Obsessed
Braiiness
Freya nodded to Rebekah and continued vomiting. As they went outside, Freya raised her head from the basket, panting. Sweat rolled on her temple. She knew the aftermath of drinking would be very bad she can't just stop. It's just too delicious. When Freya was done, she laid on the bed beside and waited for herself to jump into the world of dreams.
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Klaus sat on a chair. "Human food, really?" Klaus's eyes traveled from Elijah to Mirabelle. "I prefer blood." Klaus leaned on the table, propping his elbows atop the table. "Fresh would be much preferred." He entangled his fingers with each other and glanced at Elijah, "What do you think?" His lips formed a smug smile, "Care for a drink brother?"
(Is Mirabelle here a vampire?)
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Klaus sat on a chair. "Human food, really?" Klaus's eyes traveled from Elijah to Mirabelle. "I prefer blood." Klaus leaned on the table, propping his elbows atop the table. "Fresh would be much preferred." He entangled his fingers with each other and glanced at Elijah, "What do you think?" His lips formed a smug smile, "Care for a drink brother?"
(Is Mirabelle here a vampire?)