England, 1492

BPOV

" Are you alright? We are almost there." He yelled, trying to outshout the wind and the heavy rain. He was obviously worried that I would get wet or cold but I was just laughing. I loved the rain. It was making me feel alive. And riding his horse so fast and being so close to him was only making me enjoy it more.

"I'm fine." I said through fits of laughter and he just kicked the horse lightly, making it run even faster. I tightened my grip around his waist so that I wouldn't fall, making me press my entire body against him. My heart skipped a beat as an electric shock hit me. We both shivered and I couldn't help the irrational happiness I felt from the fact that he was feeling it too.

I leaned my head on his back, watching with wild amusement how the trees, the wind and the rain blurred from the speed. I was soaked to the bone, I was freezing cold and the saddle was incredibly uncomfortable but I swear I had never felt more alive and...well I think in love.

We had met only four weeks ago but a lot of things had happened for that time. The day we met he was the perfect gentleman. He took me to my relatives house just outside the town then sent someone to take my belongings from the carriage. Just before he left he kissed my hand and I felt that electricity again and for my surprise his eyes widen again and he smiled with the most breathtaking and at the same time happy smile I had ever seen. He squeezed my hand, leaned closer to me and whispered "Do you want to spend tomorrow with me?" But I guess he took it as a rhetorical question because I only had the time to ask "What?" before he jumped on his horse and yelled "I'll sent a carriage for you in the morning." Then he left in a big cloud of dust, leaving me behind with a huge smile, permanently plastered on my face.

We spent the next day together and the day after that and then ended up being together every day. He took me to his enormous mansion, we went to the near towns, we rode his horses, we had picnics in the forest and we talked...we talked a lot.

And during this time I got the chance to...well observe him. He was, as I have mentioned many times before, really attractive and amusing and a gentleman but I couldn't forget the consuming feeling of darkness and death that I had when we touched for the first time. I noticed how strong he was, how fast some of his movements were when he thought I wasn't looking and to top it all I kept having nightmares and visions. And after these four weeks I was completely sure that there was something terribly wrong with Nick. And the problem was that I was sure he knew that there is something not quite right with me ,too. I caught him staring at me a few times with a curious expression, just like I was some sort of a new experiment. And my visions were catching me off guard. For example, one day we were strolling through his huge park and he brushed his hand against mine, an electric shock hit me and I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt that dark feeling again as horrifying pictures of death started going in front of my eyes then the pictures shifted and I saw myself. My face was pale white, my lips were ruby red just as the blood that was covering my neck. And then I saw Klaus, he was looking devastated with his mouth covered in blood...and then the vision ended just as suddenly as it had begun.

Klaus was just standing there, looking at me with a curious and wondering expression. When I asked him what was wrong he just shook his head and continued telling me about his favorite book.

I was just as sure that he was not exactly human as he was sure about me. But we both stayed silent.

It was still raining when we started seeing the mansion in the distance. As we got closer Nick's body started to tense up and before I could ask what was wrong he cursed.

"Damn! There were not supposed to arrive here so early."

"Who? Who was not supposed to arrive?" I asked putting my chin on his shoulder. He shook his head.

"My brother and sister." He frowned, seeing my panicked expression." I'm so sorry. They are not supposed to be here." I wasn't ready to meet his family. What if they didn't like me? How was he going to introduce me to them? What was I to him?

We were already in front of the house and I tightened my grip as he pulled the bridles, making the poor animal stop. He quickly jumped off the horse and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me down with him. His hand was still on my waist, or faces just mare inches away.

"Do you want to meet them? Because if you don't, I can take out the carriage right now and take you home. I'm just worried that you are going to catch a cold. You are soaking wet." I swallowed thickly.

"Of course, I want to meet them. Don't worry, I have a dry dress in my carriage."He smiled and took my hand in his.

"Alright. Let's go inside." I smiled and nodded. As soon as we got in, I realized just how cold I was and I shivered involuntarily. Nick struck me with a worried look but before he could say anything we heard quiet footsteps and then a male voice, laced with a thick accent.

"Long time no see, Brother. " Nick made an angry face then slowly turned around. I took a deep breath and turned around too. Right before me was standing a dark haired man, older than Nick and not so handsome but still attractive. Although they look very different, there was still some sort of a resemblance between them.

"Elijah! What a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting you until next week." Elijah smirked at his brother and he was just opening his mouth to say something when he moved his glance and saw me. His eyes widen, filled with surprise and disbelief. His gaze was so...intimidating that I felt how my cheeks got warmer. I narrowed my eyes. I did not like him, no man was allowed to make me feel uncomfortable. I raised my chin high and did not move my eyes from him, trying to look as bold and powerful as I could.

Nick noticed his brother's look and stepped forwards, protectively, making me smile.

"Klaus, I didn't know you had company. Will you introduce us?" It took me around 3 seconds to realize that Klaus is Nick. I had never heard anyone call him that.

"Of course, Brother, where are my manners. Annabella, this is my brother Elijah. Elijah, this is my friend Annabella."He hesitated on the word friend. Elijah, who was still looking at me, stepped forwards and took my hand, leaning down and kissing it. And in the moment our hands touched, I took in a sharp breath as for a few seconds all I could see was consuming darkness.

I quickly pulled my hand and tried to put a smile on my face. What the hell were they? Did this thing run in the family? I was confused and really needed to think everything through, so I was extremely thankful when Klaus yelled.

"Michael!" A dark haired boy quickly ran to us.

"Yes, milord?"

"Take miss Annabella's clothes from the carriage and put them in the guest room on the second floor. Then tell Maria to come here and escort the miss to the room then help her with what she needs. " Nick said with voice that wasn't taking 'no' for an answer.

"Right away, milord." He said and quickly disappeared. The three of us just stood there, neither of us saying anything, just staring at each other in the uncomfortable silence. And the problem was that I was starting to shiver, thank God that Nick's eyes were pinned to his brother. They were looking like they were having a mental discussion or more like a fight that was going to become verbal once I had left the room.

"Miss Annabella? Are you ready to go?" I heard Maria's voice and almost sighed from relief. I nodded and looked at Nick. He tore his eyes from his brother and smiled at me.

"I will come see you after an hour." He squeezed my hand and with one last look at Elijah, whose piercing eyes were heavily set upon me, I left the room.

KPOV

"Congratulations, Brother, you have found your doppelganger. " Elijah said and sat down. I growled quietly and pushed the library door shut. I turned around. Elijah was sitting in the huge armchair next to the fireplace, he was wearing a smug look, smirking. I clenched my fists and glared at him.

"She is not the doppelganger." I said and went to the fireplace, leaning on it, watching the flames. I had been trying to convince myself in that for the last four weeks. I kept repeating this same sentence to myself ever since we met that rainy day on the road. She simply could not be the doppelganger, it was simply not possible that she was the one thing that I had wanted to kill my entire life.

"Well, you can deny it but it's not going to become less true." He said with his calm voice and I growled, hitting the wall with my fist.

"She is NOT the doppelganger." I growled and he shrugged his shoulders. God, was he intentionally trying to irritate me with his every movement? "She is not! You saw it too. She is... different. Her eyes, her hair...her behavior. If she was the doppelganger, wasn't she supposed to look exactly like Tatia?" He stood up and came closer to me.

"We have been searching for the doppelganger for 500 years, Nicklaus, and she is the closest thing we have seen to Tatia. It's true that she is not her exact replica but who knows, maybe she is not supposed to be."

I hit the wall one more time. I was angry, angry at the everything and everyone. Just the thought of Annabella being hurt in any way, let alone being murdered, murdered by me, was making me want ti destroy the whole house. It was true that when I saw her on the road, I stopped because I was immediately struck by her resemblance with Tatia but as soon as I touched her hand and felt that electricity between us, I knew deep in my heart that I would rather die than see her get hurt. And then when I kissed her hand in front of her house and felt the spark again, I had the consuming feeling to grab her, take her to my mansion and never let her out of my sight again. I hated the night, when we were apart, and loved the days, when we were together. I will be lying if I say that I wasn't scared to death. I had spent my entire life thinking that love is the greatest weakness someone can ever have and yet here I was, head over heels in love with her.

I turned around and glared at Elijah, who just smiled.

"You are in love with her, aren't you?" He nodded, seeing my expression. "It's good to know."

"Why?" I said with my best threatening voice. He was irritating me so much that I was calculating the time I would need to flash myself to my room, take out the daggers, come back and dagger him, just so that he would stop making me want to kill something.

"Well, it's good to know that you finally have a weakness, Nicklaus." He said calmly and I clenched my fists. I did not like where this was going.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that... she is just so fragile, so...easy to be harmed." My fangs popped out and in a millisecond I was pinning him to the wall, my face just mere inches from his. I growled angrily. The thought of him even touching her was unbearable. But I didn't mention the fact that I didn't think that she was as fragile and incapable of taking care of herself as he thought. During those four weeks I had enough time to observe her, and my 500 years of experience with the supernatural helped me to immediately notice that she wasn't just a normal, fragile, little girl. The moments when I touched her or the way she just drifted for a few seconds, her strange but mesmerizing eyes shining. I was almost completely sure that she was a witch, a powerful witch.

"Don't provoke me, Elijah. The fact that I love her does not make me less dangerous. If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I'll hunt you down and turn your life into a living hell. I'll torture you in every single possible way until you just can't take it anymore then I'll drive a dagger through your heart only to continue filling your existence with nothing but complete and utter misery a few years after. I'll make you regret the day you crossed me. Do you understand me, Brother?" I spit the last word out. He pursed lips and nodded. I forced myself to step back, both knowing that this wasn't over.

We looked at each other for a few seconds then with one last look, I flashed myself to my room.

"Damn it!" I cursed and tossed my wet shirt to the floor. I looked through the window. It had gotten dark. Damn it! I had to take her back home. This was the part of the day that I hated the most. I quickly undressed myself and put on the first clothes I saw.

I quickly ran my fingers through my hair then flashed outside. I had to keep a sort of normal human pace, so I ran as fast as I human would.

I knocked on her door but nobody answered. My stomach went up my throat. He couldn't have done anything to her, could he? I knocked louder.

"Annabella?" No one answered so I pushed the door open. "Annabella? Are you here?" No, no she wasn't. I swallowed thickly and flashed downstairs. "Maria!" I yelled as loud as I could and after a few seconds heard her quiet footsteps.

"Yes, milord."She said and bowed. I took a sharp breath.

"Where is Annabella?" I said and stepped closer to her.

"In the gardens, milord."

"In the gardens?! At night? Why did you let her?" I yelled and the girl looked at me with fright. I breathed angrily and flashed out, not caring what she would think. I quickly pushed all the doors, not being able to get outside fast enough.

"Annabella?" I yelled, panic starting to consume me. It was late autumn and all the flowers in the gardens were withered, the leaves on the trees were red and yellow and the grass was looking burnt.

I continues running and when I ran pass the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks.

The moon was high in the sky, showering her in a silver light and with her white dress and hair that was reaching her mid back, was looking like an angel. But the next thing that she did made her look even more mesmerizing and perfect than she already was. She spread her arms and started walking, bare footed through the garden . And where her feet touched the ground, dark green grass grew and as soon as she touched a dead flower it started regaining its original color until it bloomed completely, filling the air with a sweet aroma. Soon not only the flowers she had touched started blooming but the whole garden looked like it was late spring not late autumn. The air was filled with smell of new life and I was almost not able to breathe.

She was so beautiful.

I continued watching her until her not being in my arms caused me actual physical pain.

I started walking behind her until she was just mere inches away from me. She stopped. I stopped.

She slowly turned around and I stopped breathing.

She was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. Her eyes were shining brightly, her hair was reflecting the moon light, her skin was the color of milk and her lips were ruby red. She was so fragile but in the same time powerful.

I reached out my hand and barely touched her cheek, afraid that she might break.

"What are you, my love?" I whispered and slowly, almost like in trans, leaned down to capture her soft lips with mine.

Well... I hope you liked it.

Tell me what you think about the sort of flashback in this chapter.

Oh and before I forget, I decided to establish an update day so I decided to post a new chapter every Sunday. So be sure to check the new chapters.