The moon was dark as a figure laid back, sprawled over the bed.

The silver moon slowly began to rise over the crest of the hills as they broke past the horizon mountains. The dark clouds were circling, almost as though they were forming an eye over the large villa that sat by the lake. Towering tree's stood as solitary as the king's guard as they surrounded the home.

Two perfect circles.

A lake which had crawled far from the sea and yet glistened, needing only the smallest bit of light to shine like a diamond.

Land met sea.

Sea met sky.

It was almost just like a Disney film as slowly the figure sat up in the four poster bed. Slowly they moved their fingers across the smooth oak framing almost like they had never seen it before... as though everything in the room was strange and new to them. They reached out their hand and gently cupped a branch which had grown through the double French glazed windows, the black iron balcony railing and marble balcony.

The figure shifted slightly as the air ran over its bare chest. As the light set in the room, it became clearer to see there it was a boy. His soft brown hair fell over caramel eyes as he slowly swayed towards the balcony. As the moonlight hit him, streaks and locks of blond could made out of the mess of brown hair, his eyes were greatly unfocused as he grabbed hold of the railings. His long fur quilt was wrapped firmly around his waist as it trailed behind him, the white tiger print looks so pale against his warm skin.

The branch slowly rested in his palm as a green bud began to blossom into a lilly.

His emerald eyes regarded the texture carefully. Observing each change in the shade of the plant. He looked over the plant as a artist would look at his masterpiece.

Rain began to soon pour as he looked down at the shrivelling petals, each one of them slowly began to crumble away as they became dust on the breeze.

But still he just stood there... His eyes hidden now between dank locks of hair which masked his face.

"Jackie?" A soft voice called through the master bedroom as the polished door slowly creaked open. The voice was slightly shaky at using such a tone. It was as though the tone was not meant to have been used by them in a long while.

The figure leant against the doorway before turning on the lamp at the bedside table exposing the figures face.

unlike the boy, she had pure long blonde hair which cascaded onto her shoulders. Her smooth skin was perfect and almost hypnotic as she walked precisely into the room. "Jack Mikaelson... what are you doing out there! You will catch your cold!" To any other person it would look strange to see such an exchange between these two. She spoke with such a protective and authoritative tone and yet she looked barely older than the boy Jack. There was a clear bond... a family bond?

But there was a truth here.

A truth that not all people could probably understand.

The boy slowly turned his head as a flash of lightning erupted in the distance as he turned his head over his shoulder. The light of his eye growing and fading with the storm. "I had those dreams again... Rebekah" His voice was soft as a summer's breeze and yet shared the same soft accent as the older girl did speak with.
"Jack... we're not at school now." She folded her arms and lent against the wall. She looked at first glance to be into her late eighteen's while Jack looked barely into sixteen. "You know what I like you to call me when we're not at school."
"I'm sorry... mother." he turned his head away as he gazed back to the stormy horizon.

That was her; Rebekah Mikaelson, one of the first originals... original vampires that is.

She gazed at the boy as he stood in the rain. Her eyes watched as a shiver ran down the boys spine, if he kept this up then he would be sick to his stomach and off his feet with the bug. "Jack, come on." she kept her voice soft as she walked over and rested her hand on the boys burning shoulder. "You should get a few more hours sleep, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow." she shook her head gently as she turned him around. "Jack?" she sighed slightly before gently kissing his forehead and pulled him close.

This is what she had always wanted; her own child.

But... what hurt her?

It was the fact her own child burdened so much onto himself and never chose to share it with her.

She smiled softly as she knelt and looked at his eyes as they closed and he slumped onto her. She scooped him up without hardly any effort and carried him back over to the bed before pulling a fresh quilt around him and tucking him in close. Her fingers softly moving fallen locks of hair out of his face. A hand rested on the boys forehead as she felt a burning temperature meet her touch. She sighed as she knew he had caught a cold and she knew the quick medicine to help cure it.

Then, without her knowing why, she just stared at his face for a few minutes.

but still... how had everything changed to this?

It only felt like the other day that he had been born.

These last fifteen... no, she looked down at her watch as the clock struck midnight. These last sixteen years... they had been the only time she had ever truly felt time pass.

but now she had one dilemma left to face.

She had to keep him away from the rest of her family and worry about what she would do when the time came when she couldn't let her baby age any more.

-Break-

Jack slowly moved down the stairs as his eyes moved around absently, still painted with the dreams of the night. He was in low neck black Italian top and tight skinny jeans that framed him perfectly. His hand moved down the smooth wooden banister as he walked down the spiral staircase onto the marble floor... his mother did love the styled life ever so much.

He stumbled into the kitchen and just as he felt the floor slip away beneath him. A sturdy pair of hands caught him gently and set him down on the stool before tucking him into the table as breakfast was set down for him. "Mom..." he groaned and rubbed his eyes as she planted a kiss on his forehead.
"What? I can't make my son breakfast on his last weak at school?" He gave a gentle smile as he finally noticed a faint metallic taste in his mouth. He raised an eyebrow up at his mother who sighed.
"You caught a fever standing out in that rain last night." Her cautious eye ran over him as she checked him over. "Are you sure you feel well enough to go in today?"
"Yeah Mom." he gave a bright smile under his tired gaze.
"You know." she took a seat opposite him as she set down a mug of coffee in front of him. "I could help you forget those dreams..."

Jack knew this offer did not come lightly. His mother detested acknowledging her vampire nature in front of him. Using her blood to heal him was normally as far as she would go.

But these nightmares had been haunting him for far longer than a month.

He shook his head slowly and his mother lingered her gaze on him.

She lent back in her chair slightly as she took the mail off the counter top. "Is there... anything you want to tell me?" she kept her voice calm and casual, though Jack could tell from the look in her eye that his mother was looking for an answer to something.
"Like what Mom?" He shrugged and his eye caught onto a white envelope with his name inscribed onto it. Don't open it. Don't open it. Don't open it! His thoughts raced as he looked casually back down at his drink and took a sip.
"Like, this letter from a certain boy at our school?" she resisted a smile that was threatening to break through her cool and collected mask. She looked back at the letter for a few seconds. "It is quite quaint how he writes to you instead of texting."
"I think it's nice." Jack fought with all his might the blush which was threatening to spread across his cheeks.
"Believe me, of everyone we know Jackie." she lent her head into her palm. "I would gladly stick to the old ways."

A smile began to slowly spread across her face as the look in her eyes became distant. Jack knew that smile, that distant look in her eyes. She was remembering her youth... her real youth. Growing up with her family before they had changed. She had never really spoken about her family much to Jack... well apart from before they were changed, before her life changed... and speaking of family. "Is there anything else in the mail today?" Jack kept his gaze low as he avoided his mothers look.

His focus burned onto the table as he thought about what today was. His mother grinned slightly as she too reached pulled out a box that fit in her palm and walked him over to the mirror. "Happy birthday baby." she whispered softly before she hugged him.

Jack looked down at the black box as his hands nimbly undid the emerald bow. He stared at the box as he touched it and felt electricity run up his back. What ever was in this box... it was old. "I had an old friend fetch it." his mother whispered. "I had them go into a certain cave and get it back after you were born." All the time she spoke she kept her gaze on her son. She could see it in his eyes, he knew what it was... but... he looked almost slightly afraid of it.

She slowly opened the box and pulled out the long silver chain and the charm that came with it. She paused as she looked at it. "This used to belong to your grandmother." she whispered as she put the necklace on him slowly. "Ten thousand years ago she wore this. On her death I took it." Rebekah looked at Jack as the charm now rested on him... almost as though it had always meant to be worn by him. "Now, I'm giving it to you." she ran her hand through his hair and ruffled it affectionately. "Happy sixteenth birthday."
"M-Mom." his voice barely made it above a whisper. "Thank you."
"Now come on." she smiled brightly. "Let's go before I start crying." she laughed and pushed him gently towards the door as he picked up his bag. He turned quickly to walk out the doorway but stopped as he heard the tapping of heels on the floor.

Slowly he turned his head back to look at his mother. "Forgetting something?" she looked expectantly towards the mirror and he groaned.
"But Mom!" he moaned.
"Jack Henriq Mikaelson." she folds her arm and he flinched slightly. He knew his mothers temper and he knew that someone would be an idiot to be on the wrong side of it.
"Okay, okay!" he reached into his pocket slowly and pulled out a pair of black framed glasses before he hesitantly put them on.
"There." she smiled and cupped her hands either side of his face. "My handsome boy, you're going to be such a heart throb, you're going to make... someone, very happy one day." Jack slowly turned and quickly walked out the door. She took a deep breath and shook her head. She would just have to keep dropping these hints until her boy got the point that as long as he was happy she would be happy too.

But be it a girl or a boy... if anyone hurt her son.

They would suffer greatly.

She would not hesitate to kill anyone who hurt her baby.

-Break-

It wasn't far to the nearest town. About half an hour by car, but even so, Jack loved the English countryside. He attended a school with his mother . It wasn't far from the beach and he often went their to clear his mind. The way the waves gently rolled over the shore around the sand and the cove. He was walk to and from the trail of path that winded around the small village where his mother took him as a child for Tea. He had lived such a perfect childhood... and yet... and yet... he knew things most other boys could probably never deal with. But it was here in Devon, was where his mother had decided to come. After moving all the way from America to start a new life with him here in Croyde.

The school was two stories and about fifteen classrooms in total. His mother usually went to the drama and English classes. Both of them shared a passion for English and theatre, Jack stuck to the art classrooms a lot of the time. This sometimes worried Rebekah. It would often remind her of a certain brother she had left behind in order to start this new life... which is why she was constantly searching through the students on the horrific chance she may come across a familiar face. Although the truth was most of the students only came here because it was the only school around in the village.

He and his mother decided villages were their best option to stay on the down low.

They hadn't planned so far ahead as what to do when people noticed that his mother... or as they thought, 'his sister'.

Hasn't aged in seven years of being in the village.

It was that morning that Jack moved quickly to his school locker as he watched the clock. "Oh come on... it's my birthday... just give me this one day break please!" he quickly turned to his locker and began to pull on the rusted lock. The temptation to use his power was too great. He could just aim his hand at the lock and blast it open. No trouble. No worry.

But two things would be wrong with that plan. One; it would draw way to much attention to him. Two; he had promise a long time ago that he would onto use his powers in practice at his own home under the watchful eye of his mother.

"Come on!" he growled as he tugged on the locker then paled greatly as a hand slammed into the locker by his head. "Well look what we have here boys." a smug voice hissed into his ear. Jack felt himself roughly shoved against the locker as a fist balled up his shirt and moved against his smooth skin. "Nice shirt..." Jack looked over the boy and tried to break away from the grip. Don't use your powers. Don't use your powers. Don't use your powers! "Maybe I should take you the auditorium for a bit. Mark my territory." Tears began to form in Jacks eyes as he stared up at the boy.

The boy had red and brown hair and deep hazel eyes. He was dressed in tight fitting sports clothes. Stereotypical, egotistic, self centred idiot! Jack turned his head away from the boy's warm breath as he squirmed. "Get off me!" he pleaded quietly then was silenced as the boy's other fist curled into his head and slammed it back against the metal.
"Oh come now." the boy grinned. "Lets have some fun."

The boy dragged Jack down the corridor as he had done so many times before and threw the boy onto the stairs of the theatre. Everybody would be on a lunch break by now. His mother would still be in class as they both had different time tables. At first both had tried sneaking out their own classes to hang out but soon the teachers had began to notice the pattern and soon put both of them into place.

That's when the nightmares had began when this boy had begun to find Jack by himself.

All on his own.

Defenceless.

Easy for the taking.

Jack looked up as the boy knelt down and grinned. "Now... birthday boy. How about I give you your present." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife before he began to sing happy birthday quietly.
"Stop." Jack begged as the cold metal began to run across his face.
"Happy birthday to Jack." the boy grinned.
"STOP!"
"Happy birthday to..." The knife dug in deeply as it sliced over his cheek.
"HELP!"

Then his other cheek began to get torn open by the knife.

That was until quiet footsteps began to echo behind them.

"You heard the boy." A cold voice growled out. "Stop."
"And who are-" The boy stopped and screamed as a hand was brought down on his neck and Jack watched the two begin to smash into walls and chairs.
"Kurt..." Jack stared eye wide as the boy was smashed viciously into a wall and collapsed to the floor.

Above him stood the darkest figure Jack had ever seen.

The man looked barely older than his mother. His dark brown hair was flat in slight curls and a dark twinkle in the man's eyes sparkled as he looked at the younger boy. "Now now. I'm not here to hurt you. If I was." Jack looked over to Kurt who was on the floor next to the wall. His eyes were still open and blood dripped from the side of his mouth... and yet his chest still lifted and fell ever so slightly. "If I was here to hurt you, you would be dead." The man grinned before biting into his wrist and holding it out to Jack who just stared at it blankly. "Or maybe I should go and get your mother... it has been so long since I have seen her."
"How do you know my mother..." His eyes widened as something dawned on him. "You... you I saw you in my dreams that once."
"Say my name." He whispered.
"My mother wouldn't want you here!" Jack stood suddenly, finding his voice. He finally cleared his head enough to take in the man's details. He wore a black leather jacket and matching jeans.
"Oh so she told you about me?"
"No... I read her diary... she often talks about you in it, though she would never dare mention you to my face."
"Then you would know I don't prance about." He roughly shoved his wrist into Jack's mouth who began to suckle on the blood from the self inflected bite. When he had taken enough he felt the man gently push him back and put a hand on his shoulder. "Go. I will be visiting you and your mother soon..."
"No! She cannot know what happened here..."
"So it seems that we have come to an stand still."
"No... you have all the power at this time." Jack glared up at him. "Don't toy with me... I read all the diary entries."
"Ah, good. Pack your things. You're coming with me. Tell her of your immediate departure and I will see you at the airport, tonight." He grinned and nodded before walking off.

Leaving Jack to sit there and cry as he thought about the possibility of what might have just happened.

-Break-

Rebekah stormed through the area as she looked for a familiar sign of brown and blonde hair. "I swear... if anything happened to him..." every last part of her being resisted using her compulsion to have ever member of the school searching.

Then she sighted the familiar mess of blond and brown locks.

"Jack!" she crushed her arms around him as she looked at the boy's face. "What happened?! What-" she paused as she saw the faint lines across his cheek. Faint scar marks. "What happened..."
"Mom... I have to go."
"Jack what happened."
"Mom he was here. He saved me."
"Who!" Her son grabbed her hand fiercely as she realised that her face had begun to change. Soon regaining her head she looked into his eyes. The pure fear that was set in them.
"It was him Mom... It was... Klaus..."

That weighed in the air for a few seconds.

"We have a plane to catch." She grabbed his hand and dragged him a long as she rushed to the car.
"What? Where are we going!"
"You're going to meet your uncle at his home."
"Where?" Jack's eyes pleaded to her to the point he came to a complete stand still. She knew he wouldn't move until he got her answer... boy, did he really have to have her stubbornness?
"We're going to a town called Mystic Falls." She turned and felt Jack allow himself to be dragged along. Time for a bloody family reunion.

Hi, this is my first time that I have ever wrote a fanfiction for vampire diaries and I hope it isn't to bad of a starter, if it is, I promise what comes next be better. With the first chapter out the way I can start the plot. I hope you liked it, if you do, maybe leave a review about what you thought you liked about it? Hopefully you guys will carry on to read whats next. It is currently 00:24 here and I have to be up at 07:00 for college. Hopefully I can't wait to read some reviews.

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