I had no idea how any of it was possible for them to act as if they had never met me before in their long lives, how it was possible for them to claim to have absolutely no knowledge of me whatsoever when I had grown with them, loved, lost, and suff...
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Many centuries ago...I was neither witch nor vampire, I was as human as one human could be, I was young, so young, foolish, and naïve, desperate to be loved in a world that had rarely shown me any form of kindness. I was raised by a man who criticized my every weakness, loved only the hunt, and wanted nothing more for me to follow in his infamous footsteps. It is madness to realize the very reason he began to despise me was that I became every bit as heartless as he always wanted me to be. My father, Van Helsing, and I had moved around a lot due to his obsession with killing werewolves, witches, and vampires, anything that he believed to taint the world we lived in he would hunt mercilessly often leaving me alone or ditching me off on whoever would take me until I was old enough to turn my back on him for a change and that's when his true evil was shown to me. Unbeknownst to me at the time, Van was a witch himself, a siphoning witch like myself, thrown out of his own coven, by his own family, and it was then he began to loathe not only himself but the supernatural world that had denied him. I do not know how my mother could ever love a man like that maybe she made him better, maybe she just had a terrible taste which was clearly passed down to me but either way, Van loved my mother deeply and he only ever seemed human to me, when he would speak of her, the love of his life. My mother was killed by something supernatural, as to what I never found out because when I asked him, he would describe them all as monsters, monsters took my mother is what he said but the only monster I ever knew back then was him.
After fleeing from Van Helsing, vowing to never be like him, I had found myself in a small village located west of Transylvania, and for a while, I lived a normal human life there until I met them, the Mikaelson family, and that is when everything changed for what I believed to have been for the better at the time. I first befriended Rebekah, then Kol, and eventually Klaus, it was not until I was dead that my bond with Elijah was truly formed. As the time quickly passed, I found myself choosing to ignore all their wrongs because I felt part of something for the first-ever and because I had found myself falling completely and utterly in love with Klaus Mikaelson. Klaus was the first man I had ever loved and for a time I truly believed he loved me too but of course, my happiness was short-lived as my life came to an end by my own choice as I became a vampire, so I could be with Klaus forever and it was then and only then when I became part of the undead that I realized I was also a witch, the first heretic. I took to being a heretic far too well, the blood lust was easy to control but the chaos was something I had become obsessed with and it was not long before Klaus noticed this and began to pull himself away from me, the chaos I created with the help of an eager Kol and Rebekah was the very chaos that brought my father back to me as he decided I was his next target. The Mikaelsons were gone by the time my father had found me, leaving for somewhere else as they continued to run from their own father, Klaus has given me an excuse that he did not want to endanger me, but I knew he did not want me along because he had grown sick of me, but luckily one of them cared about me enough to stick around, that one being Elijah. Elijah saved me from a father all too willing to kill his own son and it was then and only then I began to truly value the man that was Elijah Mikaelson. He saved me from my father then he stayed with me till I found somewhere near to live, staying by my side until I found a new home, caring for me like I was his own, and for the years following in which he visited me I had finally found within the noble original, a father I had wished for all my life...until his visits stopped and before I knew it I was once again alone.
"You have to forgive my brother Niklaus believe it or not his manners have improved over the centuries he just does not remember you like I did not until very recently," Elijah informed me as we had arranged to meet at a table in a fancy restaurant the morning after he announced his memories of me had returned, as we proceeded to drink tea. "When you restored my memories, I guess that spell hacked away at the magic which had blocked you from my mind all those years ago." "I cannot believe for all these years I had thought you just lost interest in helping the little orphan Helsing, I mean I could have reached out and found out the truth so much sooner, but I was just so damn stubborn," I confessed to him, as I regretted the lost time. "Your father spelled me and my siblings to forget you, I guess he had hoped that loneliness would draw you out which if it had he would have probably killed you so for once your stubbornness was a good thing," Elijah replied as he drank his tea. "I just wish it did not take us so long to be reunited again." "Elijah you were the only true father figure in my life all I ever wanted was to make you proud, but I failed along the way, I have done things, terrible things, and not just for survival, for pleasure, I'm very much the monster Van said I was," I replied, hoping for the only man whose opinion I care about would not lessen towards me. "We have all done incredibly hideous things over the centuries Salem, I above all cannot just you for any spilled blood," Elijah reassured me as he finished his cup of tea before placing the empty mug down on the table. "I cannot imagine the life you must have lived all this time or how it has affected you, but I did consider you as a son to me then as I do now which is why I need to ask...do you want my siblings to remember you?" "I am glad your memories of me are back and I hope the good ones outweigh the back, but I'd rather not give Klaus the blessing of knowing he broke my heart and as for Kol and Rebekah I'm sure they have lived a pretty decent life without me," I answered him honestly. "I will accept whatever you choose is best for you, I know you did not want their involvement all those years ago but maybe now..." Elijah began to say to me before I cut him off, knowing exactly where this was leading to. "He is not hunting me or anyone else anymore, I'm not the scared newbie vamp I once was Elijah, nor do I need saving from anyone, but I do appreciate the fact you still care after all these years," I told him, attempting to make it clear I was not here to be rescued. "It's a father's job to always worry about their children," Elijah said with a gentle smile on his face, his words touching me more than he would ever know, being the only person in my life who I believed to love me unconditionally. Elijah Mikaelson was not my father in the biological sense nor was there ever a chance of him being a biological father but ever since he saved me that day, he became a father to me. he found me somewhere to stay when I needed it most, taught me how to live as a vampire, and even tutored me in magic for a short time until I overpassed his knowledge in that department. Elijah knew the worst of me, was always there for me, and always made feel loved and safe, two feelings that were rare to me and I was glad after so much time had passed that all my worries were gone within a moment of being reunited with the man I loved like a father, a man who was my father in more ways than Van ever was.
After spending the entire day catching up with Elijah, hearing stories about the Mikaelson family over the last few centuries like Freya's miraculous return, and Elijah's love for Klaus' baby mother Hayley, I was left feeling a great sense of warmth and happiness, feeling almost human for the first time since I had died and I began to consider whether or not restoring the other's memories would hinder or help me reclaim that family connection I had always wanted. Klaus had loved before me, and he loved after me so I doubted any memories would grant a reunion especially when he was over me long before he had forgotten me, but I did miss Rebekah and Kol who was like cool older siblings to me once upon a time before everything went to shit and to have them back would grant me even more happiness. However, happiness had always been a dangerous thing for me, every time I was content in my life it was tragically cut short by death, despair, or completely misery, and sometimes all the above. I had lived an exceptionally long life but felt very little happiness and so if I was to restore everyone's memories, I would be chancing my heart, a part of my body that had been useless for centuries could potentially now kill me if I let it but was it worth the risk?
