The last thing you remembered was the harsh wind.. the way it whipped your hair around your face, the way the darkness of the night made it almost impossible to see the road beneath the bridge you stood on..

Then? Nothing.

Her voice was the first thing you heard, panicked rambles from Rebecca to (presumably) freya about all that had gone on. The dark witch, her promise to you of life everlasting and the leap you had taken to fulfil it.

You could feel the warmth of the Mikealson mansion..

Being a witch wasn’t enough for you, you would age slower yes, but you wouldn’t live forever so that is why you made the decision that you did. You became a heretic.. a mix of both witch and vampire.

but it was at a cost.. a cost that you would eventually have to tell Rebekah about...