"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Kol made his presence known, as he swaggered into the Mikaelson living room. His sister- Rebekah- called an emergency family meeting over the phone, screaming something about life-changing events and breaking news.
"We know as much as you," Elijah, the oldest sibling, stated. Dressed in a formal suit, he invited Kol to join him on the loveseat. Klaus, the other brother, sat alone on the black leather chair.
"Here she is now," Klaus raised his glass of bourbon to the door, as his sister loudly clamored into the living room, dragging in a beautiful blonde girl by her wrist.
"Did you bring a snack, Sis?" Kol eyed the other blonde, "She certainly looks like a tasty little thing."
"Back off, creep," The blonde rolled her eyes at Kol. Rebekah finally lets her go, allowing the family to have a good view of her. She was dressed in a flowy white summer dress, and her curly hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. She looked like perfection to Klaus."What is going on, Bekah?" She slumped against the couch, Rebekah joining her.
"Yes, 'Bekah' do tell us what is going on?" Kol teased.
"Okay well, you know how I started seeing Stefan again?" Rebekah bit her lip excitedly, "And met his best friend last week?"
"Yes, Rebekah," Elijah leaned forward, "Please get to the point."
"Well, this girl is his best friend. Her name is Caroline. Caroline Forbes," Rebekah grinned.
"While we are all glad to met Miss Forbes," Elijah sighed, "I fail to see how this is an emergency."
Rebekah rolled her eyes at her brothers, and her next action completely changed the course of time- she flipped Caroline's left wrist over. Across her veins, a small word was written- Venlousih.
Klaus jumped forward, pulling Caroline up by her wrist, "It can't be!" His thumb massaged the mark, waiting for it to fade. He couldn't believe it, after all this time.
"Hey, A**hole! What do you think you're doing," Caroline ripped her arm free, shoving Klaus away. His eyes studied her every move, his heart screaming one word- mate. Her periwinkle eyes were the most exquisite thing he had ever seen. Right now, all he wanted to do is drown in them.
"My apologies, love," He shot her a wolfish grin, "My name is Niklaus Mikaelson, and I believe we have a few matters we need to discuss."
"Is this true?" Elijah smiled, "Does our brother finally find love?"
"I've already had a witch confirm it," Rebekah exclaimed.
"What the hell is going on?" Caroline backed away from the grinning family, "Rebekah!"
"Caroline, do you trust me?" Rebekah held Caroline's small hand in her own, "We have only known each other for a week, but I already feel as though you are my sister. Please, trust me now."
"You're right. I've only known you for a week, but I've known Steffan for years. He has loved you for as long as I've known him. He used to tell me about the courageous girl he met in the 20s; the girl who looked darkness in the eye and still dared to love. I trust him, so I'll put my faith in you," Caroline narrowed her eyes, "Do not abuse it."
"I won't," Rebekah whispered, "Please, everyone have a seat."
The room was tense, everyone avoided eye contact with Caroline. How do you explain to someone that you are their soulmate?
"Well?" Caroline nudged Rebekah's shoulder, "Why am I here?"
"It's complicated."
"I'm sure I can follow."
"Have a seat then it's a complex story." Rebekah sighed, "It all began 967 years ago. . .
"I love you," A young Rebekah whispered against Cyrus's lips, "Nik says we are monsters, doomed to roam enternity alone, but I know that is not true. How can I possibly be a demon if one so bright as you, will choose to lay by my side?"
"Spare me your sweet words," Cyrus detached himself from Rebekah's tight grip, "While your bosoms may be filled, your head is not. You know I admire you better when your lips are shut and are on mine, then when they attempt to seduce me with trivial words."
"They're not trivial," Rebekah's eyes glisten slightly, "Love is not trivial. Love allows the flowers to bloom, the rain to fall, and your eyes to appear so heavenly green. Love surrounds us, Cyrus, it is Life. Do you truly think life is trivial?"
"Mine is," He grabbed her arm tightly, "You know that I'm a mere human, a trivial being compared to you. Transform me. Let us share your damned forever together."
Rebekah loved Cyrus so much, but she never could understand him. One minute he seemed to despise her, the next he adored her. She began to believe that it was a man's heart that was truly fickle, not a woman's.
"Do you mean that?" Rebekah ran her hands through his soft, dark hair, "Would you really love me forever? Would you promise to stay by my side?"
"Of course," Cyrus smiled, "You change me, and I'll love you. I'll even make you my wife. Just imagine, in one bite, you'll be loved forever."
Rebekah smiled, he was so good to her. After several more moments of Cyrus coaxing her into submission, Rebekah agreed to change him. She proceeded to love his body in a way only a woman could then loved his body in the way only a vampire could.
His blood dripped down her lips onto the forest floor, the leaves no longer the pure green they once were.
"Open your eyes, my love," Rebekah kissed him passionately, "Welcome to eternity."
Eternity didn't go as Rebekah planned.
Cyrus left and took Rebekah's heart with him. He wanted her power but wouldn't stay long enough to cherish her weakness. She cursed every man to ever walk the earth and cursed herself for allowing them to do so. She was broken until an unexpected visitor came along.
"Foolish child," A voice whispered in the darkness, calling Rebekah from around, "Men like that don't deserve your salty tears. Never cry, Darling, seek revenge."
"Revenge?" Rebekah answered back, "Who dares to speak against Cyrus? What are you plotting?"
"Still protecting him," The voice drew closer, "Don't you ever learn?"
"Once you love someone," Rebekah answered back, "It doesn't matter how much heartbreak they bring, you'll always love them."
"Then you didn't really love Cyrus," The voice declared, "When someone you truly love breaks your heart, you'll never go back to caring for them. It doesn't matter how hard they try to earn your affection back, hearts never fully mend. You hate Cyrus, you would if you truly loved him."
"I don't want to hate him," Rebekah whispered, "I don't want to hate anyone. I don't want to love anyone."
"On the contrary, my dear, you want to love the right one," The voice appeared from behind the trees. She was a small old woman, whose eyes contained a familiar sparkle.
"Do I know you?" Rebekah asked, approaching her warily.
"I'm afraid so. Your mother killed my daughter," The woman smiled, "But do not fear, I hold no ill will towards your or your kin. My hatred begins and ends with your mother. In fact, I've heard quite a lot about you. My daughter, while she was alive, said you were the saddest girl to ever walk the planet."
"I'm sorry to hear of your loss," Rebekah sighed, "I'm not aware if I knew your daughter or not, may I ask for her name."
"Nestor. She sold flowers in the market," The woman handed Rebekah a rose, "She told me of how you approached her every day, always buying a single rose. She said you believed the roses would allow you to find love."
"Nestor was correct," Rebekah blushed, "Roses are an old favorite of mine."
"In memory of those roses and my daughter's tenderness towards you," the woman grasped her arm, "I've come to offer you a gift. An ability to find love. The right love. The heavens have fated one person for each of us, one whom we are destined for. Someone to protect us, to laugh with us, to cry with us. Someone whom will love you more than any other creature. Someone to cherish for all your entirety."
"She gifted my brothers and me with marks, a way of distinguishing our true loves from ordinary fools. We all fall in love, at some point, but we each have someone destined for us. A person who fits perfectly into our arms and hearts- a soulmate. She claimed that humans were once like wolfs, each of us having one mate the moon goddess gifted us. In new times, not all of us were able to meet our mates," Rebekah took off her jacket to reveal a mark on her arm. It was a rose. "The mark on my arm is not a tattoo, it's magic. Somewhere at sometime, my mate will have the exact same rose on his arm. All my brothers have their own marks, ones Nik drew for us."
"That's amazing," Caroline smiled brightly, "I'm really happy for you, Bekah, but I fail to see how this involves me."
"As I recall, you do have an interesting mark on your left wrist. Right?" Rebekah looked towards Klaus who was already getting out of his chair.
Klaus knelt down in front of a very confused Caroline and gently picked up her wrist. His eyes, never leaving hers, darkened as soon as he touched her skin.
"What are you-" Caroline was silenced when he flipped his own wrist over, showing they shared the same word. Venlousih.
"Are you all right, Miss Forbes," Elijah, along with the rest of the Mikaelsons, sat watching Caroline, who has yet to stop pacing the living room for the last few minutes.
"No, Elijah, I'm not all right," Caroline pointed her finger at him and gave him 'the look,' "Would you be all right if you suddenly discover that you are mated or whatever to literally the oldest creature alive. I'm eighteen for crying aloud! I've never even dated someone, and you guys are trying to tell me I have a soulmate!"
"Contrary to what you may believe, love, I expect nothing from you," Klaus stated, watching her from his chair.
"What?" everyone looked outraged.
"What I mean is, I don't expect you to love me. Not at first," Klaus stood up, "All I expect is that you understand you are mine," He gently squeezed her wrist, "You belong to me, and one day your heart will too."
"You are insane. You are all insane," Caroline ripped her wrist back, "I don't give a damn what some witch said a million years ago, I belong to no one. I decide whom I want and what I want, and that sure as hell isn't you."
"Caroline-" Rebekah started.
"No!" Caroline began to walk away, "I have a life. I have plans. Things I want and none of those involve your psychotic older brother, Rebekah. I'm not going to suddenly drop everything because of some weird mark on my wrist."
Caroline slammed the front door, sending Kol into a fit of giggles.
"I like her." He said before Klaus ripped out his liver.