Finn looked up at his father; his father who was spattered with the blood of his four younger siblings. There was a sword, covered in that same blood, in Mikael's hands. Finn did not stand. It would be useless to try and escape. From behind him he could hear the muffled sobs of his mother.

"Why, father?" he whispered.

Mikael sighed, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword, poising it to plunge into his eldest son's heart. "It is for the best, my son."

Finn did not understand, but he trusted his father. He closed his eyes and began to take a breath. He felt his father's sword pierce his skin and then there was nothing; nothing, but the empty black.

Finn awoke to hunger. It scorched through his throat and made every inch of him burn. He stood quickly, knocking the chair he had died in to the ground. His family was gone, but he could smell them…and the blood. He ran out of the small hut in which they lived and into a massacre. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, necks ripped open and heads turned unnaturally, resting in pools of blood. The hunger burned hotter in his throat. Finn groaned as a shooting pain grew in his gums. Slowly, his fingers found the hardened veins under his eyes. What had his father made him?

He heard a whimper from a bush nearby. He could hear the frantic heartbeat. He shook his head, trying to get the sound out, but it only grew louder. Quietly, Finn approached the noise. A small boy stumbled out of the bush, trying to make his escape. Finn had his hand around the boy's throat in a second. The child squirmed, tears running tracks in the dirt on his face. He was begging for his life, but the only noise in Finn's ears was the rush of the little boy's panicked blood.

He dug his fangs into the boy's neck and drank. The blood rushed over his tongue and into his aching throat. The burn of his hunger was soothed before he realized what he had done. Aghast, Finn dropped the boy's body at his feet. What had he done? He wiped the blood from his lips and ran deeper into the village to find his brothers and sister.

He found them in the village square; all, but Klaus. Kol was latched onto an old woman, draining her dry. Rebekah sat with a young man dead before her. She sobbed. Elijah stood calmly behind her, the picture of serenity had it not been for the blood that stained his tunic and dripped down his arms. Finn stumbled and fell to his knees. His home was destroyed. He had killed a child. He looked from each of his siblings to the next; all of them monsters now. He hid his face in his hands and began to weep.