for over a thousand years, she has been on the run. she's gone through many names and different appearcances. now, she was astrid lockwood. tyler lockwood's '20-year old cousin' that bill forbes called to help with the male's sire problems.
but once...
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astrid woke up to a thought. not her thought, but the annoying yapping dog that kept licking her face.
what the hell do you want, nick? an eye shut astrid asked as she grabbed the pillow the dog was sitting on and tried to smother herself with it.
the mikaelson ball is tonight. we have to get ready.
we?
were you planning on leaving me!? the blonde tribrid opened her eyes and smiled at her dog, who lightly slapped her with his paw. i'm ignoring that. i already drew a bath, though i think i hear the water overflowing.
nick jumps off the bed and runs towards the bathroom that was inside astrid's room. she rolls her eyes as she walks inside the bathroom, not saying anything as her 500-year old dog turns off the faucet to the tub using his butt.
looking at herself in the mirror, astrid suddenly remembers the events of last night (the events she tried blocking out by getting drunk). seeing klaus again—seeing the entire mikaelson family, for that matter—and telling damon about the truth of 1863.
now is not the time for a pity-party, astrid. i need a bath. nick says as he arrogantly jumps into the tub—through some plastic stairs astrid bought a while back.
astrid lets out a sigh as she kneels down the tub and rubs shampoo all over the thick brown hair of nicholas, the long-lived dog.
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as nick was drying over on the couch, astrid was raiding the salvatore alcohol stash. if she was actually going to this ball, she needed a drink or two. damon and stefan already went, not that she's actually seen the latter since last night.
"i'm in a crisis!" caroline forbes shouted as she entered the boarding house. astrid almost drops the bottle of bourbon as she makes eye contact with the frustrated looking vampire. "i need a dress. also, seriously? i'm pretty sure they're serving alcohol there."
astrid shrugged. "the mikaelsons are probably serving champagne. i need something stronger," she said as she took a large gulp before walking towards the stairs, "i have the perfect dress for you, caroline."
intrigued, caroline followed astrid to her room. there, three outfits were laid unto the bed. the one on the right, was a black sleeveless dress. the one on the left was a black pant-suit. all of them perfectly suiting someone like astrid.
but the one in the middle was what caught the attention of the forbes vampire. it was a blue dress with a sweetheart neckline. astrid noticed the look on caroline's face and smiled, "i take you found the dress you came here for?"
"it's... beautiful, astrid," caroline said before shaking her head out of her daze. "i knew you would have had a great collection of dresses, considering how well you dress, but this is just... perfect. where'd you get it from? or, when? was it given by some prince?"
