Masters of Deceit | The Originals

Prologue

"Come on, man! Don't tell me you still aren't over him yet?" Your sister, twin sister in fact, whined out loudly in annoyance.

Thud!

And that was just the sound of her dropping the fresh dead body she previously fed from to satisfy her empty vampire stomach.

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That's (S/n) Mikaelson, an original species, particularly a vampire. As mentioned before, she is your twin sister. You two are around the same age as Niklaus is, with the exception of you being a minute older than her.
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"Loyalty is a terrible thing, (S/n). That would explain why I'm still the same." You said, holding back a laugh at your stupidly serious tone. Who knew acting as your noble brother would make you look overly silly? And maybe weird as well.

Serious and stoic definitely wasn't your style at all. And let's say you weren't the only one who knew about that.

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On the other hand, that's you. (Y/n) Mikaelson, the second hybrid next to his brother, Niklaus Mikaelson.
The twins are both adopted.
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"Please, in the name of all that is holy, don't ever try that again." She fake gagged, shaking her head afterwards.

You cleared your throat, a smirk etching it's way to your face as her expression morphed into the look of horro.

"Brother, please don't-"

"As much as I'm relieved that you've stopped imitating our dearest brother now, I still wanna know why, after all the guys and girls you've met, you still show no sign of disinterest towards that...monster of a man. I mean, there are a lot more guys for you to pick on, eat, even. So why?"

By the time she had finished, your laughter had died down and all that was left behind was a sly smile.

"Well..."

You darted your eyes everywhere but hers, your smile turning into a smirk as you leaned on your chair and tilted your head.

"Don't know, probably because we're both hybrids."

She sighed, deadpanning at you. "I mean, why are you still in love with him after those...one thousand years of watching him fall for someone else, murder someone, lost even more of his humanity, and- god, the list could go on."

You made a face, as if you, yourself was confused as well.

"Uh, because he doesn't dagger me unlike you guys?"

"Yeah, but that's because- unlike us, you're legitimately one of the most purehearted people I know!" She pouted, glancing on the floor for a brief moment. "Kinda makes me wonder where I got my genes from, actually."

You blinked.

"I'm sorry, but are you still that dense to realize I'm still capable of moving on?"

She gawked at you in utter disbelief. "How am I supposed to think about that right now when you just downright admitted you're still in love with our bloody brother?!"

"For crying out loud, it was just a joke." You grunted, and you swore you just saw her eyes bulge out of her sockets.

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Incest is a definite no-go for me, dude. I realized that when I was twelve."

"But then like, that was one thousand years ago!"

"Meaning I've been messing with you for the past nine hundred years."

She was practically fuming, and that alone almost made you explode into laughter.

"You son of a-"

"What can I say? I'm quite the actor." You smirked.

Ring, ring

"Hm?"

(S/n) groaned. "Who could that be interrupting our oh-so precious bonding time?"

Reaching a hand in your pocket, you fished out your phone and opened it to see who was calling you.

You sighed through your nose. "It's Rebekah."

(S/n) tilted her head. "Rebekah? Why would she be calling us?"

"To kick your ass for stealing her makeup, probably." You replied, smiling a little in amusement at the thought. "I'd pay to see that."

At this point, she didn't know what to find NOT amusing anymore. So she just went along with it.

"Honestly? At this point, I'd pay to see that too."

You smirked. "Yeah, yeah. But first, let's see what she needs."

That said, you swiped your phone and placed it next to your ear. "Hello, Rebekah. Is something the matter?"

(S/n) groaned. "Brother, I told you to stop talking like—"

Her sentence went unfinished as soon as she saw your smile falter, your gaze dropping to the floor after hearing what Rebekah said.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?"

And those cursed words, were "We're in trouble."

"What?"