The atmosphere in the Cullen house was thick with tension as we all gathered in the elegant, open living room.
Despite its vastness and the wall of windows inviting the moonlight, the space felt almost claustrophobic tonight.
With everyone on edge, it seemed the walls were closing in, weighted down by countless unanswered questions.
Edward stood against the far wall, arms crossed, his face unreadable but eyes sharply observant, studying every Mikaelson in the room.
Carlisle and Esme, calm as always, sat together on the couch, though their shared glances betrayed the storm of thoughts behind their composed expressions.
Alice perched tensely on the armrest next to them, her usually confident expression now clouded with confusion.
Jasper leaned in the doorway, eyes closed, breathing deeply as if to steady himself against the storm of emotions swirling in the room.
Emmett and Rosalie stood just inside the doorway, mirroring the silence, too shocked to do more than stare at the Mikaelsons.
Rebekah, in contrast, seemed at ease, leaning against the large stone fireplace, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
She looked like she was thoroughly enjoying the Cullen family’s discomfort, watching them struggle to make sense of the truth that had only just begun to unravel.
Kol, ever the embodiment of mischief, had made himself comfortable on the edge of the coffee table, twirling a small object—his lighter—between his fingers with a cocky, detached air.
Elijah stood as he always did, hands clasped in front of him, his expression calm and collected, radiating an aura of poise and quiet strength.
As for Niklaus, he was right beside me, his hand firmly on my waist, almost staking his claim with his presence alone.
His gaze traveled slowly over each member of the Cullen family, as if assessing potential threats, sending a wave of cold tension through the room.
Finally, Carlisle cleared his throat, his steady voice breaking the silence.
“Perhaps,” he said carefully, “we should start with the most pressing question.” His gaze turned to me, soft yet probing. “Bella—or should I say, Isabella—who exactly are you?”
The words hung heavy in the air as everyone’s eyes turned to me.
I could see curiosity and confusion mirrored in their faces, but also hints of hurt and distrust.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for what I knew would be a difficult revelation.
“My real name is Isabella Petrova Mikaelson,” I began, my voice soft yet steady. “I am the twin sister of Tatia Petrova and the wife of Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid.”
A ripple of shock swept through the room. Emmett’s mouth fell open, while Rosalie’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Alice’s usual calm composure fractured, and Jasper’s eyes snapped open, a mixture of surprise and caution flashing across his face.
Carlisle’s brow furrowed in confusion, and he glanced at Esme before addressing me again. “Tatia Petrova… as in the Petrova doppelgänger?”
I nodded slowly, watching them absorb the information. “Yes. My sister, Tatia, was the first Petrova doppelgänger. Her blood was used to create the vampire curse, which has followed our bloodline. Katherine and Elena are her descendants—our descendants.”
“So you’re part of the Petrova bloodline?” Jasper asked, his voice tinged with caution. “But not a doppelgänger?”
“No,” I replied. “I wasn’t born a doppelgänger like Tatia. I was… just me. But I’ve been a vampire—an Original vampire—for over a thousand years. I’ve hidden my identity for so long, blending in, hiding my past… until now.”
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Lost in Love
Fanfiction[Book 1- in the Isabella series] Isabella Petrova Mikaelson, the wife of the Original Hybrid, had been living with the Cullens for more than a year, yearning to be reunited with her husband. As the days turned into months, she found solace in her ne...
