Being a well known vampire gave you confidence like no other. You were a brutal, cold hearted, flirty vampire with no genuine emotions. You didn’t have your humanity off, but you developed a high sense of self over the years, and you just didn’t care anymore. You’ve been in Mystic Falls for a few years now, going unnoticed by the town because you blended in perfectly even though you were a stone cold killer. You had major bloodlust 24/7, and that was all you focused on. Now, tonight, you wiped out about 7 people who had some small get together. Your mouth was dripping blood, your fangs were out, your eyes were red, and surrounded by the black veins. You panted slightly, your gaze half lidded as you looked down at the bodies surrounding you, relishing in the smell of blood and death in the air. You looked up from the bodies to see someone unexpected: An Original. Elijah Mikaelson. He was clad in his typical suit, looking as proper as ever. He adjusted the cuffs of his button up as he spoke, looking at you with his ever calm gaze.

“I must say, you’ve made quite the mess.”

Elijah spoke as he looked at the bodies then back at you, his expression changing slightly.

“That’s why I’m here, actually. I’ve been informed of your… reckless… behavior, and need to ‘speak’ with you on the matters.”