Kol

Elena knows this must be a game for me, yet she wants to keep playing. Who am I to deny her such delights?

"I don't need to trust," she says.

To say my attention has been peaked is an understatement. This girl, she's got some spice, it's quite entertaining.

"And why is that?" I ask.

She looks at me and places her hands on my cheek. Her hands a dainty but warm with purity and light. Qualities I would never possess. The contact of her skin ignited my nerves.

"I guess we all can have secrets," she whispers.

Then, I watch as Elena walks away and I proceed to leave the grounds of our Berkshire estate.

Honestly, I love it here. The weather's beautiful and the air smells fresh like pine.

So I walk to the center of town. It takes me a while but the walk is worth it. See I may be unemotional but I can appreciate beauty. Windsor Castle is located here, I remember dancing with the royal family and parties back then. The town now is different. Some of the buildings still have the rich architecture I remember while others are modernized. Shame really how culture is becoming less and less apparent in many places.

Walking the cement sidewalk I scan the town. The square is filled with tourists. At least my accent assimilates me with the locals. Although I guess I technically am a local.

I inhale the sweet savory scent of a cornish pasty. A local food vendor is set up directly to my right. I rummage through my pockets and realize I have no money. Why would I? I've been in a box for nearly a hundred years.

"Hello sir, I'll take two please," I say.

"That will four pounds," the old man informs me.

I place my right hand on his shoulder and look directly into his eyes. His pupils dilated. "It will be free," I instruct him.

He hands me two cornish pasties and continues touring the town. Taking a bite of the warm cornish pasty the sensational taste. It's absolutely delicious. However, the delight of the taste reminds me of how tasty human blood is. Drinking the wine at the table was embarrassing. We should be feasting on kings - straight from the vain. Yet ridiculous excuse for a brother decided to not allow humans to enter our home. No servants waiting on us. What does he expect from me? To wash the dishes. I suppose Elena could be my new little maid. But something tells me Elijah will protest.

Oh well.

I follow young women into an alleyway behind a local restaurant. She looks so appetizing. I speed to her stopping right in front of her pathway. The woman, probably in her mid-30's jumps. She's startled.

"Can I help you?" she asks me in an abrupt tone.

Without responding, I penetrate her neck with my fangs and suck. She tries to scream, but I compel her to shut her damn mouth. Blood is like a drug to me. Before I know it, I've sucked her dry. And so, I throw her lifeless body into a dumpster. Wiping my hands, on my jeans I walk away.

So much for a low profile.

I know I am free to leave but something is telling me to remain in the town. I can't put my finger on what it is but's it's quite compelling.

I glance into the shop windows. Fashion has changed since the last time I was around. What's the deal with these jeans. Rebekah gave me some pairs but they're very uncomfortable and tight. I don't see a reason for this type of material.

After a while I check my watch and see that it's almost dinner time, I've been walking around for hours. It's just peaceful and I don't dislike the solitude. Sometimes my siblings can get a bit irritating.

I head back to the estate. God, it's a beautiful home. One I have cherished. I think, out of all the places my siblings and I have resided in, we can collectively agree this was the best. Most of us have nothing but content memories. Of course, Elijah being the exception at the end of our residency.

"You made it just in time. We ordered Chinese," Klaus informs me.

Despite Klaus locking me in a box, he's probably my favorite sibling. We agree on certain extracurricular activities the others find beneath them. However, I have not forgotten the daggered me for so long. I remember it like yesterday because for me it was just that.

I follow Klaus into the dining room, everyone else is already seated and we dig into the bowls. Chinese, it's incredible really. Noodles, and egg rolls. Food may be my greatest weakness.

Elena sits diagonally from me. As fragile as ever.

"Did you have a nice visit to town?" my sister asks me.

"It was lovely Rebekah," I smile.

If only they knew I don't plan on being in this city for long. Because it's not their care. I have a family who, if I left at this very moment, wouldn't give a crap. Maybe that's okay. Maybe that prevents me from getting hurt. Because attachment leads to heartbreak and that's the one thing about me that cannot heal.

We finish dinner and I head to the media room. I remember where it is from the house tour Rebekah gave me this morning. I thought the room was unique. A whole room dedicated to the laziness of humanity. All this technology is insane. Society has evolved more in the time I've been asleep than the 900 years I've been alive.

The black couch is comfortable. I sit on it, sinking into the cushions. Rebekah showed me how to turn on the big black screen but I don't recall. So I just sit here, and ponder how I can make this stay a little more entertaining.