I had no idea how any of it was possible for them to act as if they had never met me before in their long lives, how it was possible for them to claim to have absolutely no knowledge of me whatsoever when I had grown with them, loved, lost, and suffered, with them, changed with them in many ways just like they had changed when they became creatures of the night.
Despite all the moments I had shared with them, the memories we had made together at that moment I was nothing more than a stranger to them, a stranger who had miraculously reunited their family, but this family were unlike any other, this family was known as the Mikaelson's, the original family of vampires, a family which had far more enemies than friends, and because of their long history of betrayals, treachery, and murder, there was not a chance in hell that either one of them was going to believe that I did this as some kind of selfless act.
"You feel no remorse do you? You don't feel remorse for the people you've hurt, the people you've killed. They're just things to you."
"That's not true, Harper. I love people."
"I doubt that."
"I love eating them."
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Harper Gilbert undergoes a long list of trials in her life. From an opinionated teenager to a young woman trying to find her way. It can be difficult living in a town chock-full of supernatural idiots, but what's even worse is that she's twins with the doppelganger with a high bounty over her head.
Once the one and only Original Hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson, sees her, he just cannot forget about her. Her strong will, her care for people, and her talent to make his undead heart pound.
The Heartless Monster.
The Brave Warrior.
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I don't own the Vampire Diaries or The Originals, except my characters that I have created. (Harper being one of them)
But please do not take my interpretation of this story line. I don't want to report anyone.
Warnings:
strong language
some sexual content
death
The new, updated version of this story is currently ongoing; The Perspective Type.