Isabella's pov:

I hate Richard Night. He's done so much to me. The pain, the screams, the abuse, all of it, was due to him. It's time you learned my story.

I was born in sixteen seventy-five to Lillian Salvatore and James Sykes. Lillian or 'Lily' was a witch, a servant of nature. James Sykes was a demon and primordial hybrid, known as one of the most powerful beings ever to exist. I was a mistake. An accident that was never supposed to happen. 

One night, Lily had an affair with James. A one-night stand. Nothing more, nothing less. Then, a week later, Lily realized she was pregnant with me. She immediately panicked. She had cheated on Giuseppe, and because of me, she was going to get caught unless she figured out what to do to keep her secret safe; she concocted a potion. One that would bind my powers to my soul, making me unable to use my magic. Unfortunately, it worked but, there was a fault in the spell; it didn't bind my magic, nearly blocked it for a small period of time, and, when unleashed, would cause me to lose control. Like I almost did a few hours ago. Luckily, Scarlett managed to stop me. 

So, Giuseppe raised me like his own, and with the benefit of the potion, I looked like Giuseppe and not like my father. I, of course, lived blissfully unaware for seventeen years. Then, Katerina came. Originally, we were best friends, and I considered her a sister for a small period of time. Katherine then met my brothers, and they did anything and everything to gain her attention. We drifted apart. My brothers craved her attention, her smile, her love. They went as far as to blame me for stealing her items, showing 'proof,' and that hurt. Katerina believed them, as she was taken with them. Then came the faithful night, in which Katherine killed me. She believed I could not be compelled, which I couldn't, and killed me. My father came and captured Katherine putting her in the church, but I was already dead by that time.

I awoke on the ground with an urge for blood. Blood, to complete the transitioning from human to vampire. Mortal to immortal. Human to a monster. I found a young woman walking by, and she saw me on the ground and immediately tried to help me. I tried to hold back the bloodlust but couldn't, and I ended up killing the poor woman. I buried her and gave her the proper burial she deserved. I was overcome with guilt, so I attempted suicide, only to find that I did not die even by a wooden stake. It was then I realized that I was not a vampire but something more. I spent years researching and never found anything until in 1780; I discovered something; my mother's journal. It was in that journal, I figured out what I was, for, in that journal, my mother wrote about everything that happened. The one night stand, her being a witch, and even what my father was. Piecing together the information, I figured I was a tribrid. A different type of tribrid. 

Soon after that, I left in search of my father. I was way too eager and far too trusting. I made deals with the devil, sold my soul for information, and even attempted to talk with the dead. Lucifer, I suppose, made a deal with me. In which I would give part of my humanity to talk with my father. I was far too eager and didn't stop to think about what losing my humanity could cause. Alas, it was far too late. I had made a deal with the devil.

True to his word, I met my father that day. Only to find he hated me, was disgusted by me, and even attempted to kill me. I suppose Lucifer must have had some pity because he killed the demon-primordial hybrid and took me under his wing. I still gave up half of my humanity, which caused me to lose a part of myself. Lucifer trained me with weapons and taught me how to use people for my own needs. I only met one of his brothers (at that time), Gabriel. He taught me how to fly and to pull pranks. I stayed with them until the early 1820s, where I first met Richard. 

He was charming, sweet, and, dare I say, hot. We started meeting in secret, and we realized we were both vampires. He protected me from other vampires and demons who wanted to kill me. It wasn't hard for me to fall in love with him. In 1885, we started traveling the world. It was soon after I started noticing that Richard was ₵Ⱨ₳₦₲ł₦₲. I was foolish to think it was nothing. He became overprotective, getting pissed when I talked to any guy that wasn't him, hated when I talked to anyone either than him. Eventually, he locked me in the basement. It turned out that he was originally supposed to kill me to use my powers but fell in love with me. He told me he still wanted my powers, and he kept me locked up in my room, and one time I left, he beat me to the point my magic could only help me so much. Other times, he experimented, and that could even be considered torture. One time. I. Simply. ֆռǟքքɛɖ.

I used my primordial magic to call or rather scream. Lyria heard me and came to my rescue. We fought but couldn't kill Richard simply because he was a fallen angel, the angel of immortality at that.  After being stuck there for fifteen years, I became harsh, crueler, and Lyria helped me deal with that. She trained me in my magic, my power, my soul. I considered her a sister. We were training, talking, and traveling with each other until 1895. 

We decided to separate and go on our own adventures. I had agreed. Then we separated, and I met the Mikaelsons—first just Rebekah and Kol, who both became siblings to me. In 1910, I met Nik and Elijah. Elijah and I got on well, considering I liked to read. Niklaus and I hated each other at first until I came across his art room. Our similarities involved ruthlessness, loneliness, and sadness. I became incredibly close to them. Then in 1918, Nik started daggering us all (I really couldn't be daggered, but they still hurt like a bitch). We all ran except for Rebekah, who stayed in order to avoid getting daggered. Then I met Lexi, Zarah, and Amelia, and we all became close friends. Eventually, Rebekah found out and started meeting up with us in secret until she got daggered when she fell in love with Stephan. I once again separated from my friends, who I considered sisters. In 1922, I ran into Stephan in all his ripper glory. He, shockingly, apologized, but I disregarded it; what they did was unforgivable. In 1924, I ran into Damon, who actually tried to get on good terms with me.  

In 1955, Lexi was killed by Richard, and so, Zarah, Amelia, and I met up to resurrect her. I woke up Rebekah with Elijah's help. We made a deal to bring back Lexi, and it worked. Elijah was then forced to help Nik, and Rebekah was daggered once again, and Elijah was no longer in Nik's inner circle. In 1971, there was an incident in which I snapped and lost complete control of my powers. It caused me to start the Great Chicago Fire, and it took both Scarlett and Lyria to calm me down and get me to my usual self. After that period, my life was as normal as it can get for me. Well, as normal as it could get. I regularly talked to my Lucifer, ran from Nik and Richard, trained, and talked with the people I considered family. A while later, I was in Forks, and you know what happened after that. 

Now that the story's finished, I need to deal with the situation at hand; Richard Night. 
When I said I would do anything to kill him, I was not kidding.

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