Goodbye Sister | K.Mikaelson

March 1492

~(Y/n's POV)~
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It was March 1492, my sister and I have been disowned by our family however, I  believed it was only our father who truly wanted us gone even though neither of us had done a crime worth such pained consequences for I had only protected for my sister.

She had been pregnant. You see. My father- a cruel and unjust man- believed her to be a disgrace to our family.

Me? In his judgement I was seen as disgusting due to 'associating' and 'assisting' Katerina with her 'crime'.

We had run away. We had taken our horses out of their stable. Hearts beating fast. Breathing laboured. Adrenaline coursing through our veins. We left. Riding out into the night.

It had been around 2 weeks of living in different people's homes. They had let us in with such kindness (but I still believe that was because our family was wealthy) before we had caught wind of a ball.

My sister and I had rooted through our tattered bag for the stolen rich silky fabric. The gorgeous chartreuse blindingly beautiful. Sea foam green ruffles decorating the sleeves and sweet heart neck line.

~ Time Skip ~
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Stood outside. The cold nipping our arms. Lights illuminating the grand Manor House. Windows lined the exterior. A large prominent M covered the door. The metal heavy and gold.

We were only 18 and 16 at the time. So young and naive. We needed a place to stay. Yet they needed a sacrifice.

Walking in was a dream. The small orchestra filled the room with lively music. Women, suitors and husbands alike danced on the wide expanse of a ball room floor.

It had only been a few ticking minutes before we were soon confronted by two dashing young men that seemed to be not much older than us.

One tall man with dark hair and beautiful dark chocolatey eyes. Whereas the other man was shorter with fine sandy blonde hair with equally as beautiful eyes however, his were a dark blue.

Yet, in these ones I could feel my self slowly getting trapped within and drowning in them but not having that reflex to suddenly gasp for air to shout, scream call for help. He was enrapturing.

They both had equally clear skin to complement both their appearance. Charisma as charming as the large Manor House.

The Sandy blonde haired male stared into my (y/e/c) eyes for what seemed to be hours. A small smile/ smirk on his lips. Taunting and devious. As if he knew my secrets.

We soon looked away as we heard an awkward cough from the dark haired male who stood beside him. Slowly, he drew out his hand and patiently waited for me to place my own hand in his.

As I did he drew my hands towards his lips and kissed the back of my hand gently. Before his voice met my ears. A slight English accent. It just added to man's persona.

"Hello Miss Petrova I don't believe we have been acquainted yet, I am Elijah Mikealson" He spoke with such a gentle tone but, still held authority through out the gesture.

I turned around to the deep blue eyed man who had already aquatinted himself with my sister. My heart sped up as he turned back towards me and repeated the actions of his whom I assumed was his brother. There was slight resemblance. Only one could have guessed.

However, this time my ear drums were filled with a smooth , thick English accent as he softly said with a small smile graced on his lips,"Hello love my name is ....

"Niklaus?" I questioned as my eyes slowly fluttered open. The morning sun's glow kissing my skin. It was however, harsh against my eyes.

I sat up and looked around confused. We were not in New Orleans. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. They were dry. I felt dirty. I pulled the covers off of myself.

My clothes. Old and worn. Tattered and grim. My worries we're seen eased as I was soon answered back with," Good morning love how did you sleep?"

A/n
I started this story for jokes but I actually started to like how it turned out considering this is my first story I want to go by the thought of the adventure to the island for the cure but it isn't going to be following the storyline completely. You can also ask for anything you want written like a different story and if you're curious my name isn't actually Dahlia I just like the flower.
~ Dahlia Rose Bud~