On the contrary, I often squander it. [ the reply is accompanied with a smile, something twisted, with the promise of a bite. daniel is right, after all: he is paranoid. he is ruthless. he doesn't trust.

his lips fall into a line the moment he's finished talking; the amusement in his eyes is replaced with a void of violent and shrewd perception. it takes just as long for his hand to shoot up and and crush dan's throat, his fingers to grasp his neck. truly his mistake was mentioning rebekah. it's half the reason klaus enjoys whatever sputters and chokes follow. his pupils dilate. ] You will do as I say. Nothing more, nothing less. You serve me. But I will give you credit. Your ambition is something to behold.

Clean this up and make sure no one sees you. Get rid of the bloodstains. Burn them if you have to. Never think of them again. I was never here. [ the corner of his lips twitch. ] This night didn't happen.

[ bye dan. whoosh. ]