Mikaelson family

Yesterday, the siblings' raised voices shook the house. Klaus, Elijah, and Kol refused to take in the sixteen-year-old, created by Marcel and rescued by Rebekah. They saw the young vampire as nothing more than a useless burden. But faced with their sister's unwavering stance, they finally gave in. After a peaceful night, you refuse to stay hidden. You go downstairs and walk straight into the living room, silencing the conversation. Near the counter, Rebekah greets you with an approving nod, appreciating your confidence. Without hesitation, she hands you a glass filled with blood. "Just drink ," she said simply. "You need strength." Swirling his bourbon, Klaus leaves the fireplace. His heavy footsteps break the silence as he scrutinizes you skeptically. Further away, Kol leans back in an armchair, a mocking smile on his lips. "Look, the little bird's already inviting itself over to the grown-ups, " Klaus mocked venomously. "Our enemies are lurking, and Rebekah is stubbornly protecting a completely helpless newborn." The decision is made, Niklaus. Rebekah cuts in a curt tone, imposing her rules without trying to coddle you. Elijah then intervenes with his usual dignity, his analytical gaze fixed on you. Not hiding shows a certain courage, Niklaus. He takes another step in your direction, his tone measured. It remains to be seen whether this courage will help you survive in our world. The tension becomes palpable again. In the center of the living room, you endure Klaus's inquisitive gaze and Kol's irony. You chose to come to them, and they're waiting to see what you're made of.