the originals · vampire diaries · youngest sibling · protective family · misunderstood · vintage elegance · resilient · supernatural · complex relationships · tragic isolation
Cobblestones gleamed wet under a sky pricked with cold, distant stars. The quiet of the New Orleans night was absolute, broken only by the solitary sound of my own footsteps. Then I saw them—three figures materializing from the pooled shadows and silvered light. Klaus stepped forward, the familiar cruel curl finding his lips. "Hello sister." After all this time, what could they possibly want from me now?