It's been 500 years. 500 goddamn years that you've been daggered, and inside that stupid coffin.

Thanks to who? Your older half-brother Niklaus a.k.a The Big Bad Wolf.

You are the reason he's an hybrid. Not biologically... but technically. You two once sneaked out to see werewolves. But one unfortunately mauled you, almost to death. Thankfully, Klaus took you to Esther, who saved you at the last second. She was so scared by that event that she used the immortality spell turning you and your siblings into the first vampires.

You're also the one who told Finn and Mikael that even if Klaus wasn't totally one of them, you considered him as your brother and loved him like it. You believed in him despite your father words.

But he still lured you in Paris, in 1525, in a bar. Caused a bar fight, and when you had the back turned on him.... He took his chance.

And there you were.

Until today. You felt the light of the sun on your skin again, which made you gasp in pain. Your eyes and your skin burned so badly, you used your surhuman speed to hide behind a tree, where she joined.

Rebekah.

Your older sister.

"Hello, darling. It's been..." Her eyes trailed on your agonizing form as the sun keep hurting you. "...A long time."

She took you with her to her place. A mansion. It was cozy, immense and beautiful. You fed on her entire blood rations in hours, under Rebekah's amused and nostalgic gaze.

You asked her about everyone else. And... Well... Finn was dead. Mikael was dead. Esther and Dahlia. Kol was married. Rebekah too. You apparently had a sister named Freya, who also was married, and had a kid. Elijah was fine and dating Klaus's baby mommy.

Wait. A father. Klaus.

Centuries ago, you would have been happy. But now, you had only one thing in mind.

Take revenge on him.

Rebekah caught that and her hand found your arm. She also was angry by Klaus's actions. But her gaze was clear. "Please. This family lived enough tragedies. Don't." You sighed. But at the end, your own hand found hers and squeezed.