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The Story Of Beatrice Mikaelson- Chapter 3: Happy Birthday Princess!

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Mystic Falls seemed like an average town. A school, a place to hang out imaginatively named "The Mystic Grill", a little hospital, police station. I walked through the seemingly dull town until I saw what I was looking for. The sign outside the quite large house read:

"Mrs Flowers بستر & Breakfast."

Exactly what I needed.

I entered and was welcomed سے طرف کی a sweet looking lady who appeared to be in her sixties.

She beamed at me when I entered the B&B and said, "Hello dear. How may I help آپ today?"

She seemed like a nice lady so I tried to give back a believable smile and replied, "I need a room...

The Story Of Beatrice Mikaelson- Chapter 1: Prologue

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I was running as fast as I could possibly go. But it wasn't easy when آپ had just been staked in the ribs. They were gaining now. I had to try harder. Boy was I getting too old for this!

I could kick myself. Why the hell had I done it? Like the stupid thing was any use to me anyway. Of course I knew why I had done it: boredom and a ذریعہ of entertainment. These two things were precisely the reason why I had done many of the things I had done in my 1000 years of existence.

Now I was running from werewolves. آپ could say I was on their "most wanted list" which was definitely not a good thing. Werewolves hunted in packs and are a very loyal species. It was impossible to know how much of them were after me. Of course I was no stranger to being on the run which is why I never really had any real relationships. Before this…well that was a very long story indeed…

The Story Of Beatrice Mikaelson- Chapter 2: 1026

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1026

I was in my chambers, gazing at my زیتون coloured skin in the mirror, while brushing my luscious dark brown hair. These were traits I was fortunate enough to inherit from my mother as they did not run in my father's side of the family. Oh my mother. How I wished I had known her.

I didn't know much about her. Only that her name was Tatia Petrova and she had died when I was just a baby at the hands of my very own grandmother, a very powerful witch named Esther. Esther had wished to end the rivalry between two of her sons. For this reason she used my mother in a sacrifice ritual which transformed...