I'm sure you have heard of people like me before somehow, the kind hearted and loving the ones who will do anything for anyone. Well before all the betrayal and heartbreak that was me, and contrary to popular belief it was indeed for the better. People call me a monster, but in complete honesty I'm not the monster the bastards who screwed me over are.

Let's start at the beginning, I'm the 12th child born in my family. The special thing about me is that I'm the only girl born in a family of 15 children. Where I'm from girls are burdens and often killed at birth, I was not killed, which is unfortunate for them. I would become a problem for them in the future.

Anyway, growing up you could say I was always the odd ball out. I never wanted to play with the girls or play dolls. I was the kid who snuck out at night to practice my swords with my brothers. If I think about it I've never really changed, sure I like a little more blood than the average sane person but at my core I'm the same as I've always been.

There was once a time when I was a genuinely nice and sweet girl, but one thing I've always been and the one singular thing that has never changed is that I have never been a trusting sort of person.

Being weary of people has always been apart of my nature, even as a young child I was distant to everyone except my brothers. Saying that though I was popular child, always around somebody - hardly ever a moment I was alone.

I was something far more different and dangerous. As time went by I started to become an outcast, even though my family was one of higher living. My father was a landowner had been for many generations back, he viewed our family as one of higher power, he didn't approve of hardly anybody we wanted to be friends with. Mother on the other hand she mainly kept to herself, as the healer in our village she was very gifted and many trusted her. It was a trust very much so missed placed. She was not a strict as father but she did have expectations, and they were to be met.

Things started to change on my 5th name day. With mother apart of the supernatural world all her bairns were bound to be apart of it as well. My life was decided long before I was even born. Everything I did was already set out for me. Part of that was good but I could never stop feeling like I was incomplete. Everything that comes in three's is bad - being born as a triplet, well that just didn't happen. So as you can imagine I was screwed long before I could ever do anything.

On our 5th name day my twin brothers and I started to do things no one else could do, things no one else could do. Together we had made a collective decision to tell mother about the abilities we were starting to discover. As you can expect she freaked the fuck out and then she told father. Mother, about a fortnight after we told her what was happing to us decided to try and lock that part of us away. Her and father told us that we were "to powerful, to dangerous" what that really meant though was that they were scared of us, of our power.

We studied, practiced, and prepared for what we new would come one day. It took us eleven years to prepare for the day that we would take our leave. Not a soul, outside of us three knew what we were doing. The week after the wolves of the full moon killed our baby brother, we fled. Not once did we plan to ever look back. The plan was to run and become masters at our craft and everything we could learn. Of course there were bumps in the road from time to time but over all we made it. Surviving without a home hadn't been that hard, being part animal had made it easier.

Years had passed since we left, since we became monsters. The rumors that were floating around us during our travels kept us all both sane and worried. That there were monsters of the night that drank blood, we feared that those rumors were about our siblings, and that father would track them down ad find them. It took many months but finally I tracked them down, I decided it would be best if we observed them for a week, waiting for the right moment to come out into the open. As it turns out they where looking for us as well. Our reunion was not a very cheerful one unfortunately, stressing if father would come to find us since we all were finally together.

Turns out my parents turned them into the same thing they turned me into, a vampire.

When years had past being on the road, becoming lords and lady's, king and queens, I started to become bored and tired-tired of running from our father, tired from hiding and just everything. The name of my family would send fear into the soul of anyone who dared to go against us. Although just myself alone am more powerful than all my siblings together, does not mean I like to actually be well known. That was more up Niklaus's alley; he liked to be the center of attention, maybe the way we were treated growing up affected him differently but for Nykkos and I it hardened us made us insensible. Nik he was always more sensitive than the rest of us not that it was a bad thing, he just always wanted to please everyone and for us to be proud of him.

Hundreds of years passed and slowly I fell from history, my name was still spread across the supernatural world in rumors. Maybe I was real maybe I wasn't. One thing was always the same though. I was the most dangerous thing out there; to mess with me was a death sentence. It was preferred to anger Klaus than myself; funny thing was that no one ever guessed that The Mikaelson's and myself were really related. It was just assumed that I was the oldest being alive, if I was even real that is.

The world's worst casualties are just assumed to be the acts Klaus, but you see he's not that creative. That was always my oldest brother and I. Klaus he was creative but he didn't have that sense of blood-like creativeness, Elijah he and Nik were never not seen together. They were each other's right hand man, could read each other mind with one look. People and vampires alike always seemed to trust El, more than the rest of the Mikaelson's they thought he was trustworthy. Man let me tell you he is one of the most deceiving sons of bitch's I know and that saying quite a lot. He's got a look about him that just draws people in. I will never understand that but maybe it's just because he is my brother and I know how evil he can really be. Not that it's a bad thing; I can be just as bad as he can but luckily

I don't have to talk to people often. Thank fuck!

All of us though had many differences through the years, one goal we all wanted to free Niklaus of his curse. Nykkos and I had enough strength in our magic that we ourselves could break it; unfortunately Nik didn't have enough practice to break it on his own. So for thousands of year he felt like he was only half of himself. I've tortured, brutalized and killed thousands but that was the worst kind of unimaginable torture. For years I thought I could understand what he was feeling, thinking, he was trapped in a body that was not fully his for so long. That was what I could never understand because I was only trapped for a mere 500 years, a blink of an eye compared to Nik.

When the day came that we had finally found the one thing that could help my brother break his curse, it was the descendant of the woman that tore two of my brothers apart, Tatia.