The past has way of coming back

Love begins and end with a mother

It's been said that all love begins and ends with the one who gave us life. A thousand years ago, my mother turned us into monsters, she claims to have loved us so much that in her grief of losing her youngest son, this was the result.

We have Elijah , the noblest stag, wearing a façade tormented by his long buried shameful secrets. A secret I discovered one that I carried with me..

Kol , the wily troublemaker , in need of attention and love, a love he never truly received, constantly overshadowed by his siblings.

Finn the ever devoted acolyte , running after our mothers coattails. Or perhaps he's come to see the truth, opened his eyes to the lies and half truths..

Fierce Rebekah, willing to risk everything on the chance that one day she may find happiness.

Niklaus.. the bastard brother, a shameful secret, an indiscretion hidden in plain sight.

Then of course you have me, Kara .. an abomination, never meant to exist, never being able to match up to Mikael's vision of a perfect daughter..

A curse the gods cursed Mikael with. Or that's what he'd say if he were alive that is.

See the thing about being immortal, about living long enough to watch centuries past by you start to expect things to keep going as they have ..

But It doesn't.

I never expected to become a mother, I never expected to have a part in creating a miracle one that stole my heart the moment I laid eyes on her..

I never expected to find love with a woman, so amazing that I have to thank the gods for bringing her to me.

And most of all I never expected to see the sister supposedly lost to the plague now standing before me.

"Where am I?" The blonde asked looking around at the rom , trying to discern where she was.

The figure sitting calmly in the seat opposite the bed, watched the actions carefully, she wasn't sure whether Freya was a threat or not but the blonde had information.

"You're in my family home." Kara started and tilted her head "or our family home I suppose."

Freya's hands tightened around the sheets "You know who I am."

Kara arched brow, "supposedly my long last thought to be dead older sister." Before Freya could speak "Which brings me to this. How are you still alive? You're mortal as far as I can tell, surely not even your witch lineage would allow you to live for a millennium." The question asked with a suspicion but Kara remained perfectly calm as she spoke showing no hints of violence, or for now at least. She tilted her head, a sigh wanting to break free but she stifled it only just and turned to the door.

It wasn't just opened but pushed open wildly "Niklaus." She greeted with a frown "what brings you here?"

Klaus shot his sister a glare "Why didn't you tell me that Camille was getting cozy with that sycophant?"