The Ultimate Hybrid

******* POV(point of view)

That summer all the rules changed for my family, that morning seemed to last a thousand years in my mind. The bright azure sky was blanketed with creamy-white, fluffy clouds floating in the atmosphere like feathers while the trees were swaying lightly, passionate gusts of wind rustling through the leafy tops of the brown oak forest.

 It seemed almost biblical to be called a perfect summer's day, but for me it was the worst day of my life. The day seemed to become dark and brittle because that morning I lost my youngest brother Henrik.

I could still remember him laying motionless on the earth, blue lips and chalking skin consuming his perfect frame. Nikklaus stood above his body, tears threatening to spill in his murky-blue eyes as mother sobbed on his chest unable to heal him with nature's power.

 Rebekah buried her golden like hair into Elijah's shoulder as father remained unable to move, as if he was paralysed with sudden shock. I kneeled above Henrik's head; staring into Henrik's soulless brown crimson eyes, silently mourning for his death.

Nikklaus's voice was faint and frightening in my ears, but not for the rest of my family as they were filled with rage and agony. Nikklaus explained painfully that Henrik irritated him into seeing the werewolves turn on the full moon night and was murdered by a werewolf.

That night we became the blood thirsty monsters of the night, preying on the dull and innocent. I don't regret running away from my family of monsters, nor do I regret surviving only on animal blood for a thousand years.

Unfortunately everything attracts themselves to another, like a moth to a single flame. I at present am residing in a dry, barren area of land in Australia; concealed from civilisation and company because I'm incompetent to forget that we are creatures of darkness and incapable to cherish nature's balance.

We are the first of all vampire kind, known by many and feared by most. We are called the Originals and I'm the Mikaelson's missing daughter,  Anastasia Mikaelson.

3rd persons point of view

You can close your eyes to the things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to the things you don't want to feel.  I always was completely in inspiring delight how someone so young can be so informative of a world so full of agony and hatred but the world is also filled with love and kindness. Love and kindness is the one emotion my siblings don't possess except probably Finn and Elijah, Anastasia thought gracefully as she stared out the window of her taxi with olden Victorian styled buildings passing her by like a smudged painting.

She seemed quite edgy about her family reunion and wondered if they would actually acknowledge her after their transition to vampires. She fiddled with her fingers nervously as the taxi cab driver turned his wheel in front of a restaurant and cafe in the rather peaceful town called Mystic Falls. It also seemed to be a quite popular hangout for the teenagers residing in the town.

Anastasia stepped out of the taxi and paid the driver for his misery of driving some hours and turned around to observe the rather peculiar place.

The Mystic Grill looked more like a salon from an old western movie than an actual ordinary one. She sighed in frustration before walking inside the large, ominous, fairly great Victorian styled structure the Founders called a café/bar.

As she slowly pushed the door, powerful gusts of wind surged around her as she felt as though so many supernatural beings were in this polished infrastructure. She let her finger tips slide against the brown oak polished engravings, oblivious to all the attention she caused especially to a few of the blood thirsty vampires out to pick easy prey.

Anastasia felt awkward walking up to the bar with her black, knee high boots, purple jeans and her white fur coat hoodie clinging to her fragile body. Her snow white hair and electric blue eyes gave her the impression that outsiders were unwelcomed to a rather suspicious town.

She asked the bartender politely in her Australian-English accent, "Excuse me Matt? May I please have some vanilla tea and scones? I'm rather parched today." Matt's eyes widened as he answered happily. "Sure, what brings you to our piece of Earth?"

 Anastasia became seated on one of the red glittered stools and smiled happily, "I returned to America for a family reunion." Matt's happy and bubbly personality drastically changed into a gloomy one as he brought forth her vanilla tea and scones. "That'll be $8.50 Miss."

Anastasia frowned in disappointment, but still payed Matt her fare of service. An absence of light appeared on her face as she heard numerous voices, one that was familiar and rather particular rang loudly in her ears.

"Klaus, I do not care for your morals but how can you be so heartless?" Anastasia snapped her head up in recognition and turned around to detect the owner of the voice.

She felt as though an oak dagger had been plunged through her heart as she discovered her two brothers, Klaus and Elijah having an  uproarious argument near the final few stools of the bar unaware of their sister approaching.

Anastasia approached her brothers from behind before announcing in a hushed voice. "Nice to see, some things haven't changed." Elijah and Klaus turned around at inhuman speed to be confronted by their missing beautiful, younger sister, Anastasia.