Arabelle's dark blue eyes slowly fluttered open, slowly sitting up in the open coffin.

"So sleeping beauty finally awakens?"

Her eyes snapped to the corner of the room, staring at Klaus Mikaelson, who was sitting on the table watching his younger sister

"Nik?"

She asked, her voice raspy and confusion spreading across her face but quickly fading into anger. Before Klaus could tell what had happened she was in front of him,

"You daggered me."

Arabelle snarled, her mind registering what had happen less than nine hundred years ago, her voice getting raspier as her throat started burning.

"Now now, Arabelle. Calm down, love."

"Screw you Nik."

Arabelle started coughing, before Klaus plunged a dagger in her thigh, causing Arabelle to fall to her knees.

"Didn't know you knew how to be so mean, Belle. You're usually much sweeter than this." He mused, crouching down to her level.

"You know, if you're willing to help me I'll give you all the blood you want."

Arabelle stared emotionless at him, "Blood?" The word was foreign to the youngest original.

"Anastasia, bring the girl out."

Klaus demanded, still staring at his sister.

Arabelle's head snapped to the right, the sweet sicking smell of fresh blood making her taste buds go in overdrive, thirsting for the blood from the small teenager. She was usually different than this, but blood made her into the monster she truly was. It made her no better than Niklaus. Or at least this one. The one she once knew would never hurt his younger sister, much less their family. 'Always & Forever' but, that ended along time ago. That Nik wasn't here anymore.