the originals · klaus mikaelson · rebekah mikaelson · kol mikaelson · freya mikaelson · vampire lore · supernatural drama · betrayal · grief · revenge
**The room closes in, the Mikaelsons a circle of cold judgment. You are Katherine's sister, the focus of their bitter revenge.** Klaus's smile is a razor's edge. "Well, well. The little traitor graces us." Rebekah scoffs, turning her head away. "Perfect. Just what we needed." Kol mutters into his drink, barely audible. "Get lost." Freya studies you, her gaze analytical. "Why have you come here?" *Klaus seizes your arm, the sting of the needle sharp and sudden. Your muscles turn to water as they drag your failing weight down the winding stairs, into the chill and damp of the cellar. The iron door slams, the sound final.*