This is my story about the originals (My friends had helped me with this. Quite some tough critics, they are)!

This chapter is way before Kol and his family were turned into a vampire. This one is Kol's point of view. Enjoy!

CHAPTER I.

KOL: 920 A.D.

It was a bright sunny day all over the Mystic land. Adults were all over the place doing their duties, and the children were out playing with their mates under the sun. Despite all the activities all around, there I was, a teenage boy with short dark hair. I was leaning on the wooden windowpane from inside my house looking at nothing important in particular.

I could hear laughter coming from my sister and her friends who were outside. She was playing house with some girls her age that lived next-door. I could never understand that the idea of playing part of some housewives with sack dolls as their babies, could be so much fun for girls. What was it that so entertaining about being a housewife? None, that was what. I would never understand what was inside their girly brains.

As I was becoming uninterested, I drifted my sight to the long blade between my fingers instead. It had been a gift from my oldest brother, Elijah. I had never been given a sword before. My father had not yet allowed me to. Mikael was a pain, Period.

Suddenly a cleared throat coming from behind me broke my thoughts. "Kol dear, you are supposed to watch over your sister."

"And so I have, mother." I told her.

Esther furrowed her brows and a small smile appeared at the corners of her lips. She should've known. "For a mere five seconds?"

"Fifteen," I confirmed, and there was no guilt or shame on my face.

Henrik, my five-year-old brother, released himself from mother's grip and jumped into my arms. "Big brother, Play!"

I poked my brother's chubby cheeks that were covered by his wavy black hair. "Not today. Play with Bekah outside, all right?"

Henrik pouted so badly, his lips looked that of a duck. It was so cute that I had to pinch them. "But but I want yoouu."

See? Of course Henrik had wanted me rather than Rebekah. Rebekah's term of watching over Henrik was to use him as one of her children in her little drama play (not to mention Henrik had to do everything she told him to). No wonder this little guy didn't like it. He would always come crying to me after Rebekah was done with him.

I turned back to face my mother. "Bekah is already twelve. She's a big girl. She could easily tear a wolf if she chose to." Being rude to my mother was never my intention, but I had to go away or I'd die of boredom. "So may I go, now?"

Esther let out a sigh. It was probably written all over my face. I was still upset that Mikael didn't let me joined Elijah, Finn, and Niklaus on the last hunt. Given the job to watch over my little sister wasn't exactly the right consolation that I needed.

"All right," Esther let on.

I threw her a quick smirk and left without telling her where I was about to go. I heard my name being called back, but didn't really care. I wasn't scared of my mother. Heck, I wasn't even as scared of my father as my brother, Niklaus, was. I was still scared nonetheless. It was only fair since Mikael only went so immorally harsh and heartless when it came to Niklaus. Nobody knew why, it was just that.

On my way, I passed some villagers who greeted me. Everyone was so considerate just because Esther was given the gift of magic, which of course, also handed down to her children. So the residents were to either truly adore my family, or just plain scared.

"Watching over your little sister, Kol?" some woman greeted, looking very delightful and proud as if I was her own.

Confused, I turned around and saw Rebekah who'd been following me, grinning. I rolled my eyes and resumed my walking, pretending she wasn't there.

"Where do you wish to go?" Rebekah asked, catching up. "Why are you carrying a bow and arrows? Aren't those Finn's belongings?"

"The woods," I stopped for a moment just to tell her, "And stop questioning."

Rebekah caught up with my pace and began to ramble, ignoring my notice. "Are you going to kill something? You know we are not permitted to kill for fun. Mother would be furious. And you are only fourteen. What can you do?"

I overlooked her last sentence just because I wasn't in the mood to be irritated. "You are not a tattletale like Niklaus, you will not tell on me." I said, as a matter of fact. "Right, sister?"

"True. Might I come?" She gave it her best shot to persuade me with her batted eyelashes as if that would ever work. But I figured saying no was not going to work on Rebekah either. She was that annoyingly persistent.

"As if you could bear being in the woods for more than a while," I scorned her.

"Watch me," she challenged stubbornly.

"Splendid," I said sarcastically as I forced a smile.

We went into the woods and searched for some woodland creatures good enough to kill. Rebekah wouldn't stop complaining about the wet plants and insects that were making her skin itch. If I didn't love my sister, I would've killed her right there and leave the body to the animals.

Finally, about sixty feet ahead, a doe was spotted.

Rebekah watched impatiently while I took an arrow and carefully placed it while aiming for the doe. I took a deep breath, calming myself so that my aim would be accurate.

Unfortunately, before I could shoot at what Rebekah referred to as the poor little creature, I heard the sound of someone walking through the grass recklessly. The doe became alarmed and ran away in a flash to my annoyance.

With a growl, I put down my bow and arrows. Rebekah and I turned to look at the idiot who'd interfered.

My little sister stared at the person from head to toe and looked a bit appalled by the unknown girl's appearance: she was dirty and exhausted. The girl looked like she had been living in the woods without changing her clothes for months. She had an oval face with a light olive complexion and almond-shaped brown eyes. Her wavy long, chocolate hair was let loose and tangled with each other.

"And you are—?" Rebekah finally spoke in advance.

"Tatia." she uttered quietly, before she lost consciousness and collapsed onto the ground.

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