Just a quick warning, this story talks of abuse.
You and your brother had always been the brunt of your father's anger and he was angry often. You always told yourself it was all the pressure and stress he was under and to top that off, all the booze he sucked back. You knew he held you and your brother to such a high standard, not only because you were the mayor's kids but also because he raised the both of you to be held to a high standard.
You and your brother had been the brunt of all his yelling and hurtful words, you two always just pushed it down, and then he started hitting you two from time to time. Like that time, you got a B on a test, he slapped you, and you couldn't go to university with a B he would say. Couldn't let people know that one of his kids was stupid so he'd ensure that you'd never get another B ever again. Or that one time when you came home 10 minutes late, he slapped you for that too, couldn't let people know he didn't have a grip on his kids. Now you were always early coming home, and you didn't want to anger him, but he always found a new reason to be mad at you both.
You remember the one time you caught your father hitting Tyler for not making a touchdown at his last game. How did your father even hear about that, not like he went to his son's games. Your father was winning the shittest father of the year award and he was winning that many years in a row. Your father liked to hit the both of you at any opportune time, it was like his pressures were becoming yours. You had to keep high standards just because it was a small town and everyone knew him and you and Tyler and if you did one thing out of line that reflected badly on him.
His best decision to help keep you and Tyler in line and behaving and not embarrassing him was by hitting both of you. Your mother had no idea, you had a feeling she knew and she kept out of it because he was hitting her too. You also had a feeling that maybe she knew and just let him do that because she agreed with his reasoning, you liked to believe that she was better than that but you weren't sure. Your entire life and your entire family were against you, even your brother barely talked to you. Your life was just all around shitty and never-ending misery and you could never be good enough.
Then you met him, Klaus, he came to town and he was wreaking havoc and you didn't care. You fell and you fell hard and for the first time in your life, you didn't care how this could look bad for your father, this is what you wanted. You and your brother had discovered your werewolf gene at this point and were closer now only because you locked yourself in the cellar together. Your father still had no idea, he didn't even know about the whole werewolf thing.
You didn't mean to kill that girl, you were out and you were with Klaus, you just pushed her away from the both of you and she fell and bashed her head into the brick wall. She was dead instantly, Klaus held you as you freaked out, he knew what this meant.
Klaus from the moment he met you, liked you, something about you drew you to him. He liked that you were a wolf and that you were strong and brave, he liked your heart. He just didn't know about all the shit you got from your father at home. Your father was running around the house trying to do damage control with a rogue vampire running around killing people. The council was over so often to do meetings and they were trying so hard to rectify the situation. They didn't even know about the fact that you had allowed Klaus inside the house and he was free to roam and listen in.
You had heard things from your brother and his friends about Klaus and what they were doing or trying to do. You only ever went straight to Klaus and told him what they said. He praised you and you ate that shit up, all you wanted was to do a good job. You wanted someone that was proud of you and clearly your father wasn't ever going to do that. Klaus was so kind to you; it was the first time in a long time that you had positive interactions. Klaus noticed things about you that seemed off, like the occasional flinching or the constant need for praise. He never fully internalized it, he wished he would've earlier.
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VampireMostly writing for the Mikaelsons because why not. There is a dash of some other people. Mostly just Poly! Mikaelsons because that's hot.