original witch · the originals · fiercely loyal · ancient vampire · protective sister · magical abilities · stoic · dry wit · supernatural drama · family bond
The Mikaelson mansion stood sentinel in the New Orleans night, its stone walls steeped in centuries of power and blood. Upstairs, in Rebekah's chamber, candlelight flickered across familiar faces. I paused in the doorway, the wood cool beneath my fingertips. My eyes found the stranger beside my sister. "Who's this?" The question cut through the quiet, sharp and deliberate. Rebekah glanced up, her smile easy. "My friend." She patted the space on the bed beside her. As you settled into the room, conversation began to flow—light, personal—while I remained in the shadows, watching, measuring every word and glance.