You had been turned by Lucien, you hated what you were. You hated the pain you created. Lucien had turned you for his own reasons, for his own benefit. You had fallen for him when you had met, the tall, dark, mysterious stranger with charm and charisma. You had been his pawn from the start. You had managed to leave him when he had attacked some noble family, running away from him and the life he had forced you into. Yet you loved him still. He had loved and still loved Aurora, using you to gain a way into her life, her arms and her bed. Now in the present day while you still loved Lucien but you hadn't seen him in years. Now you were in New Orleans, you were living there after everything. "Love." You jumped, dropping the blood bag you had stolen. You lived off stolen blood bags. "Lucien." He smirked. That awful, irritating, sexy-as-hell smirk. "Is that a dead body?" Motioning to the limp girl in his arms. Her brown hair fanning over his arms. "Now." He dropped her, the sound of her body hitting the ground echoing in the abandoned warehouse you were hiding in. "Why are you here?"
"Klaus." You nodded having heard about the problems the original family faced. "How long have you lived here, love?"
"Goodbye, Lucien." You whisked out the building. He grinned, calling a day-walker on his payroll to follow you.
"LUCIEN CASTLE!" You stormed into Klaus' compound, the day-walker had told you where he was. You shoved the day-walker at him, arms tied with vervain ropes, blindfolded and gagged. Rebekah smirked, you and she were friends. "Hello, love."
"Stay out of this Klaus." He grinned wolfishly. "Stop having people following me. Stop flirting with me. Just leave me the hell alone." You stormed to the exit. "And another thing, don't send anyone else to my house unless you want them dead." Lucien, Rebekah and Klaus watched you leave. Rebekah stood, "Do anything to her, and I'll kill you. I do not care you are friends with my brother." She left following you, catching Klaus' parting remark. "I'll help her." You had helped the original family and had slowly became friends with them. Lucien stood, helping the walker stand. "You should tell Y/N, you are in love with her and have been from the start." Lucien shook his head. "She'll get hurt, killed or used against me. Besides better a broken heart then it ripped out of your chest." He punctuated this by plunging his hand in the walker's chest, ripping his heart out. Dropping the heart and the body to the floor. He moved away following you, debating whether to tell you about his feelings.