A young brunette was sleeping soundly in her bed, it could be fit for a princess and her's wasn't, she lived on her own, she can't remeber her parents clearly the only person she ever remebers is her Father. She didn't like being called Princess or Sweetie or darling or any of those cheesy names people used to call her. The only one who was aloud to call her that was her Dad.
Viktor Lambrick.
Viktor died when she was 5, theres nothing she could've done. Until now. She knows she's strong and powerful, however she doesn't know how much but someone else does. She could've done something to stop those terrible creatures from murderring her Father, infront of her eyes. She remebers. But she can't remeber anything.
He killed her Father infront of a little girls eyes. What kind of a man was he?
The teenager woke up tiredly. It was a new day. Nothing was new. Well that was a lie. Something new was going to happen. The brown beauty didn't know that. But he did.
Klaus.
This day was about to get weird.