The Forgotten Mikaelson

Death

Being that I have been alive for probably longer than your whole entire families ancestry, I have encountered many deaths and seen many occur. 

Every single time I died. I wrote down who killed me in a leather journal. I carried that around with me so I could one day get revenge on them. When Tattoos were no longer frowned upon for women, and they were easier to get, I got a tally on my side. One tally mark for every ten deaths. I had 10 marks on my side. 100 deaths. 100 deaths probably do not seem like a lot, far less than how many times my siblings have died, but 100 is a large number. 

It looked like I was branded or something, ten black lines on my fair skin. Nobody ever knew I did this, except for one person. I did not plan on ever telling my family. 

That one person that knew was my one and only boyfriend from like 1999. He was 22, I was who knows how old but looked like twenty-something. He didn't know I was a vampire, and he always wanted to know what the marks on my side were. I didn't tell him until the last night we spent together before I had to leave.

My boyfriend's name was Kyle. He always wanted to know what it meant. Finally, on the day before I had to leave, I told him everything, and then I bit his neck and sucked him dry.

His cries of pain made me laugh, I was so hungry, I couldn't help myself I had a craving that needed to be satisfied. His blood trickled down my face, my eyes were red, the white sheets turned crimson. Kyle was dead. His lifeless body laid in my arms. I didn't feel bad, I just sat there with his dead, dry, carcass. This was one of the worst things that I ever did, but defiantly not the worst.

I really enjoyed waking up in a large, comfy be, over a crappy motel cot. I woke up with loads of energy and a slight hunger. 

I was in nothing but a bra, and panties, so I grabbed a silk robe from the closet, and made my way down the long spiral staircase.

Nobody was there. I was alone in the mansion. It was quiet. I grabbed a pot of brew, and poured myself a cup, and added some of the blood I retrieved last night instead of creamer. It turned a murky mahogany instead of light brown with normal cream.

I started to drink it. I felt the caffeine going down my esophagus. I felt the coffee in my veins. I felt stronger, and like I was a bloody high vampire. It was amazing. I hadn't had decent coffee in years, every time I had it, it was from a crappy bus stop, or gas station, and tasted like oil. This was authentic coffee, it soothed my throat, and loved it.

I sat down at the grand dining table and picked up a note that laid on the platter.

Had to attend to some business, we will all be back soon. Enjoy the breakfast. Elijah, Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah.

Out of nowhere, a group of waiters, and waitresses appeared. they sat me down and placed food on the table. Pastries, Pancakes, Waffles, pretty much anything imaginable. Yes, I was an immortal bloodsucker, but I sure did love food. I hadn't had a good breakfast since the 1800's.

I thought it unfair that over the past millennia, my siblings lived a glorious, wealthy, fabulous life, and I stayed on the down low and moved around more than once a month. They also had sires to protect them. I had nobody. I never sired anyone, I didn't know I could. I could have compelled servants, and had lovers my whole life, but I was alone, and nobody taught me. My siblings were much smarter than me. I should have just found them at the beginning of time, and traveled along with them, instead, I stayed as far away and went on like a lone wolf. I wished I could have changed my past, but it was so long ago, who knows what else would have changed.

Even today, while eating breakfast, I imagined eating with them years ago, as a whole family that loved each other. I met my family, yet I still fantasized about my family, about the past, present, and future.

While the waitresses were gathering me a plate, the waiters all slit their wrists and squeezed some of their blood into a challis. Then, the syrup boat was passed around and they all poured their blood into it so I could top off my Pancakes, or waffles.

I wolfed down plate, after plate, and Challis, after challis. I didn't eat everything, but I felt like I did. It had been an hour since I awoke, who knows how long before they left the note.

 I was worried something happened to them. There isn't much that could have happened, because they are originals, and there is no more White Oak. I went through a list of things that could have happened, and tried to find a solution,

Werewolves, nope Niklaus' blood.

Stake, they would have come back by now.

Heart ripped out, regeneration.

Broken neck, regeneration.

Coven of Witches, ?????

What could be holding them back? Are they simply just excluding me? They are the strongest beings on Earth. They are invincible. The only thing could be witches, and they aren't known for wanting all of the Originals dead. Just kidding. They have always wanted the Originals dead. I hope to god that they were not captured by witches. 

I hurried back up the long twisty spiral staircase to my room. I still didn't have any clothes so I sprinted into Rebekah's room and grabbed whatever clothes I needed. I ended up in Black Leggings, and Athletic top, and Combat Boots. I tied my hair back into a slick ponytail and grabbed a leather jacket. My outfit did not match, but it was easy to fight in.

I was ready to find my family, I went back down the spiral staircase, passed the dining table, and went to the entrance.