"My sister is, as well. And I should have been," There's a very obvious hint of bitterness in that comment. "But my parents had other ideas. Their intentions were good at the beginning, I s'pose, making my siblings and I vampires to protect us, but it lost it's good points when they decided we were monsters and needed to be abolished."

That's only the tip of the iceberg of the Mikaelson family history, but it's quite the banger of a kick-off.

"It is a bit freeing, innit? I haven't always quite hidden who or what I am, but there is a certain level of discretion that comes inherent with my nature. It all disappears in a place like this."

There's a soft scoff and a shake of his head at her further questions. "Well...they certainly killed the lot they were going for. Being one of the first of my kind, every vampire made by me, or someone in my sire line, was connected to me. Magically linked to my life. So, when I died, so did countless others. Which is what they wanted... it was a complicated mess, they were seeking something and the map to find it could only be completed if the brother murdered enough vampires to do it. Instead of taking the time to do it the old fashioned way, they took the quick route and went after me, got all in one fell swoop."

He shrugs a little and picks at the grass. "I haven't talked much with my sister about what happened after. Dunno how much she knows about that time of events." Given that Freya was probably still in the middle of her last century-long nap and none of them had even known she was still alive at the time. It didn't seem like the sort of thing to go asking her for too many specifics about. Whatever the answers were, they would probably only anger him further, anyway.

"I'll tell you a secret." He leans over to whisper almost conspiratorially, "I was never any good at that part either."