The First Hybrid- Kol Mikaelson Daughter

Bella Mikaelson

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   There is nobody I hate more than my father. It wasnt always like that, for the first four years of my life he was the light of my life. I was the youngest and most loved Mikaelson. My aunt Rebekah and my Uncle's were always willinging to play with me. My father was devoted to me, always delighted to waste away the day playing with me. If I closed my eyes I could still see my father Kol chasing me through thr woods, swinging me up in his arms if I fell.

It all changed when my Grandmother turned them into vampire. Overnight they avoided me, gently gave hasty excuses when I begged them to play with me. Even my father, he was moody irratbel and never wanted to spend any time with me.

All a sudden my Father was gone and Esther was dead. Mikeal become everything to me, he taught me magic, trained me to fight. But he did more than that, he looked after me, held my hand when I cried and told me stories to send me to sleep.

But now I'm getting to the reason why I despise Kol Mikaelson with every fibre of my being. One day at seventeen I was woken up by the sounds of my father massacring the villagers. I tried to help them I really did but then Kol got his hands on Eleanor - the only girl brave enough to be my friend.

"Bella" Kol said gently with blood dripping down his mouth "I'm sorry darling but put the chains on and come over here and are let the girl live" he said throwing me heavy thick mental chains. I almost refused but I couldnt let him kill Eleanor. So I did what he said.

As I slipped the chains on my wrist my Father shot towards me digging his teeth into my neck "I'm sorry" was the last words I heard before everything went black.

I was his prisoner for four hundred years. He never let me out of his sight. He got a witch to bind my witch and wearwolf side. Acording to him he only did because he loved me to much.

But after four hundred torturers, agonising years I met a witch who was kinf enough to undo the curse and I ran for my life. I heard the stories of my Father massacring hundreds, despret to find me

Six hundred years later and I was back at the place I had never thought I would come back to Mystic Falls. It was painful to be back. Painful to see the great Lockwood house where I danced with Violet untill dawn, the woods where Violet watched me turn into a wearwolf and still swore she would love me for all entirety.

I strode through Mystic Falls to the Salvatore house. Weirdly I couldnt get in "Hay Damon" I shouted "I'm back"

Instead of Damon a pretty perky looking brunnett appeared "Who the hell are you. Do you work for Klaus" she demanded

Klaus no bloody way. This couldnt be happening, Mystic Falls was the only place I could go to bring back Violet. But if my twisted screwed up family were back they would most likely bind my magic and force me away making it impossible to save my precious Violet.

"Klaus is it only Klaus here" I enquired anxiously

The girl stared at me like I was a cross between an iddiot and a supervillain "Damon" she shouted nervously

Within a few seconds Damon arrived. It had been about fifty odd years since I had last seen him and to be honest he hadn't really changed much. Still dark and handsome. "Bella" he said in disbelief "Been a while"

I rolled my eyes "I would like to come in Damon" I said pointedly

"Elena invite Bella in. She's an old friend" he told the girl who was wearing a slightly jealous expression. It was painfully clear there was something going on between them.

"Is my Father back" I demanded

"Is that one of his brothers" Elena asked

But before Damon had the chance to speak I heard my uncle Elijah speak out "Bella"