Hello my lovelies... ^^ (don't you just love the way Klaus says that?)

So, I know it's been a long time again, but school is really busy right now...

I'll try my best to publish more from now one..

so I wanted to give you my version of Klaus, Elijah and Sam's past, how their childhood was like, their parents...

let me know what you think...

POV Sam

Klaus made it a rule to keep a witch within reach. He always thought I was changed to soon and never had the chance to be a real child. His witch would make me a child every so many decades to grow up once more so I would have every experience there is. But somewhere in the middle of it all, Klaus and I started fighting. He wouldn't stop being so worried. Okay I was the youngest of our family but I wasn't stupid. Elijah taught me everything there is to learn. So at some moment, he let his witch put a spell on me. Every 15 years I would shrink and be a child once more. I didn't have a choice. I hated him for it.

But in the end, you know he remains my brother. Until that one dreadful night so many years ago…

Flashback

I came home from horse riding with Elijah. We were joking around, pushing each other but still in a very mannered way. We were a family with high standards. We stood above them all and we always would be at that place. We were the very first family of vampires. The originals, as father loves to call us. We were wealthy landowners. Many humans begged us to give them a job. We would but in the end, they would become our meal. We were stronger and didn't believe in rules. Who was there to stop us? Who would be stupid enough to try?

Yes, of course, the werewolves. But those were only a threat once a month. After that, they ran till they were strong once more. Father made a sport out of it. To catch as many werewolves as you could before the moon would rise in his full form. My brothers were better but I always tried my best. Mother thought it was a childish game to play. To immature for a lady or for fine gentlemen like my brothers and father. Something in her eyes told us, she felt compassionate about them. Was it because they would die anyway or because of our passion for games, we never knew…

Mother and father fought a lot. My father was a great man who loved to prove to others, he was strong and indestructible. He loves to kill humans for a show on a family banquet. He would invite people of the town for a feast and amusement. He would give them enough alcohol so they would never remember what exactly happened. Or maybe he just enjoyed the thrill that one day, one of our guest would remember what really happened.

Mother was different. She loved life and all its little thing that go with it. The garden was her life's work. Flowers from around the world were growing in it just to keep her satisfied. She would travel the world herself but father didn't like that. He was a possessive man. Everyone may know how his wife was the fairest of them all. But they knew the warning in his eyes. If you would look to long or try to touch her, you would lose your head. She was the lady of our house and would remain that forever. But don't misunderstand. My father loved my mother. Sometimes you would catch him just staring at her as she moves down the stairs. The simple things would make him a happy man.

He had fought with many men to find a way to her heart. She was the most beautiful woman of the east. He wanted her, not just for the glory, but for the look in her eyes. We never understood what he meant with that but it was a very personal story. Mother once said that he had killed many men just to see her face.

The story also tells that only two men were left standing after the battle for her heart. My father and the leader of the werewolves. Nobody know how my father won and if he really did win but nobody was stupid enough to say that he wasn't the one who won. But what kept him from not killing Hilel, leader of the wolves. Ironic if you know his name means "the new moon".

One night we came home to a horrible fight between our parents. Elijah would pull me through the hallway where Gunther, one of my other brothers, younger than Elijah would take me from him and take me to my room. Being the only girl in a family with brothers is sometimes really annoying. See they all get very protective over you. I was always shielded of fights. As if I didn't know that my parents sometimes had a fight. Isn't that normal? But who was to say what is normal in a family with vampires? Who was to say what was done and what not? We made our own rules…

The next morning things were different. Father wouldn't look at mother again. The light was gone in his eyes. Now we all understood the look. The look was the love that made him strong enough to keep going. Niklaus, the oldest of the children, was foolish enough to ask father what was going on. Father his eyes were on fire. He looked at Klaus as if he was the greatest disappointment in his life.

"Why don't you ask your mother, Son?"

Just the way he said the word son, was enough for us to know, something was really wrong. And so it was…

I still see the lifeless bodies of my parents and other brothers laying on the floor. Klaus standing proudly between them.

"Join me brother and sister or join them…"

I gasp for air and look around me. Damon and Elijah are holding both one of my hands, looking at me with a worried face. Apparently I was to far gone in my memory to even realize the conversation had started. I looked into Damon's eyes and felt safe, like home. But Elijah's hand brought me back to reality. Damon had abandon me and hadn't cared enough. You could only trust your family and even than you have to be careful.

Life just wasn't fair…

So what do you think my lovelies?

do I have to compell you to push the review button or will you do it yourselves?

Hope you liked it...