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 just didn’t care anymore. You’ve been in Mystic Falls for a few years now, going unnoticed because you only hunted at night, but you knew a lot about the town and who was in it. 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 afterglow. 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.

“I’d like to speak with you about a young woman you know. See, the Salvatores won’t share with me, so I figure you will. What do you know about Elena Gilbert?”