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❖┊❛ hell hath no fury ❜

THE MIKAELSON SURNAME is one infamously passed down through generations of storytelling. It is a story children share with their friends at night, with only a flashlight to brighten a sliver of their flushed faces. It's a story that grandparents tell their grandchildren in hoarse, muffled voices, knowing full well how true such a legend is.

Niklaus Mikaelson was the fiercest of them all. With a soul touched by the devil and a ferocious temper, it was rare, if not impossible, that anyone ever encountered him and lived to utter his name. No one knew just why Niklaus was the fiercest of all of his siblings. Perhaps it was because his father never truly accepted him as a son. Perhaps it was because of the inhumane abuse he was forced to endure as a child. Perhaps it was all of it.

Similar to Niklaus, Ylva Mikaelson was born being a ball of sunshine. She was just a child, a ray of hope in a time period when the goal was simply to survive. But perhaps the world wasn't ready for sunshine just yet, as darkness consumed all that was good in it's path. With it's sharp, acicular teeth, Ylva's light was consumed, piece by piece, photon by photon, until nothing was left but a ghost - a shell of who she used to be.

In the year 1001, the Mikaelson children were well on their way to adulthood - most already were. Ylva was steady on their heels, too. At age seventeen, her childlike features were morphing into strong, striking ones, capturing the hearts of everyone in their village. It had only been a few months after little Henrik's death, but life passed on . . . or so they thought. 

That year would come to be known as the year the world wept. In late winter of 1001, Henrik was mauled by wolves, innocently swept into their path by sheer curiosity. In spring of 1001, Esther retreated into herself, scouring through grimoires upon grimoires in a desperate act to save her children from sharing the same fate as Henrik. And in autumn of 1001, the woman called upon dark magic to transform her remaining seven children into creatures of the night - bloodsucking monsters that fed on the life-force of humans. Oh, the world wept, indeed.

The torment didn't end for Niklaus and Ylva. They had always been the 'outcasts' of their father's acceptance, and suddenly it became apparent why. On the night of their first kill as vampires, the two siblings underwent another transformation. This time, into wolves. 

If one considered Ylva to be dark and tainted before, those attributes were magnified by hundreds. The anger, the resentment, the loathing - all of it. 

The once sweet, smiley girl became an emotionless monster that the world would come to fear.

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"Carry on my wayward so-o-o-n. There'll be peace when you are gone. Lay your weary head to re-e-e-st. Don't you cry no mooooore," the eternal teenager belted as the tapped on her steering wheel. She was quite delusional at this point; eleven hours of driving will do that to a person.

Her midnight-colored '65 Camaro whizzed down road after road, playing song after song from her playlist. With over three-hundred songs, there was still a while to go.

Occasionally, Ylva had to force herself out of her own head to refocus on the one true goal at hand . . . get to Mystic Falls, find the moonstone, and break the blasted curse her mother so kindly left behind. For a thousand years, Ylva and Klaus have bared this curse, rendering it impossible for them to transform under a full moon - or at all, for that matter. As far as she knew, though, Klaus was well aware of the new status of the moonstone, the key to breaking said curse. Though she loved her brother, Ylva just didn't trust him enough to obtain the object - so she left the task to herself, which brings us to present day.

Soon, the eleventh hour of driving passed and morphed into the twelfth, and then the thirteenth. The magic of Ylva's playlist was running out, and utter boredom was setting in. There was truly no one on the road - just utter darkness on an open plane of asphalt; how poetic. You know what they say . . . an idle brain is the devil's playground. And in Ylva's case, an idle brain is exactly that - hell. 

"Ylva! . . . Where could she have gone?" the child's big brother Niklaus playfully shouted. She, along with the rest of her siblings, had been out in the woods for hours.

The six-year-old girl giggled before realizing what she had done. She cupped her hand over her mouth, muffling the laughs that continued in spurts. Ylva was ducked down behind a lush blackberry bush, and her long blonde locks were gently splayed across the branches.

"I'm not sure, brother," Elijah replied, his tone mirroring his younger brother's. "I could've sworn I saw her around her just a few moments ago."

"Ylvaaa!" she heard her big sister shout out, causing another round of giggles to escape her mouth.

"She must be long gone I suppose . . ." Kol drawled out, all the while peaking behind a few shrubs and trees. 

"I'm over here!" the little girl teased, peaking her head out from behind the bush, before darting over to a new hiding place.

She peered excitedly around the tree she had just found, but just as she sat back down to resume hiding, was gently tackled by her brother, who was laughing profusely. "Nikkie, you found me!" she shouted, a smile on her face.

The boy smiled as well, playfully tickling his baby sister. "I will always find you, Yl."

"Incoming!" Kol shouted as he and the rest of the Mikaelson children joined in on the fun. They continued their musical laughter and ran around joyously until the sky no longer illuminated their faces.

The sweet kiss of torment caressed her brain. Oh, how she longed for that childhood innocence again. While she was lost in her thoughts, a tear unknowingly ran down the reddened apples of her cheeks, contrasting with the rest of her pale skin.

And as she stewed,  her car suddenly connected with a piece of her past - the godforsaken 'Welcome to Mystic Falls' sign.  "Oh, fuck me. Are you fucking serious right now."

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❖┊a/n;
sorry for the . . . several month delay. I underestimated just how much my school has no regard for its students' mental health lol. the next chapter will probably be season2 episode7, but I need to work out some things, still. thanks for reading, homies. love ya'll. <3
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