O Death | firewhiskeyeyes
He watched his family fall, one by one. Davos, Celine, Solomon. He’d thought they’d learn from his mistake. But they were foolish, as he was. More research and perhaps if he hadn't been so confident in himself, things would have went a little different. He would have gotten his revenge without the cost of his family. Without the cost of his life, again. But there was always another way. He’d been brought back again, this time he knew it wasn't the work of his pathetic little followers, he had killed them. His children didn't have half the brain to figure out something like that, only Katherine would. But he wasn't going to set it on her. Nor was he going to even care who brought him back, it was all said and done. He tilted his head back, letting the thick substance run down his throat. The body was drained within minutes, and he tossed it to the side as if it were nothing. It barely savored his hunger. Barely even subdued him in the least. He supposed he should have paid thanks to Ethan, going through all that trouble…well, he did. His gift was death, he sought fit for Ethan. The memory of Ethan’s terror ridden face was fresh in his mind. What did he expect? A thank you? Klaus would take him under his wing? Kiss his feet? There was no fiber in his being that felt an ounce of guilt for massacring his resurrection. They couldn’t have believed that Klaus would readily agree for them to serve. Last thing he needed was a band of newbie vampires running at his feet. What he did need was her. Katherine…his sweet Katherine. He’d watched her over the centuries, she’d believed him to be dead, she was having the time of her pathetic life. Of course he relished in the moments where he’d take the time out of his day to torture her. Yet it never registered in her mind that he was right with her, watching her every move. Perhaps even waiting for the moment to strike as a piece of revenge for her foolishness.