Prolouge

The moon rose high in the sky where all the deep most inner darkness resided. The people couldn't believe it as they fell to their knees in prayer. None more than the young girl, gold spun hair falling around shoulders, eyes closed and serene. As her sister tried to bring her with her husband. Whispering the magical words as she praised the moon. The strong wind brushing the trees, her pretty dress becoming soiled with dirt. Blonde hair shining in the moonlight as it began to whip around her face. Not daring to move, for she came with a purpose, a goal. Not until the moon goddess shined gifting the people her light as she shined bright above.

Wishing for two more children as the moon looked down their servant and saw a young naïve girl with yellow strands almost like gold spun wishing for two more children, her veins carrying magic in them as they contemplated it. As it shone brighter than the stars that night.

During the sacred cycle when the morning stars aligned with sun would they be born. For

underneath their skin would be two little humans. Because buried beneath there's magic made out of flesh and bone. And despite everything they would still be human. But, the sun had another offer as the fire would bless all those souls during battle while they fought the neighboring clans. But ultimately the tears pouring into earth made the young girl weep with joy as she felt its call humming in her veins. And since that moment despite the urgent calls of her name. She made her choice. Their souls intertwining with each other underneath the bright full moon during the witching hour. Their small bodies forming in her womb as her husband's seed had took effect within. Her cheeks glistening with tears and her heart swelling with hope, as she ran back to her husband the great news.

Even years later the moon heard the small cries of the small boy. Watching as the he curled his small fingers around his sisters' that they soon blessed the children, but if they were to be ever separated the anguish and darkness would taint their flesh and hearts, the longer they were away from one another. Even as the young naive girl who once begged for her mercy and it was granted. That they were angered when she had turned to the sun gods for their magical forces that soon a rare magical occurrence happened, a doppelgänger appeared in the form of the Petrova Bloodline cursed to be the servants to the Mikaelson family till all of eternity. With a few drops of her blood turning them into vampires, and watched as he tore the blonde's head from her shoulders and it splattered across the room, the minute they were born into this world. Ripping through towns, villages, and cities in his anger and anguish, blood spilling into the earth appeasing the moon goddess while his white gleaming fangs tearing into innocent people in his quest to find his sister, Santana after the moon goddess. Still feeling the call of her soul into his tainting heart, even years later in despair bordering on madness. As his siblings questioned his sanity as tore apart countries in her name, feeling her very alive as it rattled in his brain like a poison. The moon appeased with his daily offerings granted him the piece that would finally lead to his soul. As she too experienced many questionable things away from her twin, following the dark macabre melody of the violin weaving in the wind underneath the glorious full moon as it shined bright in the night sky. As he fed through the two daughters similar to the great beauty that was his sister. Dreaming of her.

That slowly descended to madness and his sanity. Seeing a girl with the same striking features of his own. No woman saunter through the town paying no attention to the blood or carnage laying all around her. She no looked like the girl that would crawl in his bed, afraid of the night. Embracing the darkness of the night as the houses were consumed in the flames, screams echoing into the wind. Crimson dark purple silk giving a glimpse of her tan skin as her hips swayed with the wind, skin peeking through the fabric, hugging her curvy body while the thick straps tied around her shoulders, amplifying her cleavage. A liquid gold collar resting against her collarbone. Dark curls spilling over her shoulders like crows finest feathers and the reddest lips that it reminded him of blood he left behind. But the embers enhanced her features, dark eyes shining in the smoke. For some reason the alluring figure stood in the flames, her lips parted had me inching closer and closer just to touch catch a glimpse. My fingers scorching from the heat hitting my palm. Feeling her hum in my veins as her soul called to him, standing before him. Afraid if he blinked the vision, she would be gone and he'd never see her again.

Shining bright in the flames, silk trailing through the blazing hot fire, stepping through the great flames and crawled to him on all fours. Her head tilting to the side making her curls fall to side. He tried to speak but the words failed to come out as he gazed up into similar dark eyes. "Please..," he started but they died in his throat. A light clicking in the back of his head knowing that he wasn't going mad, she was here. With me. Tears shining in his eyes as she slithered herself up on his body, watching her. Her blood red lips whispering into the shell of his ear causing goosebumps to rise. Whispering "Hunt me down, brother."

"Set me free." She whispered seductively that he tried to touch her face, but his hand just went through. That he nodded franticly wanting to feel her warmth flesh underneath mine and inhale the sweet scent of her hair. The last thing he felt before slumbering into darkness was the feel of her long nails grazing his cheek. Staring into the same dark eyes that haunted him, feeling them burn into the recess of his mind. Those seductive eyes staring back at him in his darkness.