He had never understood funerals. When he was still human the dead were honored but it was clear that their death had been for a reason or because of fate and people didn't dwell after their dead. Today's society was never confronted with death anymore which made it so difficult for people to say goodbye and to let the dead rest in peace. He had never mourned anybody. The people that had died in his life where either not memorable or had tried to steal his own life away. His father, his mother, his brother Finn the list of people he had once cared about that had passed away was short. Most people he had seen dying he had killed himself and he had felt an insatiable hunger to kill them. Something had been given to him already as a child. The knowledge that you would only survive if you were willing to put your life above everybody else's was branded into his brain.
This was the way he had survived so many centuries. He had sacrificed lives to save his own, to make a statement or sometimes simply out of the pleasure of being this powerful. He had never felt remorse. Even the moment he had killed his hybrids he had only felt the slightest regret. They were so fascinating creatures the way they obeyed all his rules and just couldn't live without a leader. To his dismay and to their misfortune they had chosen his futile first hybrid over him. He had paid him back with so many souls that were no gone from this earth.
He looked down at the funeral again. People were mourning. He didn't feel anything. Maybe he wasn't a changed man after all. Maybe he was still as cold and as power hungry as he had always been. There were flowers everywhere. He would have chosen different for a funeral. If he had planned it but of course nobody knew about his involvement and he was sure nobody would ever know. If he had been planning a funeral he would have chosen blue flowers and not white ones. Blue like the heaven on a dreary cold winter night in the cold northern times when he was still living. He smiled inside although his face kept its serious expression. Caroline would have scolded him and told him that some things were simply tradition and that he had no right to pretend to know everything. The smile in him vanished as fast as it had appeared. He turned around and left the spot from where he had been watching. He had nothing to do here and he knew it. He had a witch to hunt and he knew exactly which lineage he was looking for.