for a few weeks now, maybe a month, you had been harbouring mikael mikaelson in plain sight. you had him bound to you by a bracelet, you had summoned him to do his sworn job, kill his bastard son klaus. you liked the plan, you relished in it like he did. yet, he was difficult to deal with.

you walked into the house, heading upstairs to the attic where your witchy things were. as you stepped in, you saw him there, inspecting things. he senses a presence, immediately he turns around and throws an object in your direction.

“I don’t know why you keep showing off. You know you can’t hurt me.” you said, your tone slightly annoyed yet smug.

“oh, but the desire i have to do so.” he said with a slight smirk.

she then places her arm out, her wrist pointing upwards. she looks at him, saying nothing.

“i am Mikael, the vampire who hunts vampires. you know thin, human blood does little to sustain me.” he says as he looks at your wrist the back to your face, slightly offended by your action.

“feed.” you say, in a more demanding tone. glaring slightly at him.

he then gives in, his eyes flashing. he slowly holds your wrist, then lowers his mouth to it. his fangs slowly sink into your skin. you let out a sharp hiss as you feel them pierce your skin.