Some folks have been asking me to put this story here from my Tumblr so it will be easier to read and know about updates and such. So here it is! The prologue to A Fate You Can't Escape.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries.

Full Summary: Klaus will stop at nothing to protect his family and take his rightful place as King of the Werewolves. With Elijah missing, the hybrid's mind should be on finding his lost brother, yet is is completely overridden by thoughts of his vampire female, fated to stand by his side as his Queen. But he won't risk her in this war against Mikael and his usurper; he'll do whatever is necessary to protect her.

Caroline has been fighting for her life since she was far too young to understand why. A born vampire with two MIA vampire parents, she fights alongside her friends to stay away from the man that wants to kill her. Now, however, the fallen king is getting closer to her than ever before and she's decided that it's time to run. She didn't plan on being captured by Mikael's "son", though. After having to worry for so long, she just wants to be free, not tied to the leader of a pack of animals. She needs to get the hell outta Dodge and he's just locking her away like a sitting duck.

Is the rightful king to the werewolf throne—and Original Hybrid—a match for the beautiful young vampire he so desperately wants to keep? Will he give up a chance at his destiny to protect her from the man who has the ability to kill them all?

Important Note: This follows the IAD universe. Werewolves are immortal and vampires/werewolves can only get their fated female pregnant. Most male creatures know their life-partner from just seeing/scenting/touching their true love. Here's how it goes down:
Werewolves - mates (usually by scent)
Vampires - Brides (seeing, being around them for prolonged time)
But the vampires/werewolves in this universe will be like TVD ones. Except they can only die by losing their head or other can't-heal-ever kinds of things. If you don't like this concept, please don't read.

Prologue

1000 Years Ago

"Mother, I—" he breathed, reaching out his hand to comfort her as she rocked Henrik's lifeless body in her arms. Heart-wrenching sobs ripped from her throat as the entire family surrounded them, watching as Esther—the strongest woman they knew—was destroyed by her pain.

She shirked away from his touch, clutching his youngest brother closer to her chest. "Do not touch me, mongrel. This is your fault! If you weren't a beast, this wouldn't have happened!" The wind whipped around them as her power filled the air. "You are no child of mine, no child of Mikael! I will kill you if it takes my last breath!" She looked back down to the bloody body of the teenage boy in her arms, gently wiping a lock of hair from his forehead, though he could no longer see. "Henrik, I will avenge you. You were not the one meant to die," she whispered, setting him on the ground as softly as she could.

Then she stood, whirling on her middle son. "You will die for the sins that created you, Niklaus! Never again will you take a child from his mother!" Her hands rose, leaves slapping everyone in the area.

Pain ripped through Niklaus's chest, making him dig wildly at the spot. Tearing the skin away, he shouted as the pain increased, feeling both of his beasts rise within him: werewolf and vampire mingled inside him, demanding release. But guilt held them back. It was his fault that Henrik was dead; if his real father hadn't been looking to kill him, he wouldn't have gotten ahold of the young boy.

Falling to his knees, he stopped trying to fight, not that he could. Instead, he writhed against the ground, unable to stop the screams erupting through him. It was the worst pain he'd ever felt.

"Mother, stop!" Rebekah cried suddenly, dropping to his side, trying to stop the pain with her own magic. Tears filling her eyes, they met Esther's, pleading with her. "You know it is not his fault he was born! He cannot be blamed for something he could not control!"

The witch's attack slowed for a moment before magic flared in her own gaze, glancing at her only daughter. "Do you blame me? That this monster was born? Those beasts have taken your father from me and now my son! It is only right that I take the heir to their throne!" Calling out to the spirits for more power, she shrieked when it struck her like invisible lightning.

The eldest son stepped forward, grabbing her arms. "It is no one's fault but those that attacked Henrik! Do not blame Niklaus's birth for such a terrible accident!" Elijah's usual calm had disappeared in the light of mourning for the sudden loss of one of his siblings and he was no longer collected.

The second youngest son, Kol, flashed forward, trapping his mother's arms at her sides from behind to keep them from moving. "That is not true, brother. It is all her fault; she committed adultery with the king of the werewolves and she should own her actions!" He started squeezing his arms around her, feeling bones break beneath his grip. "It is all your fault, Mother," he breathed in her ear as ribs were crushed in his arms.

Finn rushed forward, helping Rebekah pull Niklaus to his feet to drag him away. Though he had never enjoyed what they were—vampire children of a witch who'd created them—he wasn't willing to watch as his brother was killed for something he had no choice in. There was supposed to be a balance in nature and punishment for a crime one did not commit was not that. "Breathe, brother," he murmured to the barely-conscious Niklaus. "We will protect you from her."

"You monsters! I made you! To protect your lives! And this is how you repay me?!" Another surge of power sent all five children flying away from her. As the wind grew even stronger, she breathed, "I will destroy your kind before you can ruin any other lives."

From where they lay, Rebekah crawled to Niklaus's side, grabbing his hand in hers. "Always and…forever, Nik," she choked as breathing became more and more difficult. Squeezing his hand as he twisted his head towards her, she coughed up blood but still managed a weak smile.

"Always and forever, Bekah," he breathed in return, his voice raspy and guttural. His eyes slammed shut as another wave of pain rolled through the siblings, but when they came open, their color was changing from blue to gold. Shakily rising to his hands and knees, he shouted, as if it were his battle cry, "Always and forever!"

Esther turned her full attention on him them, chuckling mirthlessly at his futile attempt. As his shape began contorting with the change, her hands turned to him, clenching into fists as if his heart were in her palm. "I may have made you into what you are, but I will just as easily take your immortality away!"

"Always and forever!" he roared, as if it were the only thing he could say. Bones snapped into new positions, but he didn't notice as his steps became stronger, surer. The bones in his face were changing, becoming more lupine as he fell to four legs without missing a beat, continuing towards her as the last of the change came over him.

With a growl, he launched himself at her, ignoring the sting of magic scorching his skin. All he could think of was to protect his family, his pack, no matter the cost. He was fully wolf now, thinking as one of the beasts would. Fangs dripping with saliva at the thought of the kill, he knocked the witch to the ground as she shrieked and tried to fling him away once more.

But his paws pressed into her chest, holding her down to the ground. She stared up at him—fear, shock, fury alighting her gaze—trying in vain to overpower him. "Kill me, beast, and you will only bring Mikael's fury upon you, your brothers, your sister! He will not rest until I am avenged, for I am his Bride! Mark my words, you will all die!"

With a snarl—mocking, angry, powerful—his jaws clenched around her throat, tearing upward with shocking power. Her pain-filled screamed was cut off as blood gurgled in her throat and that same blood filled his mouth.

Lifting his head, he howled in victory before the human memory of Henrik's death came through and filled him with pain. His howl changed to one of mourning and he felt the change coming over him again. This time, he was going to his human form and without the added adrenaline to quell the pain of bones snapping and resetting themselves.

When he could once again see past the pain, Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah knelt next to Henrik. They shed tears over the loss while Finn stood above their mother's corpse, staring down at her with a look between loss and hatred. He had been the closest to her before she'd changed them into a new type of being altogether, so it was understandable that he would feel bereft. Still, Niklaus kept his distance, warily eyeing his older brother.

"Niklaus," Elijah mumbled before tossing his trousers—which had, for the most part, survived his transformation—to him. "We cannot stay here. Moth—Esther was right. Mikael will come after us for what has been done to her, to Henrik. We need to burn his body quickly and leave this place."

Niklaus merely nodded, putting on his pants as fast as he could so Rebekah would not look up and see him. "Then we leave at dusk. Henrik's body should be burned by the sea and we will follow the coast down into the First Landing, away from the wolves and Mikael."

Raising one eyebrow at the way his brother avoided his eyes, Elijah nodded once, turning to pick up Henrik's body in his arms, leading a tearful Rebekah and fuming Kol towards the sea to start the pyre. Finn, however, stayed back with Niklaus, averting his gaze towards their disappearing siblings.

"How will we protect ourselves from creatures that outnumber us a thousand to one?" the brother asked quietly, as if to himself. "They have the strength to rip us apart, as you have demonstrated today. How they demonstrated when they attacked Henrik."

Flinching, Niklaus turned away. "We will create an army by using our blood. They will protect us. Each of us will search for our Brides so we may also create our own lines to carry on our name." With a glance over his shoulder, he added, "I will be a monster to protect our family, to protect our place in the world."

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150 Years Later

Niklaus stood before his father—his blood father—waiting to hear him speak for the first time. He had been ushered in like a threat, but they'd left him alone with the man and his two wolf guardians.

The hybrid was determined to take his rightful place at the throne of the werewolf race, using it as protection for his family and their future families. He had no intention of letting these wolves follow them around the world to kill them; they had enough to deal with since Mikael was still on the loose.

"You are the king of the werewolves?" he asked when no sound came from the older man. "I had expected…more."

"You are the child I sired on my mate?" the alpha wolf chuckled with flashing eyes, a hulking form upon his nest of furs. "I am lucky she stayed with that vampyr; the children she offers are obviously weak." Raising his hand in an order to the large wolves at his side, he commanded, "Kill him. I do not wish to look upon what my seed has helped create."

The wolves flew at Niklaus immediately and he easily caught them, throwing them from him so he had time to change. It no longer hurt him to become a wolf; his body had grown used to it over time. The transformation was also growing faster each time.

Snarling at the others as they picked themselves up, his hackles raised and he bared his teeth. He was a larger wolf than either of them, though he had no idea why that could be. If they had any sense of self-preservation, they would back off; he was strong and blood thirsty as the weight of his brother's death nearly bore him into the ground.

When they attacked, however, he easily pinned them, leaving them bleeding to a death that wouldn't truly kill them. He turned on the leader—his true father—with a growl, readying himself to throw himself at the man.

"Sit down, little ulv. You have taken down my guards; perhaps you are strong enough to ascend my throne." He let out a small chuckle. "Too bad, though. I have already chosen to present another as my pup. You are not useful to me. Leave or I will have them lock you away to die over and over again."

Rage filled him. How dare the old cur? What gave him the right to turn his nose up at his child? Just like Mikael….

Throwing himself at the older man, he had the bastard's neck clenched between his powerful jaws, snapping them closed with such power that the werewolf's head was ripped from his body.

Niklaus still held the neck of his dead father for long moments, relishing in the blood filling his mouth as he gnawed at the fragments of bone and muscle. Some part of him knew that he was starting to grow too wolfish, that he was taking it too far. But he could hardly stop himself.

Forcing himself to stop gnawing, he changed himself back to his human form, snatching his father's head from where it had rolled. It would be his trophy, the pike that would warn off any who would oppose him when he took the throne. All in the world would know that he was a force to be reckoned with, that he was a powerful being in the heat of his prime.

"My liege, we have heard nothing—" one of the men that had brought him in said, bursting in with several other wolves behind him. Seeing that his king's head was held in the grip of the stranger, he started to shift, snarling, "You have killed our king! You punishment is death!"

Niklaus laughed darkly. "Oh? You would kill your new king? I am the true heir to this throne and I demand it as my due."

"The king's true son was hidden away for his protection. You are an impostor!"

All hell broke loose as the wolves transformed, leaving Niklaus no choice but to do the same. As they piled on top of him, ripping at him with teeth and claws, he tore through them with difficulty, feeling them attack from every direction. He was losing precious blood and he knew there was only one way that he would be able to get out alive.

Turning back to his human form quickly, he grabbed wolf after wolf, tossing them aside with vampire strength. When it was finally one on one, he started tearing off heads with ease, twisting their necks until it no longer connected. Blood sprayed everywhere, making him thirsty and unable to control the urge to drink, to heal his injuries. Fangs growing in his mouth, he buried them in the last wolf's neck, tearing it apart as the blood flowed down his throat.

Unfortunately, the howls and scent of death that hung in the air warned other wolves of the clan that their kindred were in trouble. Soon, they would fall upon him until they were finally able to tear his head off his shoulders, too exhausted to fight back.

Snarling in defeat, he burst out of the room, running away. The most demeaning thing he'd ever done.

My true father didn't want me anymore than Mikael. His people don't want me anymore than anyone else. As pain at the thought surged through him, he roared in fury. Then I will take their kingdom—my birthright—by force.

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Here it is, kiddies! I hope you enjoy it. On Tumblr, I'm up to Chapter Four, so those will be posted within the next few days here, too. I hope this gets you as interested as my following on Tumblr is. (:

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