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"Theodore," his papa's voice was soft, caring, understanding, filled with love. His papa's words were often filled with those emotions, whether he was speaking with his mother, sister, or himself- they were always filled with love and there wasn't a moment where Theo didn't want to hear it.
However, at this moment all he wanted was to be left alone. He wanted his papa to stop talking, make the softness of his voice stop speaking to him as if he was a little boy. Despite being at a young age, Theodore showed maturity earlier than any kid his age, but then again he wasn't like any kid his age. He was the first Tribid: vampire, witch, and werewolf. He was the grandson of a powerful witch and not only was he the son of an Original Vampire; his father was also a werewolf making him the very first Hybrid. So, no Theodore wasn't like any kid his age.
But what made him different from those kids was the fact that he didn't know the whole truth about who his father was. Many would know exactly who their fathers were, whether they were the greatest father in the world or deadbeat dads. At least they knew their father was terrible, so in the end, they wouldn't be disappointed or it shouldn't have hurt them as much to know that their fathers weren't what their mother made up.
If only his mother had told him the truth: the ugly, horrible truth of who exactly was Niklaus Mikaelson then perhaps he wouldn't be feeling as if his entire world was falling apart and his heart was being torn into pieces. Theodore fell on his knees as his scream filled the once quiet forest, his scream was inhuman even to those who weren't human. His fingers clenched into the dirt, tears falling from his face, he continued to scream and cry.
Theodore lifted his hand off the ground, curled his fingers, and brought it down hard to the uneven ground. He pounded the ground with his fist and screamed, no words came out, his vocal cords were paralyzed with hate and resentment.
As angry tears continue to fall down and his mind filled with all the lies his mother had told him, he didn't notice the shadow behind him watching him with emotional eyes; eyes filled with pity, tenderness, and love. The person slowly made their way towards the unpredictable adolescent.
A hand soft Theodore's fist from punching the ground, glowing purple eyes quickly looked up and glared at the person, his entire body tensed and his fist tightened as his papa staring back at him with sympathy green eyes. "You knew," it wasn't a question but a statement. When Stefan didn't try to defend himself, Theodore pulled away with tear-filled eyes, "you knew and didn't tell me."
Under the intensity of his glare, Stefan's heart broke. Theodore; his sweet, sweet boy was finally learning about this father. The truth that Claire tried so hard to hide so that her children wouldn't get hurt, but really. Who was she trying to protect? Her or her children?
"Theodore," his papa's voice was soft, caring, understanding, filled with love. "Your moth-"
Theodore didn't let him finish, "she lied," he snarled. "She lied about who he was. She lied to me and to Lottie!" he shouted. "S-she lied. Mother l-lie to me, why?" his lip trembled and a tear ran down his face. Theodore looked down, "why lie about who he is? Why lie to us? To m-me?" his voice broke at the end. Never in his life did he think that his mother was capable of lying to him. Anyone but him.
