Walking down the street. Elijah and Klaus by my side. Nothing interestig was happening, we were just walking. They forced me to go with them, because of course I didn't want to. Elijah can be so quiet, and Klaus so... Klaus. But together... Annoying.
When I met them, almost six hundred years ago, they weren't like this. They were... Soy different, specially with me. But of course, I have changed a lot too. I wasn't a sweet little girl anymore. Now, I can be called bitch and I would smile and thank it. Like Klaus. He likes to be feared, I will never know why exactly. Yeah, I know I said that thing of being called bitch, but that would hurt me, and I think that it's better to be known as someone who treated people like his or her equals, something that Klaus thinks it really funny.
He says that, when I say that type of things he can see rests that poor little girl who was afraid of knowing people. I laugh at it and I say that she is dead, meaning the old me, the human one.
I actually have really fun stories to tell. I think that them are funny, of course. But when I talk with Camille, that sweet and helpful blonde, she says that I shouldn't laugh at myself. Seems that it doesn't help me, but I don't care.
Well, I think I have to explain and introduce myself a little bit.
My name is Eileen, second daughter of the Earl of Waterford, a little earldom in the south of Ireland. I was born in 1452, sixteen years before my dad got the Waterford Earl. He never loved me, like my sister and my brother, both insufferable. My mother, the only one who has loved me since the begining, died when I was eight, giving birth to a child who was born dead. She was a whitch, and apparently she knew what I have been trough, so she helped me without me knowing it. Some years after her death, I found love, and made some mistakes, like a common teenager.
Would you know some of that mistakes? Or know my mother?
Stay to know my story.
