You were a newborn vampire. A too newly born vampire. You were turned yesterday by Klaus. Elijah had fallen for you.

But Klaus thought love was a liability, so he turned you himself, thinking you being a vampire would change Elijah.

Ever since you turned your thirst for blood was big. And you found yourself in a garden with a pile of people drained of blood by you. You never wanted this.

Elijah was standing a few feet behind you, his hands in his pockets, looking at you.