My Sunshine | Camille O'Connell

(57) The Map of Moments | Part 1

The year is 1914, but more importantly it was Christmas.

I was busy carrying in the massive tree we were going to have for our Mikaelson Christmas Ball we were hosting. And it was even more exciting because Niklaus had finally undaggered Kol after nearly a century.

I got a real kick out of showing him all the new toys humans had created.

There seemed to have been an Industrial boom near the end of the 19th century. Automobiles, telephones, ships that run on steam, and harnessing electricity to make light without candles.

I had become obsessed with communicating with Bekah over these things.

I also loved the idea of throwing a party because from the looks of things, the humans needed a moral boost.

Europe was at war. Again. It seemed after half a century and with all these new tools the country leaders were antsy to beat each other up. Or something like that. I'm still not quite sure how this war got started.

The Great War they called it. But I had a hard time believing war could ever be that.

Thankfully for now it seems like America is staying out of the foreign conflict. Which was good considering the last war our humans had was with each other.

At least something good came out of it.

I will never forget the smile on my boy's face when the Emancipation Proclamation was announced. His people were finally free.

Oh, to go back to that initial reaction. So much hope. But in the new century, it appears that not much changed at all about the practice. Only the name.

But that's enough of thinking about humans and their petty need for violence and death. This was a happy celebration. Despite none of us being religious in the slightest. Christmas is still such a beautiful affair we had to participate.

Rebekah was standing over me with a scrunched up face as she looked at the spacing on the tree. "Could you move it a little to the left?"

I groan but do as she says as I pick up the giant tree and move it an inch. "Better?"

She thinks for a moment. "I think I prefer the other way actually." I give her a look. "If the spacing isn't perfect, it will bother me all night! And you know how much I like my parties."

When Klaus and Marcel strolled in, I thought I was saved. "About time you two got home. Why are you dressed like New England aristocrats? Nik, tell Bekah the spacing of the tree is fine!"

My brother rolls his eyes as he looks at my work. "Could it go to the left?" I let out a small scream of frustration. "I will be decorating everything in my work, I would not appreciate you taking that away with an off centered mess!"

I scoff. "I don't have time for this! I'm meeting with the head of the human faction before the party."

Marcel laughed. "What does he want? And why do you care?"

I walked up to my boy to dust off his jacket. "As I'm in charge of the humans, it is my responsibility to monitor them at all times. And with the economy better than ever, business will be up as well. We're war profiteers now if you haven't heard."

His eyes glimmer. "It's crazy we haven't joined yet. How exciting it would be to join in the Great War." His eyes went to Rebekah, who just scoffed and left the room.

My brother rolls his eyes. "More like a waste of perfectly good food. We can't eat the diseased. Well, we can, but I have higher standards." He pats his son on the back. "War is what weak specimens do to prove they are small. Look at Europe, all in a stalemate cause they're too pathetic to overpower each other."