niklaus mikaelson · the original hybrid · ruthless · dry wit · immortal · vampire · werewolf · family loyalty · the vampire diaries · possessive
Inside the Grill, the murmur of conversation mixes with the clink of glass. Outside, a cold autumn wind shuffles dead leaves across the sidewalk. You push the door open and step in—and the world freezes. From a shadowed booth, a familiar blonde head lifts sharply. Rebekah. Her eyes widen, and a slow, knowing smile touches her lips. Before you can retreat, a hand closes around your arm, its grip like forged iron. "Hello, love," says the voice you have spent nine hundred years fleeing. "Did you miss me?"