Once school had come to an end, Hope quickly returned to her room to catch up on some homework while the twins roamed the halls, on their way to their parent's office. But they happened to come across the two vampires and Raf.
"Well, well, well," Lizzie chuckled with no humour. "If it isn't the tacky trio."
"Hey, Lizzie," MG respectfully greeted and Kaleb rolled his eyes.
"Seriously, man?" He shook his head with disappointment. "You can do so much better."
"So much better," Raf pipped in, slapping hands with Kaleb. MG completely ignored them and kept his eyes on Lizzie.
"What did you just say to me?" Her anger was specifically directed towards Raf. His skin started to bead with pebbles of sweat and he began to itch. His body hair started to rapidly grow against his arm and Raf growled with anger under his breath. "There, I guess we can call you a real wolf now."
"What the hell are you doing to me, you crazy witch bitch?"
"Crazy witch bitch? I'll show you crazy witch bitch—" Lizzie was saying but Josie interrupted with a tug against her sister's arm.
"Lizzie, it's not worth it. We need to get you in time with your session with mom," she reminded hurriedly. Lizzie allowed herself to get dragged but she didn't fail to give the three of them the evil eye.
Kaleb snorted and waved. "That's right, witch bitch. Go to therapy."
*
Night had fallen quickly and after the exhausting day of having Dorian privately teach him the regular mundane classes, Landon started to regret accepting to come to the school. It was obvious he didn't fit in. He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong. Where did he go from being the orphan boy to being the trophy case at a school for supernatural students? Even laying in his room, small tinglings of fear shot up his body, terrified that a vampire would burst in to bleed him dry or a werewolf would knock down his door to break his spine for looking at them wrong. And a witch...well the only witch on his mind was Hope Mikaelson. He supposed she wasn't technically just a witch but no matter what she was, he felt safe around her. Safer than he was with Raf, safer than he had his entire life and he couldn't explain it.
Eventually, he dozed off, the scent of her rosemary hair floating him away from his concerns. Except his dreams weren't of the beautiful tribrid goddess. Landon seemed to be in midnight blue darkness, small white stars flickering around him. The dark blue smoke made it hard to see but in the distance, he spotted a faint pulsating book. He tried to blink to see clearly but he could only identify the silver border and the golden pages.
*
The first couple weeks flew by so quick and Hope, Landon and Mason all settled into the school comfortably. Mason and Kaura had the typical awkward hate stamina while Hope tried to keep pace with the rest of the class, academically, physically and magically. As for Landon, there weren't any more accidents that involved him being a walking blood bag. Although, his vivid dream of the bronze book was getting more drastic as the days trickled by, revealing a feminine body, a cemetery, a silver cloak. He even started to wake up in places that weren't his room. He didn't notice but each time he was getting closer to Hope's chambers.
Regardless, today was a different day. Kaura knew this as she woke up and she dreaded it. Gameday. One of the rare times they were allowed to interact with the town, specifically the local students. She opened the door out her room and her frown increased instantly when she spotted Mason standing in front of the door with his usual brooding smirk. "Go away, I don't even want to know why you're here, just leave."
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The Young and Gifted
Fanfiction"𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠'𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪?" Daughters to the most dangerous family, Kaura Bennett Parker and Hope Mikaelson must navigate through the teenage challenges at the Salvat...