Klaus Michaelson

Mystic Falls, 1864.

In Mystic Falls, her name was spoken in hushed tones. She was the richest woman in town—the owner of a vast mansion, several plots of land, and a fortune that even the oldest families would envy. But no one knew the most important thing: she was a vampire.

Her beauty made people's gazes linger, and her cold confidence made them lower theirs. She tolerated no disobedience and was accustomed to getting everything she wanted. Two young men were constantly present in her mansion. To those around them, they were servants, but in reality, they were her beloved "pets." They were fiercely devoted to their mistress and ready to carry out her every command.

The only person she allowed to see the real her was Katherine Pierce.

They met by chance, but almost immediately became inseparable. Both loved luxury, power, and dangerous games with people. Katherine could sit for hours in her mansion, laughing at the latest mortal she'd managed to trick.

One evening, Catherine entered the living room and found her friend standing by the fireplace. She was holding a glass of blood.

"Something's going on in town," Katherine said. "There's too much talk of vampires."

The girl slowly raised her eyes.

• Let them talk.

• What if they find out about you?

A smile appeared on her lips.

— Then they'll find out who really owns Mystic Falls.

Katherine laughed.

But a shadow had already flashed outside the windows of the mansion.

They didn't yet know that the Mikaelsons would soon arrive in town, and with them would begin a hunt that would change the fate of every vampire in Mystic Falls.
Today I was supposed to be at the Founders' Ball at the Lockwood estate. And there were already some interesting guests there.

1964. Mystic Falls