I meant to add this to the previous chapter, but it didn't really fit. Just a short thing about Lydea and who she is. I'm still not completely sure if there will be more, but I really appreciate all the feedback. I'm sorry some of you didn't like the story, you're entitled to your opinion, but I'm really not forcing anyone to read anything I write. I'm not a professional writer; this is just a hobby to me.


Chapter 2

Unwanted. Uninvited. An intruder. That was how Lydea Mikaelson had felt since she had been a child. There had simply been something unpleasant about her. Something unappealing. What that something was, she still wasn't sure. Her first memory of the way her mother had looked at her was something she had never forgotten. The look hadn't been warm or loving; it had been tense and rejecting. Perhaps even hostile. Lydea hadn't been able to understand it back then, but it had been a crucial moment in her life.

Of course there had been many much worse moments after that, but without that first small crack in the blank slate that had been the mind of an innocent child, things could have turned out differently. Most people considered Lydea Mikaelson simple or even stupid, but in fact she was highly intelligent and very good at reading people, she always had been. She didn't speak unless she actually had something to say; instead she listened and observed. It was much more useful than most people seemed to think.

When people had considered her stupid, she had never made any attempt to prove them wrong. Where would have been the fun in that? The first good memory she had was the smile of her brother Niklaus. The little wolf in her had immediately recognized its own kind, a stronger wolf, and felt connected to him. Seeking for his affection, approval and hopefully protection had been completely natural to her; she would have done anything for him. Some of their other siblings had often mocked her because of it, called her Niklaus' dog, but that hadn't meant anything to her.

He had rewarded her efforts generously with his love and care; he had accepted her the way she was and made her feel like she mattered. She never had to hide her true self when she was with him, he would have never mocked her or used anything he learned about her against her. It was true that she could be vicious and unforgiving, perhaps it was a part of her wolf's nature, and often she took pleasure of some very unusual things, such as being overly polite to people who tried to insult her. She had noticed a long time ago how much that irritated people.

Of course the only people who actually dared to insult her were the members of her family, mostly Rebekah and Kol. What they thought of her, what anyone except Niklaus thought, made absolutely no difference to her. They didn't know her; they had never even wanted to get to know her. She was proud to be who she was and to Niklaus she was beautiful. His little wolf.