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Lilith [voiceover]:
My siblings and I are the first vampires in history—the Originals. Three hundred years ago, we called New Orleans home. Now, we've returned, drawn back by a witch who seeks to use my brother Klaus' unborn child as leverage in a brewing war. But Klaus' insatiable thirst for power has driven a wedge between us, turning brother against brother and leaving our family more fractured than ever before. With Elijah's return, we stand at a crossroads. Can we set aside our differences to face this new threat together, or will our blood be the final thing that destroys us?

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The Plantation

The morning light filtered softly through the grand windows of the plantation house, casting elongated shadows across the room. The air inside was heavy, thick with the scent of blood, power, and tension that had simmered beneath the surface for centuries. Klaus and Elijah sat across from one another in the living room, each absorbed in their own separate worlds. Klaus, ever the brooding figure, was deeply immersed in A Poison Tree by William Blake. He turned the pages slowly, though his mind seemed to wander far beyond the poetry, his fingers tracing the words with an intensity that suggested more than just literary engagement. Elijah, on the other hand, read from one of their mother's grimoires, his expression unreadable as he scanned the pages, searching for answers—or perhaps for a way to undo the knots of their past.

Meanwhile, Lilith, sitting near the large mirror, was grinning at her reflection, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over the fabric of the clothes the designers had laid out for her. They were fitting her for something new—something more fitting for her presence in this world, as she continued to reclaim what had been lost. The room hummed with a strange sense of detachment as classical music played softly in the background. A dead girl lay still on the coffee table, her neck punctured by vampire fangs, her life extinguished too soon. Her blood stained the surface beneath her, a reminder of the dark lives they led.

Rebekah was the first to break the silence, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she entered the room. and her expression was marked by a mix of frustration and disbelief.

"So, this is how you spend your first time all together as a family?" she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "A vampire book club?"

Lilith, without missing a beat, glanced up at her reflection in the mirror, her grin widening as she smoothed the fabric of her new attire. "One: we're not all together. Two: I'm not reading,"

Klaus barely looked up from his book, his voice casual but laced with a note of superiority."Reading edifies the mind, sister. Isn't that right, Elijah?" He teased, his tone playful but sharp.

"Yes, quite right, Niklaus," Elijah replied, his attention still firmly on the grimoire in his hands. It was clear he wasn't interested in the conversation, at least not in the way Rebekah wanted.

Rebekah, growing more frustrated, gestured dramatically to the dead girl on the table. "And what's this?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the body.

Klaus hesitated for a moment, as though searching for a way to explain. "This is a..." He paused, then smirked. "Peace offering."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "Peace offering?" she echoed, clearly unimpressed.

"I assumed, after so much time rotting in a coffin, my big brother might be a bit peckish," Klaus added, the smirk never leaving his lips.

Elijah sighed and looked over at Klaus, his face contorted in distaste. "And I explained to my little brother that forgiveness cannot be bought," he said, his voice cool and measured. "I'd rather see a change in behavior that suggests contrition and personal growth."