Hey guys! I just came up with this story and have done a lot of research on it! This is when Klaus is still human. However, there is a little change. Elijah, Klaus, Kol and Rebekah are already born and Ester is pregnant with Henrick! And read this VERY carefully! This gives us an idea about Klaus's life and his siblings.

Niklaus headed towards the medical tent, stretching his legs, glad to get a break from rowing. He had been rowing from the past two hours, and it had been a great strain on his 16 year old self. The people of his village – or atleast who were left alive after the plague – had built the most massive ship ever known, determined to seek their fortunes in a new land. And to their luck, just when they had been running low on supplies, they had come across another ship which was also fleeing its homeland to escape the plague. The people on that boat claimed that they were from the cold mountains of the north. As far as Niklaus knew, the northerners had too many people to accommodate on their ship and there was not enough space whereas their ship had enough space to accommodate atleast another hundred. The northern tribe had lots of fresh supplies whereas they did not. Therefore, they would be sheltering a few northern tribes in exchange of fresh supplies.

Fortunately, many of them who had come over to their ship were strong, healthy young men, one of whom had offered to take Niklaus's place in the rowing deck for him. Niklaus had gratefully accepted his help and was now off to see his elder brother Renald, who was a little sick from the plague and was currently in the infirmary, where all the other sick people were. Niklaus wanted to speak to his brother. He always felt light and happy after having a talk with him. And Renald always managed to make him laugh. Even after Mikeal's abusing. He knew he was breaking the rules by visiting Renald, but this time, Niklaus did not care. He knew that Mikeal would beat him up, but either way, he always found a reason to abuse him, pointless reasons that too. So why not give him a genuine reason this time. Anyways, he need not even know about it. There would be no one in the ward as all of them were afraid of catching the disease.

Mikeal was very short-tempered. Even more than usual nowadays. And it did not help his temper that Ester was pregnant and was due in five months. Mikeal wanted to secure a future for his family in the 'New World' as they called it. Niklaus could understand that. He could understand the concern for his family, but what he could not understand was what he had to do with the plague and the ill fortunes it had brought. When the plague had struck, Mikeal had blamed him for it and had called him a worthless son and a worthless man. Just an hour ago, Mikeal had blamed him for their slow progress on the sea. He had said, "Work faster, boy. Work those puny arms of your faster! If not for you and your worthless work, we would have reached the New World ages ago!" How in the world was he responsible for their rate of progress?

Niklaus shook his head fiercely, trying to rid himself of his miserable thoughts. He was going to see Renald. It would not do to have such thoughts. As he neared the nursing ward, he took out the sketch he had done for Renald. It was a sketch of the sea on a wild, stormy day – fierce, angry and untameable. As he neared the nursing ward, he saw someone moving towards it. Niklaus stopped in mid-stride and hid behind a barrel of mead. He peeped out and squinted, the dark making it difficult for him to see. From the faint light of the stars, he could make out a slim figure in a grey dress. The woman had a piece of cloth wrapped around her shoulders for warmth. He could just make out the blonde hair of the woman in the torchlight at the entrance of the medical ward before she disappeared inside it.

'Who is this woman?' he thought. 'And why is she in the nursing ward. I have never seen her in my life. The only blondes in our village are Mother and Bekah. So who is this woman? Maybe she is from the boat which has fled from the North. That explains why she doesn't know the rules that no one other than the nurses are allowed inside the ward.' He followed her silently into the ward and observed her from the shadows. She seemed to be checking if all the patients had everything that was necessary and were comfortable. As she neared Renald's bed, she sat down on the bed next to him, facing Renald with her back to Niklaus. She held his wrists in her hand, probably checking for blood flow. He watched as she slowly folded his hands on his chest, smoothed out his hair and gently caressed his face. She then slowly bent down to kiss his forehead and whispered so softly that he could barely hear it, "Goodbye brother. Lie peacefully in your Eternal Sleep knowing that you shall be terribly missed and that someone prays for you. You shall forevermore be present in my prayers. Rest well, brother. I go now to seek your family to inform them of their loss."

Niklaus felt his knees giving out. A loud thud emanated as he fell to the floor on his knees, his head buried in his hand, sobbing uncontrollably. His sketch fell to the floor from his hands. The woman whirled around. He was sobbing, "No! No Renald...No..."

His brother could not be dead. No. He could not be dead. He felt a soft hand on his arm. He looked up into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. Those eyes were filled with concern. "Do you know him?" she asked softly. He just nodded, still sobbing uncontrollably. "Is he your brother?" she questioned. He looked at her, surprised. She shrugged. "You both resemble each other quite a lot."

At this, Niklaus looked very confused. He looked nothing likeRenald. In fact, he looked nothing like any of his siblings. He had sandy coloured brown-blonde hair while the rest of them were brunettes. Except for Rebekah, who was a natural blonde like Ester. All had dark-coloured eyes, whereas he had startling blue eyes as blue as the ocean and Rebekah had greyish-green eyes. He had deep dimples, none of the rest of them did. What did this girl mean? She just shrugged again. "You have the same serenity, severity, determination, love and loyalty..." she trailed off. At this mention of the traits of his now dead brother, Niklaus just let himself fall to the floor, crouching into a ball. The girl, who seemed around his age, slowly cradled his head into her lap, running her hand through his hair softly, comforting him. "Sshhh!All will be well..." she whispered softly to him. They lay there, until they heard an angry voice shouting, "Niklaus! Are you here, boy? How many times have I told you not to come here!"

Niklaus pushed himself off the girl's lap and looked over his shoulder to see Mikeal emerge from the doorway. "Father..." The young boy's voice cracked, his grief consuming his ability to speak. "Renald...Renald...Father, Renald..." Mikeal walked over to Renald and presses two fingers against his son's neck, searching for pulse. Finding none, he slowly turned, walked up to Niklaus and slapped the young boy across his face with the back of his hand! "I told you not to come here boy! I told you not to visit Renald! You are NOTHING but ill luck! You should have stayed away from him, boy. Now look what you have done. You have killed your own brother!"

Saying so, Mikeal drew his sword and hit the sobbing figure of Niklaus with the flat of his sword. Niklaus bit his lips, trying to hold in his pain. It took all he had in him not to cry out. He was already mentally depressed. He would not be able to control his screams as he did usually. He buried his head into his arms, waiting for the abuse to end. Mikeal had hardly hit Klaus more than a few times when suddenly, 'CLANG! '

Hey guys! I know, I know...I am evil...Cliffhanger in the first chapter! But I hope you guys like it...Review and let me know how it is! Love you guys!