[Rebekah knows this feeling implicitly because all anyone ever seems to do to her is lie. But no one has done it more than Niklaus.]
I told you how my parents made us into vampires, didn't I? It was because my youngest brother, Henrik, had been killed by one of the werewolves in the village. They wanted to protect us, make us stronger, but the ritual turned us into monsters.
[Rebekah can still remember that first urge to kill, how she could not understand the craving for blood or the way the sun scorched her skin.]
Werewolves in my world -- they only trigger the curse if they kill someone. It was after our first kill as vampires that we discovered my mother had had an affair. My brother, Niklaus, was half werewolf. He was both, a hybrid.
My mother tried to fix it, tried to hide her shame by repressing his werewolf side. He saw that as rejection -- and Nik never took rejection.
[And this is the part that is still difficult for Rebekah. Though her mother's more recent returns has made it easier to swallow she still remembers the sorrow she had felt then. Would she have made that promise, always and forever, if she had known the truth?]
Nik told us our father killed her because of a jealous rage. For a thousand years, I believed this implicitly while our father hunted us to the ends of the earth.
It was only fairly recently that I discovered the truth. My brother had lied to us for all those years. All he does is lies and manipulates. Takes what he wants and discards things when he's done with him.
I forgave so much, because he was my brother. He was my family. But some people don't change.
I don't want to be one of them. I don't want to be like him. Bitter and angry and unable to allow anything in but that darkness. I want better than that.