Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did Damon would finally be happy in life and he would realize Elena doesn't deserve him anymore.
AN: Bad day. 'Nough said. I decided to do all the flashbacks in English so you guys wouldn't have to go translate all of this.
"Wait for me" I call after them, struggling to keep up in the tall wheat. But they don't slow, and I hurry to pick up the pace. Their figures fading into the distance.
"Come on, Dante." Klaus yells from up ahead. He stops and my other two brothers reluctantly stop beside him.
"Why do we always have to wait on him?" I hear Baltazar whisper to Elijah.
"Because he is our youngest brother and you will respect him or you shall answer to me." Klaus answers with a glare. I finally reach them and stand by Klaus' side.
"Where are you going?" I ask, looking to the three of them.
"To the waterfalls for a swim, would you like to come along?" Klaus asks. I nod and he takes off running. I go to follow but Elijah and Baltazar grab my arms, pulling me back.
"Come on brothers, he's getting ahead." I whine to them.
"Go back home with the women, you'll just ruin our fun, little boy." Baltazar says, pushing me back, onto the ground. Elijah smirks at him and they take off running in Klaus' direction. I stand up, brushing myself off, my eyes filled with tears threatening to fall. I wipe my eyes and turn around, walking back through the field.
When I reach the house I walk inside to find mother cleaning with my three older sisters. I run and wrap my arms around her, my head barely reaching her waist.
"What is wrong, Dante?" She asks, pushing the hair out of my eyes. She picks me up and sits me on the table, my legs dangling off.
"Nothing, I just fell down momma. I'm alright now." I tell him, forcing a smile. She smiles back and wipes my eyes.
"Well then tell me, tomorrow is your birthday, you'll be seven years old. What would you like most in the world?" She asks, with same smile Klaus always wears.
"Dante. Dante? DANTE"
"Sorry, what were you saying?" I ask, turning my attention back to the room. Alexander, Damon, and Elena sit on the couch in front of me, looking confused.
"Can you just start from the beginning, you have too many siblings to keep track of." Damon says, groaning. I nod and contemplate where to begin.
"My parents were Joseph and Sofia. They were farmers a very, very, very long time ago. Her grandmother had told her to expect six children. Three boys and Three girls. She said they would all be very special and to keep them separated from the others in the village." I say with a smile.
"When my mother was seventeen she gave birth to her first child, a son. My father didn't know he was another man's son. They decided to call him Klaus. Klaus was German. He spoke it as a first language. He had hair so blonde it was almost white, with very light skin and eyes to match."
"So your parents were German?" Elena asks.
"No, my parents were from Greece." I tell her.
"Then how...?" She asks, looking confused.
"He just was. We all were different." I say. "Can I continue now?" I ask and she nods.
"One year later my mother gave birth to a second son, Elijah. Elijah was Hebrew. He also spoke that as a first language. Dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, the opposite of Klaus. The two boys didn't like each other very much but Elijah respected Klaus and longed for his approval."
"The third child was also a boy. Baltazar was Spanish. Black hair and eyes so dark they appeared to be black as well. He had his own opinions, and soon he and Elijah were best friends. Baltazar was not a kind person, but he pretended to be whenever needed.
"My father was thrilled. Three sons was more than he could have ever wanted."
"The fourth child was a girl. The first daughter. Faraa was African. She had beautiful mocha colored skin, and light brown eyes that were always full of laughter."
"Hmm, and then there was Adrianna, who was Latin. Blonde hair and blue eyes. And finally Kimiko, who was Japanese. She had Black hair and golden eyes."
"My parents were happy with their family. Three girls and three boys, just like her grandmother had promised. Not everyone got along but they were all a family. For three years they had each other."
"Then I was born. Dante the Italian. Dark hair and bright green eyes. The unexpected gift, if you will." I say, smiling. I see Damon roll his eyes and Elena smile. Alexander just looks like he wants to leave.
"How we became originals I'm not really sure. At some point in our lives we all just woke up and were."
"Klaus was twenty-six, Elijah was thirty, Baltazar was twenty-four, Faraa was twenty-eight, Adrianna was seventeen, Kimiko was twenty-one, and I was nineteen. End of story."
"Damn that's a lot to take in, I think I have a headache now." Damon groans, going to pour himself another glass of bourbon. Alexander sighs and goes to grab a blood bag.
"Dante, I know this is hard to answer but how many of your siblings are still alive? Are your parents?" Elena asks.
"Well as you know Klaus is dead, my parents are both dead. Kimiko and Faraa died in the 1200's. Adrianna is alive and well, she is actually in town with me. Baltazar is traveling with Elijah in Spain right now. That's about it." I say, taking a breath and leaning back against the chair.
"Wow" She says, leaning back as well.
"Yep, that about sums it all up." I say, turning towards Damon.
"So Smiley, is it ok if me and Adrianna stay here?" I ask him.
"You did not just call me Smiley." Damon says, rolling his eyes.
"Now that I think about it, I really like that nickname for you. Or bicker-bitch." I say with a smirk. He shoots me the death stare and I laugh. "Smiley it is" I tell him.
"Of course the two of you can stay here, Alex might like having some, um, other undead people around." Elena says, shaking her head when she hears how silly that sounded.
"Great, so when can we move in, bicker-bitch?" I ask Damon.