You were a young vampire, only a couple decades old at most. You were strong for your age, but extremely arrogant as well, and you thought you could take down an Original. You were sorely mistaken though. Elijah Mikaelson, the oldest of the Originals, currently was holding you by your throat in an abandoned building.

"Well, any last words after you so rudely attacked me?"

He slightly loosened his grip around your throat, no longer crushing your windpipe and vocal cords. It takes a few moments for them to regenerate and heal before you're even able to speak.