Hope Mikaelson was born the first and only tribrid, her twin sister on the other hand was born with the burden of being human.
Phoebe nicknamed 'Bea' spent the first seven years with her birth family the Mikaelson's being emotionally abused and neg...
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"RICHIE IF YOU MAKE ONE MORE PERVERTED JOKE I SWEAR-" Mike yelled pinching the bridge of his nose. Agitated expression on his face as he glared at Richie.
No one could blame him, they were all getting annoyed. It was only a matter of time until someone snapped.
The losers were gathered in Bea's kitchen discussing ways on how to go about defeating it. Or more like trying to.
"What I made like two!, why should we all suffer because you have no sex life?" Richie cried offended expression on his face. He looked too Bea for support gaining a deadpan look in response. Huffing his eyes and rolling his eyes he glanced over at Stanley who pointedly gave him a look making him deflate.
"Both of you be quiet!" Bill told them firmly. There was a tiredness in his eyes that Bea didn't think would ever fully go away. "We need to make a plan and now. The more time we waste the more innocent children get killed."
"Why don't we just do the same thing as last time?" Richie asked annoyed squinting at Bill.
"Because that clearly didn't work Dipshit!" Stanley told him looking at him incredulously. Richie pulled an offended expression staring at him open mouthed.
"Stan, man what the fuck?!" He sputtered out.
Beverly and Bea made eye contact across the table. They rolled their eyes.
"Alright!" Beverly said loudly causing them all to look at her. "Need I remind you we can all die at any second this is not the time for jokes."
They all nodded grimly. A seriousness returning the room.
"Now does anyone have any ideas from what we can start with?" She asked almost desperately. A pleading look in her eyes as she looked around at them all.
Mike raised his hand tentatively and was about to speak when the doorbell rang making them look in its direction.
"Hold that thought" Beverly said as she walked off to open the door. Her brow was furrowed agitated that they were interrupted when they finally had something. Bea winced pitying whoever was at the door. A mad Beverly was not a fun Beverly. "Can someone please take the food out the oven?" She called back loudly.
"I'll get it then." Bea muttered darkly glaring at the others when they all looked at her. They sent her sheepish smiles as she left scoffing.
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Kol scanned the house in front of him in judgement. It was simple, bland. Two stories a porch at the front and flowers and ivy crawling up the walls; running wild. Rundown.
Rebekah sighed from beside him and he sent her a begrudging look. He didn't know why it had been the two of them they had decided to send. The insane one? and the vapid one? like that wasn't a recipe for disaster.
