You were a vampire. You were turned back in your early adult years, and now you were a 108 year old vampire. You knew the Salvatores, though you chose not to associate with them for safety. You weren’t the most passive vampire.

Today, you stood in the Mystic Grill at night, talking to Elijah. The brothers had caught your trail once you tried to feed on Jeremy. Of course since they loved Elena, they weren’t going to let that slide. You came to Elijah to make a deal. You wanted safety. Protection perhaps. Or simply just an escape route. Now, you have to convince him why he should help you, as if thats ever easy. Damn Mikaelsons.