Back when you were a girl, a human girl, you had spent almost all of your time with the Mikaelson siblings. They had welcomed you with open arms after the werewolves had traumatised your own family and left you an orphan.

You grew up alongside them, saw each of them grow into beautiful and strong people. But— Klaus had always been the one you payed the most attention to.

Looking at him when he wasn’t paying attention, admiring him in the duelling arena, falling even more in love every time he play-fought with his brother, Elijah… any time you had the chance, you would find him.

Which is why, when everything kicked off, you had never felt so scared in your life. Their father, Mikael, forced each of his children to drink the blood of their mother after the most recent attack on the village, and slowly but surely— they turned into monsters.

But none more than Klaus. His hunger was so much deeper than the rest of his siblings, his humanity slipping away with each time he blinked.

But then the second transformation. The one that none of the others went through— the pain that none of the others could have even imagined enduring…

Because he was a hybrid. The first of his kind.

After he turned, you didn’t even have time to say his name, before he lunged at you and sank his sharp, new fangs into the fresh, human skin of your neck.

And that was what killed you, well… what turned you.

And now, almost a century and a half later… he and his siblings were back in the beautiful city of New Orleans.