The Viking Prince - Klaus Mikaelson - PREQUEL

Abigail Hawthorne enjoyed a life of privilege within the opulent confines of her family's estate in the Austria-Hungary Empire. As part of a wealthy family, she was afforded luxuries and comforts that were the envy of many. Her days were filled with embroidery, music lessons, and the gentle hum of polite society. One of the highlights of her life was the frequent visits of her older brother, Vincent. He was worldly, charming, and always brought tales of faraway lands. Abigail adored him, even if his visits were sporadic and often shrouded in secrecy. Then came the night that shattered her idyllic world. Vincent arrived, not with his usual exuberance, but with a desperate hunger in his eyes. He was gaunt, his skin stretched taut over his bones. He confessed a terrible secret: he was a vampire, and he was losing control. Despite her fear, Abigail couldn't turn him away. In a moment of agonizing desperation, he bit her. The pain was searing, a fire that ripped through her veins, followed by an abyss of darkness. When Abigail awoke, the world was alien and terrifying. Her senses were amplified, the scent of blood intoxicating, the sounds of the night deafening. Vincent was gone, leaving her alone with a curse she didn't understand. Her skin was now alabaster, her eyes sharper than any blade, and a hunger gnawed at her that no earthly food could satisfy. She was no longer Abigail Hawthorne, the sheltered young woman; she was something else, something predatory and forever changed, adrift in a world she no longer recognized.