Hey! So...this is my very first TVD fanfic. The idea for this story occurred to me when I was half asleep soo...there's that. Originally this was all supposed to be one chapter but then it turned into 30,000 words so that was cancelled. Anyways, the first several parts of this story is Klaus-centric but I was going to do several parts in each character's P. O. V, Klaus just ended up being first. As I said this is my first TVD fanfic and there is no beta so please be nice. Remember to review because that would be really nice and it would let me know to continue. Enjoy!

980 A.D.

It was the cusp of dawn and day, with the sun steadily returning to its wonted throne in the morning sky, when Niklaus Mikaelson came into this world. As the pinks and oranges of the fading dawn evolved to the clear blue of day, his cries could be heard throughout the entire village. The midwife almost struggled as he squirmed, his legs creating powerful kicks. Between his strong, reverberating cries and thrashing limbs, it seemed Niklaus Mikaelson was a force that demanded reckoning as well as recognition. Little did the world know Klaus was destined to be an epic storm, striking and raging, and that this was just the beginning.

989 A.D.

Klaus watched his family as he sat perched on a rock a little way apart from them. He gazed fondly as his mother, Esther, braided his baby sister, Rebekah's hair. Though heavily pregnant with the sixth Mikaelson child, Esther still maintained her natural elegance and beauty. Klaus smiled as her fingers moved nimbly through Rebekah's long, blonde locks. His smile widened when without even removing her eyes from Rebekah's halfway finished braid, Esther shouted "Kol! Magic is used to maintain the balance, not pester your eldest brother!"

Kol looked up with a sheepish face as the stick conspiratorially levitated behind Finn's turned back fell to the ground. Klaus shook his head with a chuckle.

'Kol. Always the one for trouble,' he thought.

"Papa, look!" the sound of Elijah's voice nearly startled Klaus from his quiet musings. He looked over to where his older brother stood. The soft gaze that adorned Klaus's face hardened into glare at what he saw.

Elijah stood there, his chest proudly puffed out as he showed their father the fish he had caught. Klaus watched, jealousy brewing in his chest, as Mikael affectionately rubbed Elijah's head. A smile grew on Mikael's face and though Klaus could not hear what he was saying, he was sure they were encourage words of pride and love.

Frowning, Klaus looked away. He felt a sad resignation. At nine years old, he was resigned to the fact his father didn't love him.

'Or at least not as much as my siblings,' Klaus thought. His bitter thought pattern continued as he reminisced over the relationship each one of his siblings shared with their father.

Mikael took special consideration and interest in all of his siblings. Whether taking the time to listen to Finn's hushed words, taking Elijah out for a hunt, encouraging Kol's magic, or telling tales of the old country to Rebekah. All of these things Mikael did for his siblings. All of this love he showed and yet Klaus had received none of it.

And Klaus tried. God, did he try. But no matter what he did, Klaus was only met with Mikael's disinterest and temper. Mikael treated Klaus as if he weren't his son. Every time Mikael even looked at him, Klaus could see it. He could see the contempt, the scorn. These looks were reserved for Klaus alone.

And for the life of him, Klaus couldn't figure out why. What did he do wrong? What didn't he do right? What was wrong with him? Why was he unloved?

"Nik!" the sound of Rebekah's cheerful voice called him out of his destructive thoughts.

"Yes, Bekah," Klaus spoke with a soft voice as he looked at his baby sister, who now stood in front of him.

"Nik, you promised you would take me fishing today," Rebekah spoke, bouncing on her heels. Klaus took a minute to look at Rebekah in all her innocent glory. The sun beamed off her neatly braided blonde hair, seemingly creating a halo around her head. Her bright blue eyes brimmed with promise sprung from youth and the kind of hope only a child could possess. Not even on his worse day could Klaus deny such beautiful innocence.

"Don't I always keep my promises, sister?" Klaus took her small hand into his. "Come let's go."

The widening of those bright blue eyes and the brilliant smile those pink lips formed was enough to better Klaus's entire day.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Elijah called, running up to them. Elijah grasped Klaus's other hand.

"Now where are we off to?" Elijah smiled, his chocolate brown eyes glittered with fondness as he looked at both Klaus and Rebekah.

And in that moment, it didn't matter whether or not his father loved him. With the warmth radiating from his siblings' palms into his own, Klaus didn't need his father's approval. He had his brother's and sister's. As they ran hand in hand towards the river, that was enough. Klaus felt he was enough.

999 A.D.

Blood. Blood everywhere. So much blood.

This was not supposed to happen. This was not how the night was supposed to end, the sun supposed to rise.

Blood. Blood everywhere. So much blood.

"Henrik!" Klaus heard his mother's cry.

Klaus never thought this would happen. Klaus never thought…Klaus didn't think…

Klaus saw his mother lean over his baby brother's body. Her arms wrapped around his small, broken body. Esther's waterfall of tears cascaded into Henrik's dark hair as his blood seeped into her clothes.

Blood. Blood everywhere. So much blood.

How could this happen?

Klaus looked around, seeing the faces of family. The grief, the hurt, the heartbreak, the blame. The fucking blame.

"Henrik!"

Henrik's blood. Henrik's blood everywhere. So much of Henrik's blood.

Klaus just wanted to show him the werewolves. See their transformation. The werewolves…

Klaus saw the face of Mikael. And for once he understood the contempt, the scorn. He even understood the blame. Because he felt those things himself.

Klaus deserved it. He didn't deserve love. He deserved blame. He deserved hatred.

With one last look at his brother's unseeing eyes, he ran. He ran away. He ran and didn't stop running. He needed to escape the damage, the pain he caused. Although he knew he never would…escape that is.

Klaus deserved it. He deserved the blame, the hatred…because Henrik deserved so much more.

1000 A.D.

'Tatia, I love you.'

Klaus practiced the words over and over again, though the racing of his heart had yet to subside. Sweat clung to his palms, dampening the stems of the wildflowers he held in one hand.

'Tatia, I love you.'

That night he was going to declare his love for the first and only woman to have captured his heart. Thoughts of the fierce beauty flooded his mind. From her spirited brown eyes to her melodic voice that could soothe the cries of any child, Klaus was captivated by her every aspect. Many nights he had envisioned running his hands along her flawless olive skin and through her wild, brown hair.

Klaus smiled. He was going to tell her…he had to tell her.

For it was his love for her which got him through the months that had passed since Henrik's death. It was the wild sight of Tatia and her powerful, calming presence that sustained Klaus through even the worst of his guilt and grief.

'Tatia, I love you.'

Klaus had nearly reached her after quietly searching the entire village for her. He was surprised to see his brother, Elijah, standing in front of her. Klaus knew Elijah had felt something for Tatia as well, but he had assumed it was more of a reserved interest rather than the profound love Klaus felt.

"Elijah, it has only been you. It is only you. I feel as though it were fated that way. I love you," Tatia suddenly spoke, tenderly placing her hand upon Elijah's cheek.

The flowers fell from Klaus's hands as the scene played out in front of him.

"I have loved you since the first moment I ever laid my eyes upon you and I will continue to love you for an eternity," Elijah said earnestly, his hands finding her waist.

Klaus watched as they leaned closer and closer, until their lips finally met. As quietly as he could Klaus turned around and walked away.

There was a moment of pure nothingness, a sense of hollowness until it all came flooding in. The pain, the sadness, the hurt, the rejection. And not for the first time, Klaus wished he could turn it all off.

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'We did it to protect you,'

His mother's words echoed through Klaus's head.

'Oh mother, does this look like protection?' Klaus thought, looking at the mutilated bodies that surrounded him.

'We could not bear to lose another child,'

His bones still ached. Merely hours before Klaus felt as though a fire was raging through his body. His bones cracked and broke as his body had contorted in way he never knew possible.

'We did it because we love you.'

The man's blood had called to Klaus in such a way, he could not decline. As his newly emerged fangs pierced the thin, helpless vein, something was unleashed. Call it hunger, greed. Call it a beast, a monster. It was something Klaus had no control over.

But no sooner when the man fell, lifeless from his grasp, a searing pain shot through Klaus. He had fallen to the ground in agony as his body began writhing a rhythm less dance.

By the time the birds were just beginning their morning song, Klaus was bloody and naked, surrounded by several bodies.

'We did it because we love you'.

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Klaus was a hybrid. He was the vampire his mother created and a werewolf from the gene his father, Ansel, passed on.

When the truth surrounding Klaus's true heritage finally came out, he finally understood. He finally understood his father's contempt and that pestering feeling of isolation. Finally, something to confirm what deep down he had always known.

However, that truth had been revealed after his family had discovered him after the night of his first transformation…when he was surrounded by the dead bodies of several villagers. That same truth had been revealed right before his mother casted a spell making his werewolf side forever dormant...before proceeding then to exile him.

"Leave, Niklaus. You have proven you cannot control your bloodlust. You are a danger to us and everyone else around you. Leave before I change my mind and end your life," Esther had spoken, clutching a stake made of the white oak that was the only thing capable of truly ending his existence.

His siblings looked between him and their mother, horror and disbelief clearly written across their faces. Rebekah even moved to take a step closer to him. He shook his head, signaling for her to stop. Rebekah's once innocent brimming blue eyes now glistened with sadness and confusion.

"Fine, I will leave. You have made it clear that I am no longer your son. I will make it clear that you are no longer my mother and that this is no longer my family," Klaus snarled. The hurt that filled his brothers' and sister's face was an image that he knew would haunt him for an eternity. Yet Klaus turned away and walked on never once looking back. In that instance Klaus felt his heart and soul harden; and the that ten-year old boy wanting his father to love him…that love-struck, passionate young man in love with the fair Tatia…died. And there were no hopes of a resurrection.