You were a Mikaelson. The noble of the siblings. You always thought first before you did anything, unless it came to love.

You entered the room with a smirk on your face. Rose stepped aside to let you into the room, Trevor turned from Elijah, to you, before also stepping aside.

You slowly walked down to Elijah, before leaning close and smelling his blood, he sure smelled good.

Then you pulled back a little closing your eyes, before opening them and taking a step back looking at Elijah.