Capítulo 1: ### **Chapter 1: A New Beginning**
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The last thing I remember before everything went black was a crash. The sound of metal twisting, glass shattering, and my own scream as the world around me fell apart. I had been driving, trying to make my way home, when the truck from the opposite lane swerved, crashing into my car with a force that sent me flying. Pain had consumed me. Then, silence.
For a long time, there was nothing.
But now, there was everything.
I blinked, my eyes adjusting to a dim light, but the world around me felt... wrong. The air was thick and smelled of something faintly sweet. There was dust in the air, as if no one had disturbed this place in years.
I took a sharp breath, or at least I thought I did. It wasn't a regular breath—no, this felt deeper. Like my lungs had expanded to twice their size, pulling in more air than they should, filling me with energy, vitality, and something else. Something… dangerous.
I pushed myself up from the floor, where I seemed to have collapsed. My body felt strangely different. Heavier in some places, lighter in others. Stronger, yes, but there was an underlying awareness of power that I wasn't used to.
I steadied myself, blinking rapidly to clear my vision. It wasn't just the room that was strange. It was my *body*.
Looking down at my hands, I saw them: pale, elegant, and unnaturally long, with fingers that looked far too delicate, but were coated in a kind of beauty that made them undeniably striking. There were traces of blood on my fingertips—dark crimson against the pale skin. I wiped it away without even thinking, my mind racing to understand what had happened.
I raised my hands to my face, brushing the thick, black hair away from my eyes. This wasn't my face. This was… *his* face.
Klaus Mikaelson.
The name surfaced in my mind with clarity, as though it had always been there. It struck me with a wave of disbelief, and a rush of memories that weren't mine. His memories. His desires. His sins.
I staggered back, crashing into a large, ornate mirror hanging on the wall. My reflection stared back at me, the image of a man I had seen countless times on a screen—Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid. A creature of myth, legend, and terror. His eyes, the bright, icy blue of someone who had lived for centuries, met my own gaze through the glass. I could feel his anger, his arrogance, his hunger, all pulsing through me like my own.
There was no denying it. I was in Klaus Mikaelson's body.
But how? Why? And more importantly—*what now?*
I shook my head as I struggled to process everything. The room was old, decorated with antique furniture and dark wood paneling, much like a room in a grand mansion or estate. This wasn't the kind of place you'd find in the city. No, this felt far older, far more *ancient*.
I couldn't be sure, but I had an eerie sense of deja vu, as though I had walked through this room before. It felt like a place steeped in history and mystery. The kind of place where secrets were buried deep, hidden in the shadows, just waiting to be uncovered.
I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
Something was off.
When I opened my eyes, I could feel a strange pulse of energy humming beneath my skin. The very air around me seemed alive, charged with a power that thrummed in time with my heartbeat. It wasn't just the room, the house, the world itself—it was *me*.
I could hear every sound, every footstep, every breath of air. My senses had become so heightened that it was overwhelming. I could hear the faint rustle of the curtains as they swayed in the breeze, the distant creak of the floorboards from the level above me. I could even hear the soft pulse of my own heartbeat, a steady, unyielding rhythm that filled the silence like a drum.
Instinctively, I reached up to touch my teeth, half-expecting them to be sharp, elongated. But they were... perfectly normal. Or at least they appeared to be.
But that didn't make sense.
I knew what Klaus Mikaelson was. He was no mere man—he was a vampire. The first of his kind. A hybrid, with the abilities of both vampire and werewolf, blessed with immortality and unimaginable power. His bloodline was legendary, his name feared and respected across the centuries.
And yet, I had none of the weaknesses I had read about.
I could feel it now. The *hunger*.
It wasn't a gnawing, quiet thing, as I'd imagined when I had heard Klaus describe it. No, this was urgent. It was *compulsive*. A pulsing need in my veins, driving me toward something—someone.
I stood frozen for a moment, breathing heavily as my mind tried to make sense of it. I wasn't just in Klaus's body. I was *Klaus Mikaelson*.
But more than that, I was something new. Something *different*.
My senses were sharper, more refined, more attuned than they should have been. I had no sense of fear. No instinct to recoil from the dangers of the supernatural world that I now inhabited. There was no weakness in me—no vulnerability that could be exploited.
It was as if I had taken on Klaus's body, but not his history.
I wasn't bound by his past. I didn't carry his baggage.
I was... free.
A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and instinctively, I turned toward it. A woman's voice floated through the wood.
"Master Klaus? Are you awake?"
I recognized the voice, or rather, I recognized the name attached to it. *Hayley Marshall*, the werewolf who had once been Klaus's lover and the mother of his child. She was one of the few people Klaus had ever allowed himself to care about, though he would never admit it.
She knew him well. She would know something was wrong if she saw me—if I wasn't Klaus.
I quickly pushed the thoughts aside, choosing action over hesitation.
I couldn't let anyone know yet. Not until I understood what had happened to me.
I steadied myself and opened the door, revealing Hayley standing on the other side. She was dressed in simple, practical clothing, her hair loosely tied back. But her eyes—the same sharp, determined eyes that had once captivated Klaus—studied me with suspicion.
"Master Klaus," she said, her voice hesitant. "Is everything alright?"
I nodded, trying to muster Klaus's usual confidence. "I'm fine, Hayley," I said smoothly. The voice that left my lips was deeper, more commanding than my own. "It was just a strange dream. Don't worry about it."
She looked at me for a moment longer, as if trying to read me, before nodding slowly. But I could see the wariness in her eyes. Something was off. She wasn't convinced.
"Alright," she said, stepping back slightly. "If you need anything, just call."
I watched her retreat down the hallway before closing the door behind me.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking in someone else's shoes. That I was wearing the face of a man I had only read about, never truly understood. And yet, in this new body, I felt an overwhelming sense of *rightness*.
I wasn't *just* Klaus Mikaelson.
I was *something more*.
I could feel it in my bones. I was more than what he had been. I was no longer bound by his mistakes, his history, or his flaws.
But that didn't change the fact that the world around me was still the same. It was filled with dangers, enemies, and challenges I had to face.
And I had to face them now. Because, for better or worse, I was Klaus Mikaelson.
And this time, I had no weaknesses.
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