Two years have passed since the death of the notorious and feared Klaus Mikaelson, and his twin daughters, Hope and Nicolette, are still trying to move on with their lives at the Salvatore Boarding School. But their lonely lives are going to get com...
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About Ten Minutes Later -The Salvatore Boarding School- (Allison's POV)
Ally: *driving towards the school* Are you okay, Lizzie?
Lizzie: Oh, I'm great. I'm sticky and humiliated, while my step-cousin drives me in my mortal enemy's car. *says sarcastically*
Ally: Well, at least you're not walking. If I were you, I'd be a little more grateful. *drives past the school gates*
Lizzie: The day I'm grateful for Nicole Mikaelson, is the day you can have me committed.
Ally: *sighs, parking by the entrance* Want me to come in with you?
Lizzie: *opening the door* No, go back to your bestie. *slams the door shut and storms off towards the front doors*
I sigh again and drive away, starting to head back into town.
*****
-Alaric's Office- (Alaric's POV)
I was in the middle of my research on the knife, trying to figure out what I was reading. As I take a bite of the green apple on my desk, I hear someone knocking on my office door.
Alaric: Now's not a good time.
Emma: *opens the door and walks into the room* When I was brought on, I was told that counseling was mandatory for everyone at school; by you.
Alaric: I've got things to do. I'm gonna have to, uh...rain check therapy.
Emma: Mm. Is that the knife the dragon was chasing? *sees the surprised look on his face* Dorian never misses his appointments.
Alaric: Yes. And if my translations are correct, whoever wields it has the power to save the world. Or end all life as we know it. It's hard to say. *chuckles* Fourth century Gaulish is tricky.
Emma: Well, in that case, stop cleaning it and destroy the damn thing.
Alaric: Hmm. *grabs the apple on his desk, dropping it in the glass container he had the knife in. *watches the apple start to deteriorate* Hydrochloric acid. I've tried explosives, an acetylene torch, a circular saw. I've even run over it with my truck. And according to legend, it's indestructible. And I'm starting to agree.
Emma: So in addition to father, teacher, mentor, you've also added linguist, slayer of mythical creatures, and demolitions expert to your résumé. That's a lot to take on, especially all by yourself.
