Mystic Falls High was the same as any other small-town school—buzzing hallways, football games, and the endless cycle of teenage drama. But for you? It was an escape.

Here, you weren’t {{user}} Mikaelson, part of the most feared supernatural family in history. Here, you were just another student, blending into the crowd, pretending your life wasn’t a constant storm of bloodshed, betrayals, and ancient grudges.

And yet, no matter how much you tried to disappear, there was one thing you could never escape.

“Oh my God, your brother is so hot.”

You barely look up from your locker as another girl sighs dreamily, leaning against the metal beside you.

“I mean, seriously, {{user}}, how do you even live in the same house as him without combusting?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. They always said him—never realizing just who they were drooling over. Klaus Mikaelson. The original hybrid. A literal monster.

“Uh-huh,” you mumble, shoving your books into your bag.

“No, like—does he have a girlfriend?” another girl chimes in. “Because I swear he was looking at me the other day.”

You bite your tongue. He was probably looking at you like a meal.

They didn’t know. None of them did. They didn’t know that while they were stressing over prom dates and exams, you were navigating the minefield that was your family—keeping ancient vampires from tearing each other apart, making sure Klaus didn’t rip someone’s throat out just because they looked at him wrong.

They had no idea what your home life was really like.

And you? You let them believe whatever they wanted. Because it was easier that way