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IT STARTS WITH A GLANCE, or two. A secret glimpse, curious and admiring, in a sea of irrelevant people and blurred lines. Gazes connect, collidingㅡmeeting somewhere in the middle like a celestial explosion. It starts with a smile, or three. Tentative lips curling at the corners in a careful gestureㅡdelicate, like it's the first. Look away, find a distraction. Look again, and again, and again.
Like the beginning of every fairytale told: this is a story about a boy and a girl. They meet one another, and fall in love...just without the 'and they lived happily ever after.' This is not a fairytaleㅡnothing ends in the way you hope.
A thousand years ago, before there were romantic films, and cliché novels, and all the sappy love storiesㅡbefore fairytales were even toldㅡthey were there: a loving husband and an affectionate wife. Simple humans, burning with a passionate flame that commanded those surrounding them to be jealous of what they had.
They had long since known each other prior to being bonded by holy matrimony, starting out as the best of friends. It was childish and innocent for the pair, but everyone could see the undeniable love they had for each other. He felt things for her at a higher intensity, and he was unsure why. His mother, who was the only one aware of what her son was, knew that he had imprinted on the brunette—a mate.
Married life was euphoric. They could openly display affection without the fear of being judged, they could do whatever their hearts desired, and they did everything together.
Until the youngest Mikaelson, Henrik, died from a werewolf attack.
In blind rage, the Mikaelson matriarch decided to remake her children into creatures of the night. Bloodthirsty, violent, abnormally strong, immortalㅡthe first vampires in history.
But she was not a fool.
Esther knew that her daughter-in-law was not an ordinary human, with those golden irises? How ridiculous! She could not liken the brunette like her childrenㅡthe consequences would be far too great. So, the witch linked the brunette's life to the hybrid curse.
Two innocent lives were taken that night; both for the blood required to complete the vampire spell, and another murdered in cold blood.
Enraged, the Hybrid King killed his own mother for taking his wife from him. The Original Hybrid was reborn, but that kind, gentle man died with his wife. Nothing was ever the same from that one, fateful night.
