Bites and Bloodlines - Caroline Forbes

Trust

Druella enjoyed the swift control that she managed to have over the town, it was her nature to be kind somewhat to the townsfolk. They had adjusted to her, it was quite welcoming, if anything, she even managed to find a quant little diner. 

The Mystic Grill, not the best food, but sometimes, even royalty couldn't be choosers. Now, she was here, discussing plans with a Prince and one of her brother's first gifted werewolves. 

Louis Durand.

"I swear if you weren't such a glutton I would have thrown you out on your arse, Lou." Druella muttered as one of the few Princes her brother gifted territory to smiled as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. 

"I apologize. It's not to often I get a phone call. I've been hankering for a bite a while now. So excuse me that I'm enjoying what time I have in this lovely town, Ella." With a mouthful of burger, Lou only sighed into his seat as he took a sip of his milkshake. 

Such a child, Druella thought. If one saw him now, they'd honestly think he was an adopted brother she found on the side of the road instead of the victim he was a mere few centuries past. 

It was honestly a sobering thought for Ella as she wondered if time with her brother had made them unaware of all the lives they had saved. They may have saved some, but it did not mean with all their years they had caused destruction. 

Being a guardian is merely a step sometimes. 

"Yes, I'm sure. Are you ready? My brother is not one for tardiness, including you. I'd rather not have another situation like we did in france, it was a surprise that coven let you out of their sights. Seeing as you had a child with their leader." Smirking, Ella rustled out a few bills as the two of them soon felt the approaching thrill of another. 

An ancient like them, but seeing as Leilana was with her wolves at the mansion. 

Ella only tossed a soft smile to the approaching figures of Niklaus and Elijah Mikaelson. The two seemed to be on their best behaviour, though considering the shared history it was fun to see them act different. 

"Druella and Louis. A pleasure, are you here for the festivties? It is strange. I never thought I would see you here again." That whispery tone, like he were forgetful did bother her about Elijah. 

Though he were noble, perhaps even as the witches proclaimed him the Stag. His antlers were as judgemental and ruthless as his ill family. 

It is where she and her brother differed, they, the Werewolves had purpose. These vampires were leeches, common parasites trying to echo their hard work in times past. 

"Is it a pleasure truly? Last time I recall, I was made to see that you hated us, Niklaus. Seeing what we can do to your sirelines. Would you like to test that?" Louis shot out of his seat and Niklaus growled, both their eyes hued a deep amber but only Louis' seemed to glow brighter...

"Trouble? I wonder how strong is your pack. Your eyes, they're as bright as a candle in a dark hallway. So little, so uninspired, I wonder, do you still cry at the sound of a whip boy?" The shot had been fired as Niklaus wrestled past Elijah before Druella growled. 

Her eyes were as bright as the sun itself, burning and deep with anger as her face seemed to morph between beauty and beast. For a moment, everyone was silent. 

The trouble of waking up Druella was knowing when they had best stop. 

"Elijah. To what do me and mine owe to your interuption? We have a busy day ahead of us, and you know us wolves, we do get peckish at times of the night." Druella softly warned the noble one as she stood herself straight, the voice of her brother echoing into her head.