I would have preferred not to kill anyone. Even if they did deserve it.

[ Elijah makes a face. He's never been one to dirty his hands. Not directly, anyway. Now he's a vampire though, he'll likely have to adjust to being, well... a monster. But he never thought of his brother a anything other than his brother, so it shouldn't take too difficult to adjust. He may not have a mate, but he does have his twin brother.

Instinctually, he knows things are different. Perhaps being around his brother won't be a problem, he seems to have a good amount of control around him, but that's only because his brother is safe. He'd no sooner attack him than he'd attack himself. But if he's hungry and accidentally hurts someone, it'll be quite the blow to his image. Not that being a vampire would help.

He's sure he can invent something to make this better—he's created life, this won't be a problem. But in order to make it work, he'll have to accept the fact that he probably can't go outside anymore. And while his fangs aren't poking his lips anymore, he remembers what it felt like, to sink his fangs into his brother... ]

Yes, long sleeves and hats, I'll finally look like a hipster.

[ He may be due for another panic attack, but he's trying his best. ]