CHAPTER 1/PROLOGUE
She couldn't lose them, her children, not again. Her first child miscarried and the first girl she gave birth to die before even seeing the age of seventeen. She wouldn't let the werewolves take her babies now. Sure enough, Nicklaus, Kol, Elijah, Finn, and her darling daughter Rebekah were into their twenties, but to Esther, they would always be her babies. So she had to do it. She had to protect them, and this was the only way. The village was in danger so she could at least protect her children, if nothing else.
She especially had to keep Rebekah, her only daughter, safe. Esther always wanted a daughter, but her first two had she had already lost and she would allow herself to die before letting her beautiful Rebekah suffer the same fate. So she did what she had to do. She turned them into creatures of darkness. She turned them into things that walked in the night forever. She turned her babies, into vampires.
"You shouldn't have done that." A female voice snapped Esther out of her thoughts. Esther looked back at her friend who was now standing in the doorway of Esther's house, with worry clearly expressed on her features.
"Done what?" Esther asked innocently, but cringed as she realised she just lied to a psychic.
"Esther, my friend, you shouldn't have messed with the forces of nature. People aren't supposed to live forever." She said in a warning tone.
"What was I supposed to do?" Esther stressed. "Let them die? Let Rebekah die?"
"This fate will be far worse for Rebekah, I saw it." The woman stated.
"What was it? What did you see?" Esther panicked.
"There are still many, many years until this vision comes to pass, but, the girl wearing another woman's face will thrust a dagger into Rebekah's heart, leaving Rebekah pale and lifeless."
"M-my Rebekah, shall die?" Esther's voice choked out the last word.
"No, she will not die, as such; it will be more like a never ending sleep that can only be broken when the dagger is removed. Rebekah, though, will be locked magically in a tomb, making the task of removing the dagger much more difficult."
"Oh my god." Esther began to cry, "What have I done?"
A/N: this is really short, I know, but review if you want more!