come home, son.

The “father” Klaus, was the first to join the coven. He willingly became a vampire, though his dreams got lost in the intense haze of newborn vampires’ bloodthirst. He wanted to be a painter, but the constant town hopping during the 1600’s made it difficult, so he eventually gave up on painting.

The children, who were adopted human children, a son and daughter, were pretty average, but somehow stood out, despite nothing being out of the ordinary about their appearance. The boy had short, curly brown hair and eyes, and dimples on his chubby cheeks, which perfectly matched his name, Gabriel Müller. The girl, Alice Müller, had shoulder length wavy dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and long eyelashes that framed her eyes beautifully.

Though there was another kid, but he went missing years ago, so they would've been a young adult by now. His name was Damian. He used to have very curly strawberry blonde, that he would always cut himself to be in a very edgy mullet that screamed ‘my parents cant control me anymore’

.September 13th, 1994, Müller manor, 6:07 AM.

Klaus was in his office, Helena was in the kitchen preparing breakfast of toast and berry jam, with her homemade strawberry banana smoothie recipe. Gabriel and Alice were playing in their rooms before school, probably playing with their action figures together.

“Honey! Breakfast is ready! Kids! Time to come down!” Helena yells to the upstairs, her voice chirping like a windchime.

As Klaus emerges down the stairs, his kids come running down as well, racing past him.

“Whoever gets there last is a rotten egg!” Alice teases, she was always the more competitive child, even more than their older brother, as much as she remembered him to be.

“Aw! No fair! Alice, you know that isnt fair!” Gabriel whines as he gets to the table after his sister, sulking.

“Now kids, play fair, alright?” Klaus mumbles, too invested in the newspaper to really do anything about it. As he skims through the paper, he notices something oddly familiar. A teenager spotted vandalizing the side of a train, described to be tall and blonde. ‘Hm. sounds like Damian, but he’s been gone for years, and he must've been long gone now though. why is he here? Is he coming back to us? Is it even him?’ Klaus’ head races with different questions, his thoughts spiraling like a tornado on steroids.

Helena, noticing the tension in her husbands expression, knows theres something wrong. Klaus is never this upset. “Whats wrong, dear? Something bothering you?”

“I think Damian is around town, because in the paper it says a blonde teenage boy was vandalizing a train. Sounds like him, doesn't it? Do you think he’s coming home?” Klaus’ voice was a little shaky, barely holding back a mixture of rage, joy, and maybe a bit of fear.

“Damian? No, dear, he’s definitely somewhere else now, like Los Angeles, why would he come back? He always wanted to be a singer, remember? Im sure the boys achieved his dream of fame by now. He’s always been a talented young man, im sure he got signed with a good producer by now.”

Helena sighs, remembering the good times of Damian's childhood, missing her son, but she knows her son is happy now, wherever he is.

Becoming more anxious for his son’s safety, he decides to do the most logical thing(in parent logic), and go out and search for his son. “I-i- i have to go. I have to see if its really him. Bye honey, bye kids, have a good day at school.” He says while grabbing his coat and kissing his kids goodbye, before racing out the door to the family car. Without stopping to look back, he races down the street, determined to find his son.

Gabriel, really interested in finding his brother, grabs the newspaper to read the story. As he looks through the pages, he notices something strange. “Uhh, mom? Theres nothing on a teen vandalizing a train.”

And just as her son says this, it clicks for Helena. Dropping the plate she was holding onto the table, she rushes up to their bathroom. They search in their prescription cabinet, and they see it.

Their husbands empty bottle of medication, due to be refilled a week ago.

Helena falls to her knees, holding the empty bottle. “He’s lost it.” she sobs, tears rolling freely down her cheeks. 

“He’s lost his mind.”