(there was a little bit of devil in her angel eyes)

Her name was Tatia Petrova, and she was the girl who couldn't love.

Love was useless to her. Manipulation and seduction could get her much more than a mere emotion ever could. She was clever and witty, and used her mind to get what she wanted, and what she wanted was power. Her body hummed with the need for it; she desired it with all she had.

She was the dark beauty in the sea of light. She oozed charm, and laughter shone from beneath her full lashes. Yet, she was not without her own secrets. Tatia hid the fact that there was a baby boy across the sea that would have called her Mama one day. The dark blot on her stainless past was whisked out of sight and into the void; the little fact that she had abandoned her child with her parents, and fled across the vast waters to escape. The child was a burden, and would be better off with her parents. That little boy could not get his mother anything. A child would have only slowed her down.

She was a fast girl in the slow lane. Her mind (and the seduction of a few men) had gotten her to the new land, after all. That old land simply wasn't enough for her. Her past was always hanging over her head like a dark cloud back home; she would eternally be the girl who got herself in the family way without a husband. Well, she had learned since then. She wasn't the shameful little girl anymore. She wasn't the innocent that she once was—that little girl who smiled sweetly had died when her courses came late, and her life was ruined. How was she supposed to know that what she was doing was wrong? She ran to escape her mistakes, and never looked back. The old land held nothing for her anymore.

Even in the new land, Tatia Petrova was not without a string of boys behind her. She craved attention like her body needed air, and she would get it no matter the cost. She played the boys—those foolish little boys who actually believed that she loved them—and they ate right out of her hand. They were so innocent, so naïve, but there was not a single pang of guilt in Tatia's heart whenever she crushed theirs.

It was not in her to love. There was no point in it. She could bat her eyelashes and toss her hair and they would come running, so why get attached? They would come to her all the same. No, it was much better to have them all at her beck and call, ready to bid her wishes at any given moment, with no emotional attachment.

Oh, but her biggest conquests were the Mikaelson brothers.

Niklaus and Elijah held a charm about them that drew Tatia as a moth to a flame. Niklaus was the laughing one, the one who never failed to put a smile upon her face. He was such a tortured soul, worn down by his father, but he always picked himself back up. Elijah was the serious one, the one who was calm and careful. He treated her as if she was made of glass, and never let her get hurt.

They were so easy to charm; so susceptible to her laughing eyes and coy smiles. They both fell quickly and easily, and neither seemed to notice that she was carrying on with one behind the other's back. She whispered words of love to the first before going and whispering the same words to the second mere hours later. She used them both, damning the consequences. They were her puppets, and she was their master.

There was something special about those Mikaelson boys that awakened something old and deep in Tatia—something that she did not wish for. It was something that made her want to choose—to actually choose—a boy and settle down. It was something unallowed, and Tatia shoved that forbidden feeling down with all she had. She only became worse because of it. She had lost her last bit of redeemability when she rejected the thought of picking a brother, and it would be the end of her.

Tatia, the girl who couldn't love, was sacrificed to make the boys who thought she could love, live forever. She was the first in a line that would curse brothers for the next thousand years, and her pretty eyes and smiles would live on. She would never know what was in store for her descendants. She would not ever know that her face was a curse. She would never know that because she was the one sacrificed, it could only be her line to break the curse. She would never know that because of her incessant flirtations and charm, demons were to be unleashed upon the world. She might have left those Mikaelson boys alone, had she known. And she would never know that—because of her young son in the Old World—she had just doomed two more young women to the same fate as herself. That if she just had not had a child, everything would have changed.

Let the doppelganger hunt begin.

AN: Well, clearly I have decided to edit my formatting of this story. I'm splitting the Petrova ladies up into three different chapters-it was simply too long with Elena's portion being a good forty pages, and everything was just weird. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my characterization of the lovely and terrible Tatia Petrova.

With wit and charm,

Inky