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Prologue: Il était une fois….
New Orleans 1821 –The Governor's home
It wasn't the first time my mother, Rhiannon Wherelocke, brought my younger self to one of the many parties organized by the Governor, at his place. In my eight years, I was, by far, the youngest guest in the house. Nevertheless, this did not prevent me from being one of the wisest beings in the house. But, back then, I was too foolish to realize that. Granted, I was also very much blinded by my love for a man much older than myself. A man I knew was my true mate. A man I knew would be the father of my bairns –I had seen it in a vision.
Unfortunately for me, he was in love with another and, to him, I was just a mere child –much too young to pick his interest –a child that was much too attached to him. I also know that he loved me to some degree, seeing as he swore he would protect me from any harm. I believed him. After all, his word was very precious to him. This bound we shared, however, did not go unnoticed to his lover who seemed to loathe me by the minute. But she was not allowed to raise her hand on me… Or so I believed.
Anyway, my mother and I were late –fashionably late, as my mother used to say. After having greeted our hosts as well as the other guests –thus making our presence known to everyone –I went looking for the one I believed was mine to love. It didn't take long for me to find him… with her. Celeste Dubois. They were together in an embrace, arguing with Rebekah about turning –or rather, not turning –the Governor's son –Rebekah's current lover.
"Eli!" I exclaimed as I rushed to his side, my roman style sandals were rapidly hitting the floor. His dark eyes turned to me and he gave me a bright smile. He let go of the dark-skinned woman at his side to wrap his arms around my small body after I jumped onto him. Once settled against his chest, I wrapped my arms around his neck, laid my head on his shoulder and wrapped my legs around him, as best I could, given my short legs and thick Victorian pale blue dress.
"Hello, little mouse." He greeted me. I had grown quite fond of this nickname he had given me.
Early in my life, I have been thought that information was key to power and survival. So, I spent most of my time silently creeping around, observing and listening to what others said to each other. It was much harder to do around other supernatural creatures, especially vampires and their super hearing thing they had going for them. This, however, did not stop me from snooping around Elijah and surprising him and his family, once or twice. I was quite light on my feet –most likely the cat in me. All this to say that it was this discretion of mine that earned me that nickname.
"If it isn't the squirt." I heard Nicklaus –or Klaus, as he preferred to be called –mock me from his spot on the sofas; between the unmoving bodies of his two most recent victims. My response was to raise my head, turn to face him –careful not to unwrap my legs and arms from the current body that was holding mine –and stick my tongue out at the hybrid. This earned me the most wonderful gift I could have asked for: a soft and low giggle from Elijah, which vibrated throughout his body.
Soon after, I was dozing off, lulled to sleep by Elijah's steady heartbeat and calm breathing. I vaguely remember hearing my mother coming to check up on me and see if the eldest Original wanted to be free of my presence. He must have chosen to keep me, because I later woke up to Elijah's voice trying to reason with Klaus, his strong arms still delicately wrapped around my small body. When I opened them, I was not prepared to what my clear and innocent eyes would show me: Klaus pushing the Governor's son over the railing of the stairs, thus killing him.
I did the one thing that an eight-year-old like me could do: I gasped and let tears ran down my flushed and puffy cheeks. The Governor's son did not deserve to meet such an untimely death.
I would later find out that this was when everything began, for me.
This was the event that would precipitate one of the main turning points in my life.
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