How I became a monster.
Mickeal
1000 years ago, in my time, no one believed in creatures of the night existence, even if they suspected witchies existence. I'm Klaus, I'm born in a little village where I lived with my sister Rebekah and my brothers Kol, Finn and Elijah. Well, I don't like speak about my young brother, Enrick...H's dead because of me. It was a nice day, Enrick and I wanted to see the werewolves but we stayed too late. One of them was turned into a big monster, he jumped on my brother with his enormous teeth, then he killed him. I couldn't do anything! I took my brother to the village.
Michael, my father, was in front of the door, he looked me intensely. I laid Enrick's body, slowly on the floor, in the second my mother, Esther, fell to the ground, crying like I had never see her cry. She implored Ayanna to bring him back to life.
Althought my mother was a witch, just like Ayanna, she was not as powerful as her. Ayanna shook her head to say no, it was too late. Esther cried louder than ever. My father looked at me, always, a spark of cruelty in the eyes. this look remember me when Elijah and me, fought for fun, when Michael appeared in front of us, looking at me again.
-This is not a game, we fight to survive! He said.
He seemed to speak to both of us but he only looked at me.
-You want to fight, right? So come on! he exclaimed, picking up the sword of my brother to challenge me.
I was focused, blind with rage, ready to confront him, to kill him. Obviously, more stronger than me, he threw the sword at some meters from me. He put his on my throat. I challenged him to kill me, but he didn't.
-Some days, it's a miracle you still alive, boy.
I hunted this scene of my head.
(Hope you enjoy :)
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