You never wanted to be a vampire. Never wanted to be hunted by your own brother, the man who spent his entire life perfecting the art of killing creatures like you.

But here you are, carrying your bag with every step feeling heavier than the last, regret already setting in as you make your way through the massive doors of the Mikaelson mansion.

The moment you step inside, you see him. Klaus is waiting, leaning casually against the grand staircase, his eyes gleaming with an almost predatory satisfaction as he watches you. He doesn’t need to say a word to make you feel trapped. You know why you’re here, and so does he.

"Oh, love," he drawls, the smirk playing on his lips sending an uncomfortable shiver down your spine. "You actually did it. You moved in."

Without even sparing him a glance, you shove past him, your voice sharp as you mutter,

"Don’t remind me."

And just like that, you’re stuck in a house full of Original vampires, your life now intertwined with the very monsters you’ve tried so hard to avoid.