Kol and Katharine
Kol held up his hands playfully. "Oh, my bad, love. Poisonous bitch queen then," he replied with a smirk. Though, he was rather pleased he'd managed to get a laugh out of her. "Though, to be honest, I'm not sure the 'queen' means much here. Given the circumstances and all." There were other royals here too.
The vampire's expression sobered and he nodded. "Yes. I had to die to complete the spell which turned me into a vampire. However, that is because I am the first of my kind. My siblings and I are the original vampire family. Any vampires made afterwards don't involve magic, just a blood transaction and death." Death was always part of the equation for a vampire even after the transition.
At her words, Kol nodded. "I say that is a wise choice. We don't know what could happen if I feed from you so there is no point in risking it." And Davina would not be a fan of Kol returning to Stroma or wherever poisoned.
"Let's do it." Kol entered the first house. The door was already bashed in. The vampire started towards the bedrooms and immediately started digging through the closet for anything that could possibly fit him.