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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, that honor belongs to Stefanie Myer. I do not have any rights to any of the characters in this story, I'm just borrowing them for a bit... This story will contain homosexual relationships, violence, explicit sexual content, and some strong language. I have chosen not to archive this story as a crossover, though technically this story is a crossover with The Originals. Alright, lets get this party started!

Chapter One

Dear Carlisle,

Over the course of my long life, I have come to learn two very important things. 1. Immortality is not in fact, as glamourous as it sounds 2. Nothing in this world has the power to break your heart quite like a sibling.

Nine thousand years ago, I was just a girl. My family lived in a small village in the forests of what is now Norway. I was nothing special then. I was the youngest of the six children my parents were blessed with; I was their only daughter. Things were so different then...

My family was happy in those days, we loved each other immensely, and it was that love that warmed us in the cold winters. But we changed, not intentionally or willingly, but we were changed all the same. It happened so slowly we never saw it coming, and it happened so quickly that we didn't notice until it was too late. I remember like it happened yesterday, all of the pain and heartache is still as fresh as it was all those centuries ago. I guess that is the price of living forever.

My father had just come back from battle. His hair was braided back and his sword sat on his thigh, it's leather sheath still stained in blood. I remember my mother's face when she saw my father walk through the trees. Complete joy. Her husband was safe; the gods had answered her prayers. He embraced all of us, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. I like to imagine father was happy to be home, but the truth is that I'm nearly positive that the man who returned to us that day was no longer our father.

War does strange things to the minds of men. It warps them, alters them in some invisible way. The first thing I hear the next morning is yelling. My father's thunderous voice shook the ground. I heard my brothers Elijah and Niklaus, my father's enraged rant nearly drowned out the sound of their voices. I left the tent as quietly as I could, careful not to wake my mother and the rest of my brothers. It didn't take long to find them, the stood in a clearing just a few yards from our hut. Niklaus was on the ground, holding his hands up in a desperate attempt to protect his face from the savage beating my father was giving him. Elijah pleaded with father, he begged the man to stop.

I ran to them, yelling all of the way. "Stop! Father! Please, father stop! Your killing him!" I threw myself down on the ground and gathered Niklaus's bloodied body in my arms. My brother's breathing was ragged and laboured, his eyelids wrenched shut in pain. Father's emotionless eyes were trained on me, he was watching me as a hunter might a deer. The broad man took a step back and turned away from us.

It was in that moment that we knew, we knew our father was gone. The kind and caring man who had once held me tight in his arms to keep the nightmares at bay was gone. We were warriors, there was no other life for Vikings to lead. But never once before had my father raised a hand to any of us. It broke our hearts.

My father's wrath and temper only grew from there. But it wasn't us who were made to suffer it. Niklaus, was the object of father's abuse and cruelty; my sweet brother who so often made me laugh and gave me gifts. This lasted months, but never once did Niklaus break. Father's treatment only spurred his feirce protective nature, Niklaus made it his mission to keep me and my brothers Kol and Henrik, as far away from our father as possible. Yes, this was all bad, but nothing could have prepared us for what would happen next.

Our tribe was setteled near a colony of what my people called Moonwalkers. As children we were told stories of the Moonwalkers, we were warned to never go beyond the the small river that ran behind our village. Even in his youth Niklaus disregarded the rules. In the middle of the night he snuck out of our hut and made his way beyond the river. He wanted to see the Moonwalkers change for himself. Little did he know our brother Kol (always the inquisitive one) followed him. To this day I still dont know what happened in that forest. I just know that they found the Moonwalkers.

In the early hours of the morning Nikl aus came running back into the village, in his arms he carried Kol's bloody mauled body. My mother, the most powerful witch to have ever walked the Earth, cast every spell she knew, but despite her power Kol died in her arms.

The death of his son took away what little humanity my father had left. He forced my mother to change us, to make us unkillable and immortal. Fearing the death of Niklaus, my mother did as my father asked.

Father got his wish. We are immortal, we are unkillable, but at the cost of everything else. We burned down the white oak tree, that mother had so carelessly tied our fate to. The wood of this tree is the only thing that could have killed us. I'm sure she regretted letting us burn it down. The family that had once loved each other so dearly was torn apart. Mother soon discovered the price of her dark magicks. Blood.

Everything has a balance in this world, and magic is no acception. The cost of immortality was blood.

Henrik, Eliajah, Finn, and I emerged from the change with control. But Niklaus didnt. He became a monster. He killed with no remorse. Mother hated what she had created. We had to kill her, she left us no choice.

You know most of this story Carlisle, and I know you may be curious as to why I've sent you this. Once a very long time ago you offered me a place in your family. I hope that offer still stands. For thousands of years I acted as Niklaus's war horse. He made us into the monsters we are today. I don't say this in any dramatic sort of way, I say it because it's true. But, I dont want to be a monster any more. The Denali's tell me you and your family are living in Forks, Washington. I've got a flight tomorrow morning to Seattle International Airport. If these long years have changed your mind, then I'll find other arrangements. I know there are still questions that need to be answered, and I will answer them. But there is only so much I feel comfortable putting dowin in writing.

I hope to see you soon old friend,

-Rebekah Mikaelson (Bella)