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Now without further interruption by me, here's chapter one. Hope it's okay. P.s. This version is also unedited.

Annette's POV:

(Huston, Texas; 1860-63)

My name is Annette Mikaelson, well, it was until I married a young man out of love. It was strange, I've known him only for a short time, and almost instantly like love at first sight, I've felt a strong connection between us. Like when opposite poles attract each other, a great force brought us together. I did not care if he was only 16 at the time. He was dashing and very mature for his age. I just knew we would forever be together.

Our time together was like no other. We were madly in love and overjoyed to be at each others side. When he wanted to join the Confederate Army, a year later, I did not stand in his way. Instead, like the caring wife I was, I turned and compelled a man to keep watch of my husband. While I played the role of the loving daughter-in-law, watching over his dear mother.

As I waited for my dear husband to return, I've kept up to news on how he was doing. As well as kept tabs on my dear brother. Rumors had spread, he was searching for me. I knew he would not rest until he has found me. Therefore, with the enlisted help of a powerful witch, a charmed necklace was produced to keep me hidden from anyone capable of performing any type of locating spells.

During the next two years, I've received and news of my loving husband being promoted to Major, the youngest at that. But it was also not long after that he was pronounced MIA. It was the year 1863, my dearest Jasper was only 19. And yet Always and Forever seems to be not for us.

Time Skip

It had been quite a long time since my Major's disappearance. I had high hopes that he would find his way home many a time ago. But to my sad reality, he never came, it wasn't long after that he was officially pronounced dead.

And here I stand 38 years later, the year 1901, in front of the grave of my mother-in-law. Having died at the old age of 75. I had offered her a way to stay young and beautiful, but she wanted nothing to do with my vampirism. What she wanted the most was to be reunited with her sweet child in death. Who was I to take that choice away from her?

It would have been selfish of my undead self to turn her for the sake of holding onto a living connection to my late husband. So, like the faithful and trusting widowed wife that I am, I kept my promise of watching over and taking care of my loves mother until her last breath.

I must admit it was rather difficult for me to keep the secret of my non-aging self. But with the power to compel, I just need a few people to keep me and my mother fed and healthy. It was around this time that I felt as if I could no longer be strong. The pain, sadness, and bitter truth of never being held or kissed again by the man I loved so dearly hit me all at once. I would have turned it all off if it wasn't for the promise of taking care of my in-law.

Even in death, I could not do that to him. But now they are both gone. With nothing left, I simply did not care anymore. It was a grand weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and everything around me became dull and my body, soul, and mind... numb.

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