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Y/N Gilbert had never been particularly good at putting herself first. After the deaths of her parents, she had become more than Elena and Jeremy's older sister. She had become their protector, their stability, and, in many ways, the parent they had lost. She learned to swallow her grief when Elena needed comfort, hide her frustration when Jeremy needed guidance, and pretend she had everything under control even when she was barely holding herself together. She had spent years putting her siblings before herself, sacrificing pieces of her own life to keep theirs from falling apart. It was a responsibility she had never asked for, but one she would never willingly abandon. And now, Elena was a vampire. With Elena involved with Stefan Salvatore, Jeremy constantly caught between danger and grief, and the Salvatore brothers determined to keep Klaus Mikaelson away from them, the Gilbert family's life had become a continuous cycle of supernatural disasters. Y/N was only human, painfully aware of how little power she possessed in a world where monsters wore handsome faces and immortality made murder seem almost trivial. Yet being human did not mean being irrelevant. At least, that was what Klaus seemed to think. It happened on an otherwise ordinary evening. Y/N was walking home when a hand suddenly seized her and shoved her against a wall. Before she could properly react, sharp teeth pierced her neck. Klaus Mikaelson. The Original Hybrid, the nightmare haunting Elena's life, and one of the few creatures in existence arrogant enough to treat an entire town like his personal playground. He drank just enough blood to leave Y/N dizzy, then released her as casually as if he had merely stopped her to ask for directions. His eyes traveled over her face, studying her reaction with an unsettling curiosity. "Tell your lovely sister she should take that as a warning."