Pleasure in mayhem
I started with the past describing Rebekah's definition of love and then showing how she found it. I will add on additional information that I think makes the story seem real, otherwise I will follow the original storyline.
Her History
Rebekah telling her story
When we were kids, we were happy. The kind of happiness you feel when you hear a baby's laugh. We all loved and supported each other though our parents were a little hard on us, especially my father. Mikael Mikaelson, my father was raised in a nature full of violence. He had been forced to fight for everything in his life, so of course he was not the softest person on earth when he dealt with us. He was hard on all of us except he took it a little overboard when he dealt with my older brother, Nicklaus. My father and Nicklaus were both fighters, who were very overprotective of the people they cared about, were both overly sensitive and they were filled with love though they would never admit it. With how they handled themselves, they almost seemed like the same person. I figured my father was hard on him because he didn't want my father to get soft; he wanted him to grow up and be exactly like him. I suppose I thought it was tough love between them.
I always thought that was the case until I learned the astonishing truth when the worst thing happened, we became vampires. I learned that Nicklaus as not my father's son which completely upset me because it all became clear. My family had never known love, all that hard and tough love was never real, and it was just my parents doing their responsibilities as parents. All those memories of happiness were shattered into small pieces I couldn't count them all if I tried.
When we turned into vampires my mother was killed by my father, or at least it's what I had thought for 1000 years until my brother revealed the truth. Anyway the rest of my family disappeared and all that was left was my oldest brother Elijah and Nicklaus. We buried my mother together and promised each other to never turn our backs on each other. We would stick together as one, always and forever.
We started a life together until our father came back and tried to kill us so we ran away. We started a new life in a new place but my father kept tracking us down never giving us peace.
It had been almost a century when we met the rest of our siblings but Nick daggered them not trusting they loved him enough. My once loving dear brother was now a paranoid freak. He didn't believe in love at all. I gave him love but he didn't think it was enough. To prove it was enough I followed him everywhere he went until one day he daggered me as well and put me in a coffin. It was the first time I loathed him, I hated him but I still followed him. I didn't know why I followed him but I convinced myself that since he was my brother I must have loved him but I didn't know. I didn't know love anymore; I didn't know what it was or what it felt like anymore.
I spent 50 years trying to figure out what it was until I met a wise man who gave me a quote "love cannot be taught or measured, it can only be felt. It can be shared with many but true love can only be felt once, you'll know when you feel it."
My brother had finally gotten a grip and undaggered the rest of my siblings when we moved to Italy where we met Alexander. Alexander was a vampire hunter and my first love. I had fallen for him in ways I had never fallen for anyone else and right then I was sure he was the one. He hadn't proposed to me but he had promised to marry me and he had asked me to join him in finding the cure which was as close to me sounded like a proposal. We were to leave and search for the cure until he daggered me that is.
We were in bed making out until I realized he had a dagger, though it bothered me a little Alexander kept kissing me and with his lips on me I was lost in my fantasy world. It was then that I felt my blood go numb while my breath slowed down which caused my chest to run out of air. My eyes fogged up till I could see nothing but darkness and my heart slowly came to a full stop. When I awoke I found Klaus covered in blood and Alexander sliced into a billion pieces.
My heart had been shattered and I was sure I would never fall in love again until I met a man in our fourth century. He had been the one person who made me forget all about Alexander. I was sure he was the one but the closer I got to him the more overprotective Nicklaus became. Nick eventually killed him as well saying he was not good enough for me.
This process repeated itself over and over again, me falling in love and Klaus killing my lovers and breaking my heart over and over again. I finally decided to stop falling in love because I was tired of him and it worked for years till I met HIM.