C4

The departure of White Dew had no effect on Klaus, for whom prey was everywhere and inexhaustible.

When he left home, he didn't want to lead a carefree life.

Having lived too freely and recklessly, Klaus had forgotten something seemingly very important.

"What, that damned Klaus is missing again?!" Elijah glanced at his beloved sister helplessly. She was still in high spirits even though she was thousands of years old.

Rebecca was so angry that her long golden hair was about to explode. That damned hybrid … Klaus! Rebecca didn't even bother to mention his name, but their brother Elijah cared about him.

Rebecca, as a family, knew their personalities better than anyone. With a pervert like Klaus, there would naturally be angels like Elijah, whose beloved brother Elijah had attempted to save that damned beast more than once in a thousand years.

It had taken them hundreds of years to settle down. Recently, with the departure of that damned bastard, they had heard rumors about the great half-breed Klaus.

For a thousand years, their brother, Klaus, had caused a lot of trouble. To them, no, to Rebecca, Klaus was a troublemaker.

But Elijah and Rebecca knew perfectly well that they were family, that they were sworn family.

The family of an eternal life, they all belonged to the ancestral vampire family.

Rebecca's shoulder-length blond hair danced in the wind like flames. She looked out of the car and frowned incomprehensible.

In the end, they had come back to New Orleans, a city that was lost in memory.

Klaus led them back to their original home, the French Quarter in New Orleans.

"New Orleans is beautiful, isn't it, Mylittlemaster?" Elijah gently turned his head to look at the woman driving the carriage. His voice was tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

Sunlight shone from behind Rebecca, and her blond hair shone like the most beautiful gold leaf in all of time. His sister, dressed in the simplest white t-shirt and jeans, looked like a princess who had just run out of a lavish ball.

Rebecca seemed to ignore him, one hand out of the car, as if trying to feel the warmth of the sun again, her golden hair floating in the chilly wind, which Elijah thought must be warmer than the sun for those who loved her.

Time, so far, so long.

Over a long period of time, their faces and growth had condensed into eternity. His younger sister, despite her youth and invincible appearance, was already more than a thousand years old.

"Is it beautiful?" She gave Elijah a cold look. She didn't want to go back to this place, their old home. "We destroyed New Orleans," she said.

This place, now New Orleans, was strange and boring to her.

She wouldn't have come back at all if it hadn't been for Elijah.

However, Klaus had carried them back, and once again his willfulness caused trouble everywhere … So Elijah, their great, noble, and kind brother, had to follow him back and bring her reluctant sister with him.