...Once I saw the claws I began to run towards the small home I shared with my family. I turned around to see my twin brother Niklaus, running towards Henrik. Tears began streaming down my face, as I watched my brother scream while cradling Henrik's cold,lifeless body. I wiped my face and carried on running back to the house before my brother. When i finally arrived home I went into the secret hole that led to mine and Rebekah's shared bedroom. It was empty,like always, I was the 2nd eldest daughter, my older sister was taken away before I was born. I straighten my dress and went into the main room where I found my brothers Elijah, Kol, and Finn. My sister and my mother and my stepfather. Elijah asked me where I had been. I replied by saying I was in my room sharpening my sword so that I could beat him tomorrow. One of the redeeming quality's of my stepfather, was that he allowed me to spa against my brothers because I was good. Suddenly, out of nowhere I heard a scream. I looked around the room, looking for any sign that they had heard the scream but no one did anything. The scream was getting closer and closer. Finally my family heard the scream, at this point I knew who it was it was Niklaus. Guilt took over and I ran outside to join the rest of my family, who had gotten outside, while I was trying to figure out who was screaming. I pushed past my brothers, to find my twin brother in tears while cradling Henrik's body. It was covered in blood and there was a visable craw marks around his throat. The smell of blood over welled my senses, took a step back. I saw the anger in my brothers eyes. Guilt filled my entire body. I was a monster not only killing someone but not telling anyone, in fear that I would be hated. I walked up to Henrik's body and stroked the hair of his face and looked into his lifeless hazel nut eyes and cried until I could cry anymore. Moments later my stepfather broke the silence by saying that he would kill every last werewolf alive. My guilt suddenly turned into fear. The fear i felt was for not only myself, but my twin brother Niklaus, who had no idea he was a werewolf.