In 1114 I met him. My Niklaus. I wasn't supposed to love him, but I did. I was supposed to love my betrothed- not Niklaus. When I was eighteen I met a vampire and fell in love. It wasn't possible, I told myself. I couldn't believe it. But then he showed me what he could do. What he could do to people.
I became obsessed. I fell in love with him. I forgot about my betrothed, and followed him. He turned me into a vampire, and we loved each other.
We stayed hidden, for centuries. We ran. We hid from his psychopathic father.
It was us and his siblings. Always and forever.