𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐓𝐕𝐃

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↳ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐬

Within the first few weeks of Raven's sudden placement in the Mikaelson family, she had come to realize many things about herself and her new family.

One, she had truly died, with very little knowledge of how exactly she died. She could remember her past life from about three to twenty-four, which was how old she was when she died, but for some reason she couldn't remember her death. She couldn't remember how she died, where she was, what time it happened, nothing. This unsettled her because in her past life she had an eidetic memory, meaning she remembered pretty much everything.

Two, she was now a part of a fictional family from a–in her opinion–slightly moronic T.V. series, The Vampire Diaries. She was forced to watch it by one of her friends, then continued to watch. She had once told the same friend when she was questioned on watching it still if she didn't like it, "It's like watching a car crash, you can't look away".

Truly she liked it to some extent which is why she kept watching but there were somethings that made her seriously almost stop watching it. Things like Elena and how everything seemed to circle around back to her, how everyone seemed to skim over the face Damon sexually assaulted Caroline, how the Salvatore's were literally on parr with the oldest Vampires in existance when in comparison they were like newborns in age wise, and last but not least how Matt fucking Donovan lasted longer then almost any supernatural creature, but was human. The second actually made her stop watching until her friend got sick, and she would watch it for comfort.

Three, she would do anything for some of that said family. Only her siblings, never the demons who call themselves her parents. She had decided she would always try to make their lives easier, no matter the problem.

And number four of her realizations, she hated being a god-damn baby. There was no other side to it, being a baby was awful. It was truly humiliating to be an adult stuck inside a baby's body. She had to rely on others to take care of her, and her parents did a shit job. Finn would be the one to change her, clothe her, put her to bed, and do other parental things. He was surprisingly good at it for his young age. The only thing he couldn't do was feed her. Being it was so long ago she had to be breastfed, which was a whole nother demon in itself. Esther simply fed her and passed her onto Finn but would love and cuddle Henrik. The blatant favoritism was astonishing but she didn't mind as she was her siblings favorite, including Henrik's even if he didn't know it yet.

She sighed, eyes closing wishing the time would move faster because this baby shit was not cutting it.

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Six months old

She didn't know what to expect when waking up that morning. She certainly didn't expect to see her older brother's face directly in front of hers. She startles, body flinching back and hitting Henriks sleeping body jolting him awake. She squeaks, initially scared of his creepy glowing blue eyes watching them sleeping. Henrik looks at her to their brother, eyes still clouded with sleep and begins to cry from being woken up.

Little Niklaus jumps up from his kneeling position beside the twins' cot. He quickly swings his arms around, trying to wave away Henrik's shrieking cry.

"Shh! Shh! Why are you crying! Stop crying!" Nik attempted to soothe him, but his panicking made Henrik cry more.

Finn came rushing in with the rest of their siblings behind him, "What happened? Why is he crying?". Nik looked towards their older brother, eyes large and pleading.