“Die, bloodsucker,” a voice rasped beside him, and Elijah didn’t blink. He shot out his arm; skin and muscles tore under the force of his blow, and his fingers closed around the monster’s wildly racing heart. Elijah crushed it in his hand as he tore it out, savoring the faint gasp of shock that would be the last sound that ever escaped the mort-vivant’s lips.

- The Originals: The Loss, Chapter 12