Chapter four: Klaus
When the full moon had finally risen out of the sky, mother announced we were ready.
She gave each of us a speech about how she couldn't bear to lose any of us like she had lost our brothers, and that's why she was making us immortal beings.
Then she passed around a cup of red liquid and instructed us to drink. My body thrummed with excitement as it was finally passed to me.
I eagerly grabbed it and pulled it up to my lips, then I swallowed and cringed; it had a salty metallic taste, which was not my favorite.
I handed the cup over to Elijah and flexed my arm, "I don't feel any stronger, mother."
"We have not completed the transition yet, be patient." She answered while father scoffed.
A minute later when all my siblings had drunk from the cup our father stepped forward.
"Time for the second stage," He smiled, "Sorry if this will hurt, darlings."
He grabbed Finn's arm and hauled him over to the back wall, and pulled out a knife from his back pocket.
"You have to die to complete the transition." He announced while he held the knife to his son's throat.
Our mother, however, just stood in the right corner of the room; her hands on her face as if she couldn't bear to look at us.
And my siblings and I gasped in utter shock.
"Father!" Rebekah cried, "Isn't this what you and mother were trying to prevent from happening? Our deaths?"
"Yes my sweet, but you will come back."
Elijah stepped forward to her side, "It's not right."
Mikael just smiled, "Ah, my strong-minded son, so what? You will be strong forever."
"It goes against the laws of nature!"
Mother walked toward us, "There are no laws of nature, there is only magic."
"That's right," our father said as he slowly dug the knife across Finn's throat, and with a final choking sound, Finn's human body died as it collapsed on the floor.
Father spoke very slowly, still gazing at Finn's body, "Who is next?"
No one said a word.
"Well," He sighed, "I figure I am going to have to choose then."
With his wild gaze, his head spun around the room until his eyes rested on Kol,
"Why not you, my son?"
With one last shudder, Kol squared his shoulders and stepped towards his fate, our mother had returned to cringing in the corner of the room, her sobs silent, but still there.
A few seconds later Kol's human form was also dead, and Mikael was looking for his next victim.
"Niklaus." He said with anger in his voice, "As much as I would love to kill you, I could never make you stronger."
"Mikael!" Our mother's voice came sharp but soft from the corner of the room, "We already went over this."
"You do it then, I will have no part in it, and I am already the creature why should I bother?'
Already the creature, so it had worked.
Mother adjusted her shoulders, "I will be strong for them then, I will turn the last three children."
Father handed the knife to her and she looked at us, "Elijah, my dear?"
"Mother…Are you positive about this?" His voice had a hint of a quiver.
"Very. Don't worry; you will never die, not after this. I will never have to lose a child again."
"I will never die," Elijah said softly and walked towards the knife.
He held still while mother quickly slit his throat and he fell to the wood floor, mother whimpered.
"Re-Rebekah?" She spoke through her tears.
"Mother, what about my life? My dreams?"
"You will still have that, my sweet. You will just be stronger."
"Okay, I trust you then, since you are my mother. Do it quickly."
It was done in such a manner, Rebekah barely had time to form a scream.
Suddenly I was the lone survivor, standing in a room of bloodied necks with my parents as the murderers, suddenly I was afraid.
Do not be weak, I told myself If you become this creature you will finally be able to beat father, after all those ruthless years.
I took one slow step towards mother. Then another, and another, until I reached her side.
"Thank you for helping me through my childhood." I whisper, and then notice that father has left the room.
"I'm glad father is gone." I say at the same time she says, "It was my pleasure raising you, my dear."
We both smile at each other. Oh how I would hate her later, but right then, it was the perfect moment. Right until she cut my throat open.
Pain whipped through me like a wild storm but only for a second, in my last breaths I remember her whispering my name, but only once. My shaggy breathing stopped and my eyes glazed open, my human body frozen in time while my mind was taken into the darkness.