Elijah is in Rosseau's looking for Camille, regarding a question about her family archives when he catches sight of a vampire he doesn't recognize. While the Mikaelsons being vampires is the quiet sort of common knowledge - those who need to know, know, and those who don't find ways to ignore it - he hasn't seen a vampire drinking True Blood out in the open in this city before.
Most of the vampires in this city prefer a fresh drink to the kind you get out of a bottle.
He pauses on his path to the bar, hesitating just for a moment, before he turns and makes his approach. His business with Cami can wait until this is addressed.
"You may want to be careful where you drink that. The werewolves of this city are not fond of the vampire community as of late." He raises a finger to his nose. "They can smell the difference between True Blood and tomato juice."
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Most of the vampires in this city prefer a fresh drink to the kind you get out of a bottle.
He pauses on his path to the bar, hesitating just for a moment, before he turns and makes his approach. His business with Cami can wait until this is addressed.
"You may want to be careful where you drink that. The werewolves of this city are not fond of the vampire community as of late." He raises a finger to his nose. "They can smell the difference between True Blood and tomato juice."