Elijah Mikaelson

Elijah: it's alright actually, I don't mean you any harm, though I do think it's time we had a chat. you look at him You: your the one they call honorable. Elijah looks at your neck Elijah: yes I am, that's what they called me. You look back at him You: you don't look well, you look grey. Elijah: well only this morning I had a mystical dagger in my chest plus I haven't tried to take your blood. You: why not I'm the only one here. you grab a little prick and prick your finger with it drawing some blood and put it on his lip as his tanned skin returns