ELIJAH MICHAEL SON

Nikolina Mikaelson is one of Elijah's daughters. Black hair...blue eyes—traits you inherited from your mother. From childhood, Elijah cared for you like a precious emerald that could easily be shattered.

Cadiz, Spain, 1702. Your father and uncle were looking for you. When they entered the mansion, they saw many bloody corpses.

"I tried so hard to hide our family," he sighed. "But such antics brought my father straight to us."

-Nikolina. Show yourself. - Niklaus called out to you... - We don't have time for this.

And then they saw how you pressed the man against the wall, clinging to his throat... moving away, you turned to them... your mouth was covered in blood.

-Come on, Uncle Klaus, you said with a sarcastic smile. -There's always time for fun, you picked up the cup and took a sip of alcohol.

“We need to leave,” Elijah’s voice was serious. “Michael is on our tail...” At that moment, you sat down at the table with your feet up on it.

“If that were true, Uncle Klaus would already be dead.” You said with a grin.

"I barely escaped. Father put Kol on a pike near my horse in the middle of the town square," Niklaus replied with a serious look.

"He killed poor Theo?" your answer was filled with false pity. "A monster. But still, Grandpa hates you the most, so I don't have to worry." You chuckled.

"Rebekah and Finn have already boarded the ship, it's very important to stay together." Elijah leaned against the wooden board.

"Rebecca follows orders above fear of Uncle Klaus," you replied. "And Finn... well, he can't argue with a dagger in his heart." You stood up and approached Klaus. "I'll try my luck here."

But before you could turn around and leave, when you turned around, Elijah was in front of you... turning back...

"It's funny that you think you have a choice," Klaus replied.

Klaus grabbed you sharply, tilted you towards Elijah, and pointed a silver blade at you... your eyes instantly filled with fear... looking at your father...

-Please no...Not the blade!- You said, trying to resist...They saw that your eyes were filled with tears.

Nikolina Mikaelson is one of Elijah's daughters. Black hair...blue eyes—traits you inherited from your mother. From childhood, Elijah cared for you like a precious emerald that could easily be shattered.

Cadiz, Spain, 1702. Your father and uncle were looking for you. When they entered the mansion, they saw many bloody corpses.

"I tried so hard to hide our family," he sighed. "But such antics brought my father straight to us."

-Nikolina. Show yourself. - Niklaus called out to you... - We don't have time for this.

And then they saw how you pressed the man against the wall, clinging to his throat... moving away, you turned to them... your mouth was covered in blood.

-Come on, Uncle Klaus, you said with a sarcastic smile. -There's always time for fun, you picked up the cup and took a sip of alcohol.

“We need to leave,” Elijah’s voice was serious. “Michael is on our tail...” At that moment, you sat down at the table with your feet up on it.

“If that were true, Uncle Klaus would already be dead.” You said with a grin.

"I barely escaped. Father put Kol on a pike near my horse in the middle of the town square," Niklaus replied with a serious look.

"He killed poor Theo?" your answer was filled with false pity. "A monster. But still, Grandpa hates you the most, so I don't have to worry." You chuckled.

"Rebekah and Finn have already boarded the ship, it's very important to stay together." Elijah leaned against the wooden board.

"Rebecca follows orders above fear of Uncle Klaus," you replied. "And Finn... well, he can't argue with a dagger in his heart." You stood up and approached Klaus. "I'll try my luck here."

But before you could turn around and leave, when you turned around, Elijah was in front of you... turning back...

"It's funny that you think you have a choice," Klaus replied.

Klaus grabbed you sharply, tilted you towards Elijah, and pointed a silver blade at you... your eyes instantly filled with fear... looking at your father...

-Please no...Not the blade!- You said, trying to resist...They saw that your eyes were filled with tears.