She said you were born over a thousand years ago, and that your mother was perhaps the first witch? It was quite a bit to process when I'd first arrived, so I must admit that the finer details were lost on me.
( the devil is in those details, but klaus keeps this musing to himself )Yes, our family are legend, as the Originals of the vampire species. About a millenia ago, my mother made my siblings and I immortal. My daughter and I have claim to an even more special ancestry, as I am a hybrid, both werewolf and vampire; and she a tribrid: also a witch.
[ Damn, that does sound familiar now that Klaus says it. Though it all seems like the kind of thing you would read in stories, and never actually meet in real life. And yet here they are. ]
I had thought that to be the case, though I thought perhaps I was misremembering. I had thought the two could not overlap, in the stories, though of course I know very little at all when it comes to the supernatural.
Not a fan of Bürger?( it's a tease, to cite the poem lenore, which if he recalls was quite the rage in england. after all, he's well aware that: )It seems the reality of the supernatural differs greatly, world-to-world. Even in mine, such a mixture of species, despite the existence, was deemed unnatural. Many of the enemies I have mentioned harbor hatred for that very reason.
I am admittedly not one for poetry. Tales of the supernatural seemed rather superfluous, before arriving here.
[ He smirks. He does recall the poem, something to do about death and love, but he'd rather something less... ominous. ]
I am sorry to hear that you were faced with such prejudice. It seems one of the few things all worlds share is a populace committed to despising others for that which is intrinsic to their nature.
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She said you were born over a thousand years ago, and that your mother was perhaps the first witch? It was quite a bit to process when I'd first arrived, so I must admit that the finer details were lost on me.
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I had thought that to be the case, though I thought perhaps I was misremembering. I had thought the two could not overlap, in the stories, though of course I know very little at all when it comes to the supernatural.
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[ He smirks. He does recall the poem, something to do about death and love, but he'd rather something less... ominous. ]
I am sorry to hear that you were faced with such prejudice. It seems one of the few things all worlds share is a populace committed to despising others for that which is intrinsic to their nature.