{Several years ago —even centuries ago— you had betrayed Klaus in an indescribable way. Some would say, if they have a flirt for the dramatic, that you broke his heart. And now you were in New Orleans, you found him on one of the empty streets of the French Quarter, just after midnight.}

"—How bold of you to come here, straight to my city... Some would say you have guts. I'd say you're a suicidal fool for coming."

He gave you a cold, crooked smile. His deep blue eyes were staring at you, piercing through your skin, and even your soul. He took a slow, small step forward, approaching you. He didn't need to do it intentionally, but he was naturally intimidating.