Prologue.

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It's been 706 years since I last saw my family, alive. That isn't what matters what matters is it has been 705 years, 8,460 months, 257,325 days, and still all I can hear is their laughing. All I can see after all these years when I close my eyes is what it looked like, bite marks all over, throats ripped out, blood spilled, the only family I had. . . not only that but every friend I had from my coven, they all were murdered and maybe just maybe if I was there I could have done something. . . I could have stopped it. Why wasn't I there? Let me take you all the way back. It was October 8th, 1287 when a girl was brought into the word by loving parents they named her Nicoletta Liken, she was a happy girl, with bubbly personality and she was best friends with her brother James. That was the reason her parents were so happy it was because she was their first daughter, they then went on to have Benjamin and then the twins Maya and Seth. In their coven it was destiny for the twins to fight for power on their 22nd birthday then to succeed onto the coven leadership. Sound familiar? The Sunrise coven were the ancestors of the Gemini coven, you see my father was a twin and his twin sister loved him too much to fight him so she ran off to start her own coven in some new land. My life was perfect until that night. . . I went out of the village every week to get flowers and bread but this time was different I took a wrong turn or something and ended up in an alley, I stood up and turned around to be face to face with a man.

As soon as he opened his mouth and his eyes changed I knew what he was. . . A Vampire. I tried to scream but he was so fast he fed on me, fed me his blood then he picked up a sharp object and slit my throat I fell to the floor instantly gushing blood and two minutes later I was dead. I woke up honestly I don't know when I woke up but I did, I knew what I was but I just couldn't do it, my coven was faithful to nature I would not give it up it is either die or turn and I had to pick one. I tried so hard to keep it in trust me I did but I couldn't I walked up to a woman and I fed so much I killed her. I looked at myself and I knew from here on I was going to be a monster. . . I couldn't go back I had to run away and I did. Knowing me I came back a year later to see them dead. All of them. I ran to my siblings and my parents and felt their lifeless bodies, I stayed there for so long but I knew I had to bury them all properly the pain in me was so strong. . . I had not tried to do magic since I was turned but I started to feel it flowing in me I look down to see me absorbing the power from the ground. Could I really be it? There is a prophecy that the witches of the past had created, it was made so that a certain witch who was turned into a vampire could still have her magic and would absorbed magic from dead witches. This witch was supposed to turn into the most powerful witch in the world. . . I just never knew it could be me? Since then I vowed to protect my magic and I absorbed magic to become as powerful as I could. . . All I have wanted since then was a family and in 1356 that is when I met Him. The love of my life or soon to be, I never thought I could fall in love with a vampire especially an original but he was different we spent every second since then and when we met in that village he took me with him, we got married, and fell more in love than anyone had ever been but. . . I made the mistake.

1847, I was scared and I thought he was a monster so I left. . . I left them all my best friend Rebekah, Elijah, Kol, Marcel, and him. My family. It has been 164 years since I have seen them. But, it has been 164 years since I have seen him, since I have kissed him, since I have touched him, seen his paintings, and since I have put my hands through his hair and messed it up while we cuddle in bed together. It is all my fault I left. It is what I regret most in this would more than anything. I would take it back if I could. The main thing is that it's been 164 years since I have seen the original hybrid, the love of my life, the man I wish I could have children with, my husband. . .

Klaus Mikaelson.

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