It has been said that all love begins and ends with she who gave us life. A thousand years ago my mother turned us into monsters yet still she claimed to love her children even as she vowed to destroy us. The noble Elijah, tormented by long buried, shameful secrets. Kol, the wily troublemaker, out for no one but himself. Finn, the devoted acolyte, his love all too easily warped by our mother's sick hate. Fierce Rebekah, willing to risk everyhing on the chance that she might one day find happiness. And me, the bastard child, my mother's greatest shame. Now finally we have defeated her, giving her the choice she never thought to give us, to live on as one of the monsters she created, or suffer the slow, agonizing death she so deserves.
Klaus
