chapter one
(the frost)
☆★six years ago. . .
ITS WAS DARKNESS. The first thing he ever saw was darkness, a hollow pitch black that sent shivers down his spine. His skin was covered in goosebumps, surrounded by the crystal cold ice water. It didn't make sense, nothing about right now did. Where was he? how did he get here? who is he? his mind came to a complete blank trying to answer those questions. It angered him, not knowing who he was, how he ended up here, not knowing anything. He hated it.
He began waving his arms around him, pushing himself up and swimming to the small hole in the bed of ice above him. There was a hole with cracked ice that he swam closer and closer to, praying for the air above to enter his lungs soon. He was running out of breath.
The boy gasped as he shot up or of the water, immediately freezing up. There was snow around him and he was already hypothermia, his lips fading blue. He waddled through the first in nothing but a pair of brown trousers, a baggy long-sleeved shirt, and some fur-lined boots, and still, the clothes didn't stop him from shivering.
He felt his neck and could feel an old scar there, something that felt like a bite. But he couldn't remember how he'd gotten it, or how long it had been there. He grabbed his throat, the young twelve-year-old not being able to breathe, he practically collapsed to the dirt-covered floor as shock took over, he couldn't remember anything.
present time
The original vampire, Rebekah gasped up from the coffin she was placed in hundreds of years ago, the last time being sometime in the 1920s. Her hair was pinned up, dressed in the same sparkly silver dress from Chicago '19. She sped out of the coffin and bit the man who Nik had left for her, she drained him of his blood in less than ten seconds, feeding for the first time in ages. Then she wiped her chin and heard footsteps coming.
"Rebekah. . .it's your big brother" Klaus called out, seeing the freshly drained body on the ground. He turned around, "Come out come out wherever you are" he egged the angry original on until she lost it and sped at him, stabbing the dagger into him although she knew it would do nothing.
"Go to hell," she said through gritted teeth.
Niklaus pulled the dagger out slow and painfully, a bored look on his face before he dropped it on the ground. "Don't pout, you knew it wouldn't kill me" he said shocked she'd woken up this quickly.
Rebekah smirked, "No, but I was hoping it would hurt more" she admitted, walking away as he followed.
Klaus sighed, "I understand that you're upset with me, Rebekah," he said, grabbing her shoulder. "So I'm gonna let that go. Just this one. Brought you a little peace offering," he informed with a grin. He turned to look at the entrance and his smile fell, "You can come in".
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