The Untold

This tells the story of Sophia, the first turned vampire after the Originals.
Klaus/OC/Elijah.
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Let me start at the very beginning. Before the bloodshed, the pain, the grief. Before losing every single person I cared for, before being betrayed by the person I trusted the most. Back when life was simple and still held joy, peace and love. Back in 977.

I was born Sophia Williams and everything about my life was ordinary. I lived with my mother, father, two sisters and two brothers. I helped my mother with the cooking, cleaning and sowing and talked to some of the other villagers when I had the chance. I always felt lucky to be the middle born. Having an older sister and brother, and a younger sister and brother, somehow always allowed me to stay out of mother's focus. I got away with more, I suppose. I enjoyed spending time with my friends whenever I could, especially at the evening fires, since that was a time of entertainment rather than chores. Even though the man I was undeniably in love with had only eyes for my best friend.

''Sophia! Where are you with your thoughts?'' Tatia laughs, waving her hand in front of my eyes. I snap out of my haze, shaking my head a little and letting out a chuckle. ''What is the matter with you, you have been distracted all evening,'' she continues.

''It's nothing, just had a long day,'' I reply, waving away her concern. The last thing I want to do is tell Tatia what has been on my mind, as I know that it would certainly drive us apart. I take a sip of wine and decide to distract her.

''Niklaus can't seem to take his eyes off of you. Again,'' I say, trying to disguise my jealousy. Not because she held Klaus' interest. But because she seemed to lure the eyes of every young—and sometimes not so young—man in the village upon her. Including the one I had loved for many moons now. Tatia turns around and meets Niklaus' gaze, smiles at him shyly and turns back to me. ''Well go on…'' I tell her, ''go talk to him.'' Tatia looks at me and shakes her head.

''He will try to kiss me again,'' she says, looking down in her cup. I suddenly feel bad for trying to push her in Niklaus' direction. Knowing that she has her eyes on someone else, and how Niklaus likes to make surprise moves, it was mean to try and make something like that happen again. But I can't help it, not when I am so sure that if it came down to the two of us, the choice would always be her. Sometimes I dream of him, and in my dreams he always picks me. Tatia realizes that she wanted to be with Klaus all along, and I finally get to be with—

''Elijah,'' Tatia smiles widely, pulling my head back from the clouds once more. I hadn't even noticed that he had joined us, and a light blush settles on my cheeks as I take another gulp of wine. ''Good evening, Tatia,'' Elijah says, and even I can sense the attraction between their gaze. I clear my throat and look away, feeling like I am intruding an intimate moment.

''You, too, Sophia,'' Elijah addresses me, and I quickly look up again, the sound of his voice saying my name sending a light shiver down my spine. ''Yes, hello,'' I smile back, lightly cringing at my weak reply. ''I…am going to get some more wine,'' I say, fleeing the overcrowded conversation as fast as I can. I sit by the fire and stare into the flames, avoiding the direction in which Tatia and Elijah are standing altogether. I don't make it any easier for myself. I know it's foolish to want someone who has eyes for someone else, especially since I panic and flee every time he speaks to me, but it is as if something takes control and makes me act that way. Not that it would make any difference had I been able to hold up a decent conversation. His heart belongs to Tatia and her heart belongs to him.

''Well look at you, having fun, Sophia?'' Rebekah asks, sarcasm dripping from her words as she sits down to me. ''You look exceptionally dreary tonight, what's wrong?''

I shrug and shake my head, downing the last bit of wine in one go. ''I suppose anyone would become miserable if they knew they had no happy future.'' I hate how pathetic I sound, but the late hour and the wine and the heavy feeling in my chest don't help shutting me up.

''That sounds awful, why would you say that?'' Rebekah asks, confused. I look at her and simply blink in disbelief. ''Look around, Rebekah. You should have this figured out by now,'' I say, finally looking at Tatia and Elijah again, which was actually the worst possible timing. Right in that moment, Elijah and Tatia were locked in a kiss, their arms around each other's waist and looking more in love than I thought they were.

I put my cup on the ground and get up. ''That is my cue… I am going to bed,'' I mumble, lightly hiccupping, and I make my way to the little cottage that belongs to my family. I stumble inside in a very weak attempt not to wake my younger siblings, but I manage to reach my bed without actually waking anyone. I lay down and try to push away the picture of Elijah holding Tatia, but even in my dreams that night, it was all I could see.

''Sophia, those cloths are almost as filthy as they were before you washed them,'' my mother scolds me, holding up a dirty looking cloth. She looks at me, concern and irritation both present in her eyes, and I take the cloth from her. ''I'm sorry mother, I was dreaming…''

I dunk the cloth into the water again, scrubbing harder and longer now, until I am certain it is completely clean. After washing all of them, I proceed to hang them up on a thin string, the routine of washing settling in again.

''Sophia? Where have you been, I haven't seen you in days.''

I freeze at Tatia's voice. I have been avoiding her ever since the night of the fire, but I don't want her to catch on. Despite my efforts of hiding it, however, avoiding her led to the exact opposite of what I wanted. I turn to face her and smile.

''I know, I have been very busy helping mother around the house. I would have stopped by for a chat, but I haven't had the chance yet,'' I lie. She replies with a nod and a smile.

''Well, it's good that I see you now, because I have big news. Elijah and I finally kissed,'' she in a hushed tone, yet still loaded with excitement. Despite my fierce envy, I couldn't help but be happy for her. She seemed so intensely ecstatic about it that it made me smile either way.

''Tatia, that's wonderful,'' I tell her, embracing her in a tight hug. ''I knew you two would find each other eventually,'' I add, and this I can say without having to lie. She smiles excitedly and opens her mouth to say something, but is interrupted by a horrific cry of a familiar voice.

''Mother, help!''

We both turn and look in the direction the call for help had come from and watch as Niklaus walks into view, carrying his younger brother into the square, where he lays him down in front of their house. Their mother, Esther, along with the rest of the family gather around the young boy, with expressions of pure horror on their faces. Tatia and I slowly approach and my breath catches in my throat. The young Mikaelson boy, Henrik, always so full of life and kindness, lay still as if he was asleep, but with his eyes wide open and covered in blood. I hear Klaus say something about the wolves and my blood runs cold. I watch as Esther pleads for our medicine woman to help her, to do anything to make Henrik breathe again, but it soon becomes clear that there is nothing to be done.

I look around to find Tatia, hadn't she been standing next to me this whole time? My eyes settle on her long, beautiful brown hair, and the two arms that embrace her slender form. I shouldn't be surprised that she was comforting Elijah, and I couldn't help but feel selfish for wishing it was me he was holding. I shouldn't be having those thoughts after what had just happened.

Klaus' sobs bring me back to reality, and I walk over to him and Rebekah. Rebekah has her arms around him, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, and I kneel next to them. I don't know what to say to either of them—what do you say when someone's sibling just died—so instead I wrap my arms around them and hold them, allowing myself to feel their pain in hopes of making it that much easier for them. I look anywhere but Henrik's lifeless body and simply sit there, until Esther finally takes all of her children inside the house.

''Sophia?'' Tatia's soft voice says and I look up. ''Are you alright?'' she continues, and I realize that I must have been sitting there for a while since the Mikaelsons had returned to their home.

''Yes,'' I say as I get up and give her a small smile. ''I am alright. How is Elijah,'' I ask, knowing this wouldn't be a strange question to ask considering what had happened.

''He is heartbroken,'' she sighs sadly, clearly upset about the whole ordeal. I reach out and take her hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

''Luckily he has you to get through this,'' I tell her with a warm smile, my jealousy momentarily forgotten. We embrace each other in a tight hug and stand like that for a couple of seconds, before letting go. ''Go home, we should all be safe right now,'' I tell her, and she nods in reply. We both return to our homes, where I continue to be with my family for the rest of the day. My mother keeps saying how we aren't allowed to go into the woods by ourselves anymore and how we must always be inside before nightfall. I hold my youngest sister, who is only four years old and doesn't understand what has happened yet, but feels the fear and tension in the air. I tell her that everything will be alright and that tomorrow everything will go back to normal. I couldn't have told her a bigger lie.

It was as if all of my friends had vanished. No Tatia, no Rebekah, no Elijah, no Klaus—none of the Mikaelsons for that matter. I had knocked on the Mikaelsons' door after six days without seeing them, but when Esther opened the door she had told me to leave and not come looking for them again, and that was the end of it.

It was so strange and didn't make sense at all, that theories like them being taken by the wolves or something else tragic like that just didn't seem to even fit. I was sure that I had seen them move about inside the house a few times, but they simply stayed inside.

Tatia was nowhere to be found either, and when I went to ask for her, her mother simply shut the door in my face without so much as greeting me. I felt alone, despite still being with my family, and wanted to try and found out what was happening, but was forced to stay inside after it got dark. Then, one day they were back. All of them. Except Tatia.

It takes me a few seconds to get over the initial surprise of seeing Rebekah cross the square, a smile on her face as if nothing had happened. I walk towards her and grab her arm, not very hard, but just enough to make her stop walking.

''Rebekah…what happened?'' was all I could come up with to ask.

''What do you mean?'' she replies, smiling at me.

''I mean, where have you and your brothers been? You haven't been out for days…'' I say, a frown on my face.

''We were all in bed, sick. But we are better now,'' she said, simply shrugging off my question and continuing her way. I look after her, not in the slightest comforted by her reply. I don't believe a word of what she said, and I was curious to find out what had happened.

''Sophia,'' I hear a familiar voice behind me, and I turn to see Klaus standing in front of me. I immediately notice that there is something different about him, and I realize that I had had the same feeling when I talked to Rebekah.

''Niklaus… are you feeling better?'' I ask, deciding to play along with their story for now.

''Much, thank you,'' he replies, his eyes on mine, a calmness over him that contrasts the state he was in after Henrik had just died so much that it catches me off guard a little. ''Walk with me?'

Thank you for reading the first chapter of what I'm planning on making a long and detailed fic—though we'll have to see how that works out because I am horrible when making those kind of commitments. Please review if you have any questions or tips, and I hope that you'll stick around for the second chapter!