okokokok I know I just posted this, but my annoying sister argued some agreeable points with me so I changed a few things around and I assure you, the story has a better plot now. Heheheheh c: Thank you all for reading and reviewing! Here's the revised chapter.

Prologue

"You are about to get what you deserve, you little witch." The strange man with his veins popping out around his eyes; had sharp fangs for front teeth and wore blood-stained clothes growled. The little girl whimpered at his hold around her neck; as if his claws were daring her to cry out with the pain she intensely felt. Azabelle Swan had never felt as in danger as she was feeling in that very moment along with fierce anger, strong despise and the urge to cry out with the scene that roared on around her.

Fire blazed out around her, bodies of the only people familiar to her scattered all about with haunted stares etched into their dead faces. Their wide open eyes all stared out at her. Some of them had their necks snapped to an odd angle; others were bitten with their necks half-bitten off and others had their hearts ripped out from their chests. All looked gruesomely attacked by some mauled beast. The sight made Azabelle rack with sobs and wish to vomit the bile that was piling into her mouth.

"I should rip you apart, limb by limb but even that seems too gentle of a death for the last of the Swans." Azabelle stared at the blood-thirsty man, shaking fierce-fully with rage and fright. "I shall kill you, one way or another." The man grinned viciously.

"Just do it, you monster! You've taken everything I've cared for. I have no reason to live now; life is a betrayal. Kill me now and end my suffering you bastard!" she screamed into his face with such rage and anger. The man growled, bringing her face close to his, leaving her in cold sweat.

"I am Mikael of the Mikaelson family, little girl. I am in all ways superior to you." He muttered, gritting his teeth to restrain himself from a frantic attack and made a show of gritting his fangs out in the open in front of her. Azabelle continued to glare at Mikael with full intensity.

Azabelle struggled as her screams and protests were muffled by the man's hands, as he blocked her mouth from breathing in. She continued kicking violently, a struggle for the control of her life. Finally, he removed his wrist from her now-tainted lips, full of red, as she had been forced to bit down on her lips- now bleeding. The very taste made her nauseous Azabelle gasped for fresh air, smoke being inhaled into her lungs as she coughed a storm before proceeding to spit away the last stenches and taste of blood. Mikael roared with laughter.

"Oh, but it is too late girl." Azabelle stared at the man as if he were mad. He might as well been with the crazed look dancing away in his eyes. She was left incredulous and utterly speechless. Mikael smirked as the fire blazed around them some more and Azabelle winced to herself.

"Your uncle should have minded his own business and kept to himself; away from my wife that time. He is to blame for this catastrophe " He muttered angrily, eyes blazing with anger. Once along, he sighed. "I must take my leave now." Mikael released Azabelle, leaving her panting for breath on her knees, holding down to the ground as she clutched her throat to keep it from throbbing with pain.

"This shall be your last breath." Mikael muttered happily as his eyes searched over the last ruins of the Swan mansion. He glanced over at her. "Good bye little one."

Then he stabbed her with a silver dagger.