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THE WOODS (SOMEWHERE IN NEW ORLEANS) later that evening
LIKEANY OTHER NIGHT in New Orleans, it was as calming as it was ominous. Niklaus and Rebekah Mikaelson, however, remained unfazed by the apparent disturbing atmosphere as they braved the woods. Nature at night made a perfect scene for all things foreboding, with the sound of crickets and the occasional creak, the towering oaks certainly felt as though they had eyes. Being Originals meant they had had their fair share of sinister nights, and the darkness was more comforting than something to be feared.
The hybrid was stuck on the memory of his conversation with Rosalie a few hours prior. The sight of her frustration, her fear, was enough to drive him to feel infuriated himself. If he found out who even dared to mess with her...
It didn't matter if they were dead or alive, he'd bring hell to their door.
He was overjoyed that Rosalie was finally talking to him again, and it's the only good thing that happened the entire evening. A couple of idiots were messing with the peace in the city, sending humans to slit themselves to provoke the vampires. The plan worked, and it was only a matter of seconds before chaos ensued. Fortunately, Rosalie had already left the compound when the bloodshed happened.
His grip on the ribbons grew tight, knuckles pale enough to contrast its scarlet colorㅡthe shade, combined with that velvety texture, was a fabric he was all too familiar with. It was after all, from a dress he had chosen and bought for her. A dress that had been the last thing she wore a hundred years ago. If his suspicions were right, there would be hell to pay for who was responsible.
"Are you alright, Nik?" Rebekah peered at her brother, noticing his stony expression. "I already told you, she's completely fine. Besides, Kol's with them. Probably enjoying their sleepover far too much."
The mention of their eccentric brother only put him further on edge. The young Mikaelson had some reckless tendencies, as proven by their lengthy history as siblings. Rosalie was kind to the core, and she had already befriended Kol, trusting him at some level. Klaus didn't want to be assumptious, but it wasn't exactly a good combination.
With Elijah cleaning the mess and investigating the compound alongside Marcel and Persephone, it wasn't like there was anyone else to be trusted with Rosalie's protection. As usual, Rebekah was being stubborn. She insisted on coming with him this time, and he didn't have an answer why.
"He better keep an eye out." The hybrid grumbled, dodging an extended branch with a careless swipe that was probably harsher than required.
The blonde followed her brother, sighing at his rotten mood. "We both know he'd hate himself if anything happened to her."
