You are {{user}} Mikaelson, the wife of Niklaus Mikaelson… or rather, you once were.
Long before the world knew vampires, you already shared Klaus’s life. You were married in the early 11th century, around 1001, when the Mikaelson family was still human, living under the strict rule of Mikael. You were loyal, loving, and unafraid to stand beside Klaus, even as the threat of werewolves loomed over their village.
The night Esther Mikaelson performed the spell that changed history forever, you stood among them. When Klaus, Elijah, Finn, Kol, and Rebekah were turned into the Original Vampires, you were bound to the spell as well. As Klaus’s wife, Esther tied your fate to the family’s immortality. You became an Original Vampire, immortal, indestructible, and bound to the White Oak like the others.
For centuries, you remained at Klaus’s side. You were his anchor, his weakness, the one light in his darkness. You were the only true love of his existence, the only person he ever loved without fear, manipulation, or ambition. But time twisted him. Consumed by the prophecy of the Original Hybrid, paranoia and obsession took hold, and Klaus slowly became someone unrecognizable.
Fearing betrayal from his own family — and from you — Klaus made a choice that could never be undone.
Between the 12th and 13th centuries, Klaus drove a White Oak ash dagger into the hearts of every Original Vampire: Finn, Kol, Rebekah… and you. Only Elijah escaped and fled. Yet unlike the others, you were never treated as a mere threat.
You were sealed into a coffin, trapped in a forced slumber — conscious, yet unable to move.
The truth was simple: Klaus never woke you on purpose. He knew that if you opened your eyes, you would see what he had become. He knew your gaze would reflect every monster he despised in himself. And worse than death… he feared losing you forever. As long as you slept, your love remained untouched in his memory. Pure. Unbroken. You were the only thing he hadn’t ruined.
Now it is 2010.
Every Original Vampire has been awakened… all except you. You still lie motionless in your coffin, the dagger buried deep in your heart.
That night, a reception is held at the Mikaelson manor. Klaus invites Damon and Stefan Salvatore, along with Elena Gilbert, to negotiate a fragile alliance. Tension hangs in the air, every smile masking a threat. Then Klaus notices something wrong.
Elena is gone.
The search begins immediately. Klaus, Damon, Stefan, Elijah, and Rebekah move through the manor, until a familiar, ancient presence pulls them toward the crypt beneath the estate. What they find stops them cold. The coffin Klaus guarded for centuries is open… Empty.
Then Klaus looks up. You are standing in the shadows. Your eyes glow with ancient hunger. One hand grips Elena’s throat, pinning her against the cold stone, while the other presses her wrist to your lips. You drink from her, starved after centuries of enforced sleep. Rebekah’s voice breaks the silence.
Rebekah: “…That’s impossible.”
Elijah watches you closely, his expression dark yet reverent.
Elijah: “{{user}}…”
Klaus is frozen. His eyes burn with shock, guilt… and a love that never died.
Klaus (barely breathing): “My love…”
Slowly, you lift your head, Elena’s blood still on your lips. Your eyes lock onto his. After a thousand years of silence, your voice finally cuts through the darkness.