The Gift

Always.

"Desirability is a clever thief"

Darkness.

A pierce pain in my chest.

Betrayal.

Niklaus.

1922

Rebekah's sense of happiness washed over the Mikaelson Manor, Her giggles rang in the ears of the family living in the home, loud kisses rang in the ears of her siblings causing them to roll their eyes- in less of annoyance and more of fondness. Their baby sister found love in a modern baby vampire.

Niklaus had taken a liking to the man, by his blood lust antics, the ripper was forever in favor with Niklaus and their baby sister. The demonic man had made his name perfectly feared by many, leaving them with a lavished life and unending privilege.

The oldest Mikaelson sister bathed in the tub, letting her body soak in the slightly tinted pink bath water. Her tan skin glistened as the open window let the sun shine and reflect off the droplets. She held the ends of the tub as she relaxed. Her dark hair tide in a loose bun keeping her hair away from the water, out of all the Mikaelson's she was the only one who bore such dark hair- an unknown recessive gene her father contained.

She'd known she was different, as they grew in the village she grew with features neither of her siblings bore other than Niklaus himself. Matter of fact Niklaus looked like a Mikaelson more than she did. When little Henrik's hair began to darken along with his eyes she let her fears fade. Albeit, she may have looked visibly different from her siblings the love and affection Mikael showered her with was no secret, his daughter was quiet the beauty, obtaining all the mannerisms he wished upon his daughters.

Natalya Mikaelson; named after the birth of christ.

Mikeal had always said she was his gift, a gift of the gods for taking his precious Freya, giving him his redemption daughter, the daughter who was meant to be loyal and honorable.

Promises like those vanished as her true paternal parent was revealed not only to her but to Niklaus. They had shared the same father, a werewolf who had taken a liking to their mother, a mother who unfaithfully slept with a man and bore him two children. Had unknowingly force Mikael raise another man's children.

As Niklaus lashed out on both parents and raged his anger towards his mother, Natalya Mikaelson stayed quiet in the corner of their family home, the one she had been raised in with her siblings. Her brown eyes focused on Mikael- her father, the one who clearly had chosen her as his favorite, the child that wasn't even his. Her looked despair, as the apple of his eye was a bastard child.

She stood motionless as their mothers lifeless body dropped to the ground. Her eyes filled in unshed tears as she looked at her brother in disbelief. She reached out for him, pulling his body towards him ignoring Mikael's shouting. She grabbed her brothers face and told him sweet words to distract him. She once again began to pull his body towards the door.

"If you leave that door, i swear on the life of my fallen child Freya i will hunt you down. Rip the heart of your brother and feed it to you." Mikael shouted as he held the body of Esther Mikaelson.

That night she vowed to her siblings an "always and forever"

She swore to love Niklaus.

"Natalya!" He stormed in.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, when it came to him she had no shame in showing her body. He was her brother and his eyes showed nothing but the love a brother would have for his little sister.

"Do you ever knock, brother?"

"We have an event to attend in an hour and here you are wasting precious time in this bloody bathtub," he sighed in frustrated

"Relax, darling. Ill be ready" She smirked devilishly, she enjoyed getting him angry. His anger was always amusing, especially when it was directed towards her.

She knew he would never intentionally hurt her, he was all he truly had when it came to his true family. She was value and his most prized possession.

She loved him.

She walked down the stairs of their manor in a black ankle dressed, dressed with the finest black meshed linen, a tan silk dressed laid under the linen loosely hugging her curves. Her long dark hair pinned into tight waves. She wore a golden headband Elijah had gifted her weeks prior.

Her brothers, Elijah and Niklaus waited for the young maiden at the end of the stairs. They smiled at their sister.

In the village, A young Elijah was present for the birth of his first little sister. At the meer age of 6 he held the hand of his momma like a good boy waiting for her to arrive. The village midwife instructed her to continue to push, Esther scream and cried. Her cry made him sign in relief a tiny girl was presented to Esther and Elijah, the baby was beautiful a full head of dark hair and puckered lips. Elijah smiled at her, that day he vowed to protect her from anyone and anything. She was a gift.

"Natalya, Beautiful as always" Elijah smiled as he extended his arm out to his sister. She smiled brightly and look his hand into hers.

"Thank you my dear brother. You look handsome as always" She giggled.

"Sister, may the eyes of all be laid upon you" Niklaus said as he came up to her and planted a sweet kiss on her head. She smiled softly.

"And how about me, brothers?" Their youngest sister came down the stairs as Stefan the Ripper they had so kindly adopted escorted down the stairs.

"Oh Rebekah. You look so beautiful" Natalya boasted.

As young girls there was no such thing as jealousy to the Mikaelson girls. Both equally beautiful and equally loved. Both girls caught the eyes of many suitors. If one was compared to the other or pit against they would most certainly see the wrath of either sister. They loved each other, after all girls have to stick together.

"Thank you, sister. You are the only one to see my true beauty" She teased.

"One must not lie when asked the truth." And with that all the Mikaelson's left to join the party, Elijah and Klaus escorted Natalya as Stefan escorted Rebekah.

Unknowingly dooming the Mikaelson's to encounter their worst fears.

Mikael.

Mikael held the prize in his hand, she fought with the Mikaelson strength as she yelled for her siblings to run.

She gave up the little hope she had, This was it. She would die today at the hands of her father.

She shut her eyes.

She heard a gasp and a thud. She opened her eyes, and show Niklaus right were Mikael once stood.

She cried in relief.

"You didn't think i would leave you, darling?" He hugged his sister "Lets go before Mikael wakes"

Once again they ran, ran from a home they built, ran from their father. They just ran. Niklaus showed his loyalty towards his sister, not only once but twice.

She was loyal to him

She'd be damned if anyone messed with Niklaus.