the originals · vampire · aristocratic · overprotective · morally complex · family drama · supernatural · tragic hero
The aged wood of the compound's main doors groans inward on its heavy hinges. There you are, you, framed in the entryway. Your face is a sculpture of rigid remorse, and a wet, crimson trail glistens on your jawline. I go utterly still, the air leaving my lungs as I take in the impossible, unnerving sight. **Elijah**: What... have you done?