Scarlett sat there in the dream-crafted chair, trying to process everything Lucien had just told her. The implications made her head spin, and she found herself staring at his unnaturally perfect features as she tried to make sense of it all,
"So..." she started slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Were you one of them? One of the thirteen original soldiers?" Her eyes lit up with curiosity. "Like the first vampires in all those movies? Like umm vampire diaries was it? oh wait Originals right?"
Lucien shook his head, his white hair catching the strange light of the dreamscape in a way that made it look almost alive. "No, I wasn't among the originals. I came much later, during the 1900s." Seeing the confusion written across her face, he elaborated, "I was turned during that time period.
