These past 5 years had been both a blessing and cursing for the Mikaelson's… Kol and Elena Mikaelson that is. They were married shortly after moving to the suburbs of West Virginia with some random junkie as their witness, they eloped but it was moment they cherished to their hearts. They bought a house with an incredibly huge backyard and it was almost a giveaway that they were going to start having children. They'd welcomed their first child together shortly after, a little girl; Luceilana (Luke-A-Lana) Ava 'Lucy' Mikaelson. She had her mothers beauty and fathers charm. Her eyes were light chocolate. Hair dirty blonde. Accompanied by an attitude that would knock you dead. She was in all nature the child of a Mikaelson. It seemed that the wrath of Mikael did pass down through his genes and Elena's inability to decide on one simple task also happened to be a tragic gene that was tragically trapped inside of little Lucy.
Lucy was three now and they wanted to have just one more child but it was a wish that was being unfulfilled. Elena had tragically suffered two miscarriages and they were losing hope. Elena would stay in bed for weeks mourning the loss of her unborn child will Kol would spend time playing with Lucy, thanking God for her. She was his miracle.
Their marriage was rocky… to say the least.
At night, Elena would curl up in bed and Kol would try to hold her only to have her jerk out of his arms. He'd fall asleep angered and hurt. His dreams however were quite confusing, he'd be standing in the Mikaelson Mansion and he would hear a voice. He couldn't tell who this 'voice' belonged to but every night he'd wake up the same time right before the owner came to light. But tonight… tonight would be different, tonight he'd see the owner and would realize his perfect white picket fence life was headed for the worse.
It would be clear, that you can't always run from your past… because eventually it catches up with you.