A/N: OK, so this was something I've always wanted to try and do. I love second person stories and really wanted to try to do one of my own. Yes, I know anyone could say this is just an O/C and in a way it is however, I love the fact that you are the O/C and that you are part of the story yourself. If you don't like it fine, each to their own but if you do please give feedback. I do appreciate it. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the first chapter.
The Life You Never Chose.
Small Viking Village - Over 1000 Years Ago.
Your name bellowed across the open village and had you jolted to an abrupt stop. That voice. The only sound that could and would force your heart to race suddenly. You hadn't moved for a few seconds - at least you believed it was a few seconds.
"Y/N" The thunderous yell was louder this time, an indication that either you had started to move or that they were getting closer.
You glanced quickly towards your feet, they had not moved - not even an inch. This forced you to snap to your senses and turn round fiercely to see the sight of your Father marching down towards you - his sword in hand and looking ready for a fight.
"Are you deaf Y/N? Answer me when I address you!" Your father demanded just as he reached where you were positioned.
"Sorry Father." Was all you managed to say, voice with lack of any emotion. The grown man tutted to ease frustration before continuing,
"Where are your brothers? Where's Niklaus?" Mikael interrogated. You managed to roll your eyes undetected however, shrugged to the question.
"I haven't seen Niklaus all day Father. I was just off to find Kol... Has something happened?" You decided to ask carefully, knowing the odd relationship Mikael had with your brothers - especially Niklaus.
Mikael looked fairly impatient, the grip on his sword tightening and resulting his knuckles to turn a shade of white.
"Go home." Was all he said, not giving you a single answer. Now you had questions but you were smart enough to know that this wasn't the time to ask.
"Y/N!" Was shouted once more yet by a difference voice - a voice you much preferred...
Kol was jogging back from the woods as he saw you and Mikael. He gave a slight concerned glance at you before addressing your father.
"Father? What ever is the matter? You seem -" Kol was interrupted sharply.
"Where's Niklaus, Kol?" Mikael growled, earning worried glances between you and your twin brother. You knew Kol well. You knew he would be the type to lie however just like you, you knew also that he wasn't as stupid to do just that.
Your brother sighed deeply and pointed back in the direction he came from - between two trees.
"He's by the lake with Elijah." He replied in small defeat, he now knew he's sent his older brother to the chopping block.
Mikael did not hesitate and ushered you two to move along and get out of his way.
"Go home the both of you now. Rebekah is already there. Don't make your mother worried. Go." He demanded seconds before he took off towards the trees.
Neither you or Kol moved, watching Mikael disappear into the woods. When he was no longer in sight you glanced up at the sky, noting the deep tones of reds appearing in the clouds.
"It's getting late, we should head back." You stated, earning a nod from your twin.
Kol began to walk back slowly and you followed right by his side, both purposely ignoring what could be happening right now. However, Kol decided to lighten the mood and put on a cheery smile.
"So sister, it's the full moon tomorrow -" He pointed at the sky before continuing,
"I thought it would be a nice idea if Henrik you and I went to watch the Wolf Men turn..." He suggested. You smiled slightly, the both of you spoke about the Wolf Men all the time, laughing and joking while telling horror stories to your little brother Henrik. You nodded.
"Great idea brother. We'll surprise Henrik tomorrow." You laughed and pushed Kol to one side just before egging him on to race you home and so he did...
Present Day - Mystic Falls
Your eyes snapped open, daylight filling them and earning an ungrateful groan from you. You were disorientated. Where were you? How did you get here? These questions raced through your fuzzy head as you managed to sit up. You took a long look around. Dried mud and dirt were your walls - was this a grave?
It was. Although your mind was clouded and vision not at its best, you began to remember. Images and visions started to whirl around in your head.
"Klaus..." You growled bitterly and forced yourself up and out of this hovel you had spent your time in. How long however, you did not know.
You could hear laughter in the distance. You took a step forward however you stopped just as fast. Hunger.
You could smell it. Almost taste it. You were starving.
You were in a woods - one you recognised. The laughter picked up as your hearing adjusted. Without thinking you dashed through the woods at inhumane speed, stopping by a campfire of teens all laughing as one showed them a dagger he retrieved. The dagger... You took a look down at your chest to see no wound yet, you knew where that dagger had been. The teens must've come across your grave, found you and that silver dagger. They must have thought you were long dead and decided to prize themselves with it. Big mistake, you thought. Anger and hunger had clouded your judgement as you took a step forward into the open.
"I believe that dagger you are holding is mine." You snarled, holding yourself back ever so slightly, hunger was fighting dearly.
Each teen went silent, however the young boy holding his prized possession yelled in terror.
"Y- ou you were d-ead!" His voice failed him as his body began to shake without control. You were now agitated and could no longer control the pangs running through your - already dead - body.
"I'm already dead. Idiot." Your voice went dangerously low and eyes morphed into darkness, fangs protruding. Screams were heard just as quickly as they were stopped by you as you drained each and everyone one. The mess was horrendous yet you did not care. Hunger now satisfied you took a seat on one the makeshift benches and sighed lightly - wiping the red stains from your lips.
You glanced at the now dead boy. He was still holding the dagger in his hand. You plucked it from him and eyed it carefully and scowled. Oh how you remembered everything... Your brother is a deader man than he already was.