0| Prologue
We were a family. Big and happy, if you could call it that at all. Our parents, six children and I. In the beginning we were ordinary poeple like everyone else in our village, before we became what others feared. So far, we all knew our kind only from superstitions and legends, but we were the first to bring these legends to life, the original ones. They said that becoming a vampire was fun and would protect us from other demons. I didn´t belive them. There was nothing more than a course which we had carried with us for a thousand years. But before I tell you our whole story, let me introduce our family first.
Mikael Mikaelson, egoist, narcissist and after all our father. We couldn´t have wished for a better one. He made a difference between us from the very beginning. And even though he worked with our mother to make us monsters, he kept coming back so he could kill his children. Nice gesture.
Esther Mikaelson, the woman who gave us a life... and she also wanted to take it from us, just like our father. She was probably aware of the mistake she had done. But because she wanted to kill us, she didn´t really deserve my sympathy. I trusted her, I always naively believed everyone.
Finn Mikaelson, the oldest of us. Unfortunately, he also didn´t get much sense, or maybe he grew up with his parents for too long. Either way, I was never as close to him as I was close to my other siblings. But perhaps it was because I didn´t have a chance to get to know him better.
Freya Mikaelson, my only beloved little sister. After all, I didn´t spend much time with her either, but I knew from our first meeting that she would be something like my real best friend under the sun. And I wasn´t wrong. We would really do anything for each other.
Elijah Mikaelson, elegant, protective and the second oldest of my brothers. Like each of us, he had his demons which he never spoke of. Not even in front of me. Even so, we were incredibly close and protected each other. Now I will have to rely only on myself.
Niklaus Mikaelson, the only one of us who is not the direct son of Mikael. He earned a lot on it and was the strongest of us. Although he was the biggest thorn in our father´s eyes. And even though we were half-siblings, we would do literally anything for ourselves. When we leave out our mischief from our youth!
Kol Mikaelson, a proper asshole and only a year older than me. We used to hate each other and maybe we could even hurt ourselves. However, times have changed and we soon found out that it is not worth wishing each other the worst.
Hope Mikaelson, the most beautiful, kindest and most amazing niece I could ever wish for. In my life, I have had come to terms with the fact that I will never be able to have children. But this soul was such a hope for me and I can´t imagine that she wouldn´t be in our lives.
And who am I? I think you have known for a long time. My name is Rebekah Mikaelson and I will show you my version of our story. I will start from the beginning and tell you to the very end.
