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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-Rousseau's- (Nicole's POV)
Pretty soon, we arrive in New Orleans, parking outside of Rousseau's. I smile as I get out of mine and Hope's car, looking around at the scenery I loved so much.
Nicole: Home sweet home. *shuts the car door*
Richie: So, *gets out of the car* you gonna tell us why we're at Rousseau's and not dumping Sienna's body in the swamp? *shuts the driver's door*
Nicole: I texted Logan and told him to meet us here. *hears Richie groan in annoyance and looks at him as the three of them walk towards the front doors* I know you don't like him, but he's my hybrid and I need him to do something.
Richie: He's a dick and he's constantly flirting with you.
Nicole: He's a good soldier and does what I tell him.
Richie: You sound just like your dad.
Tell me something I don't know. We walk through the front doors and it was like nothing had changed, since the last time I was here. As we go towards the bar counter, I hear a familiar voice call out to me.
Logan: There she is!
I turn my head and see Logan, my first hybrid in command, sitting at the counter as he drank a glass of bourbon.
Logan: smiles mischievously at me, "Nicole Mikaelson, the most beautiful sire a hybrid can ask for.
Nicole: Hello, Logan. *sits down on the empty stool beside him*
Logan: *looks at the man behind the bar* Bartender, please get Miss Mikaelson her usual. *looks back at her* So, where's your treacherous ex?
Nicole: In my trunk.
Logan: *grins* Classic.
Nicole: Look, Logan. I need you to get some information on this. *takes off her backpack, reaching inside and taking out the mysterious knife that all these monsters were after, making Kaleb's and Richie's eyes widen*
Kaleb: Woah, you stole that?
Nicole: *ignores him* Take it to Vincent and see if he knows anything about this knife. A bunch of monsters have been after this and we think someone...or something is sending them.
Logan: *takes the knife* I'll get back to you with the deets by nightfall. *hides the knife in his blazer*
The bartender comes back over and sets a tall glass of sweet iced tea in front of me and I smile "thank you" at him as I take a sip. Headmaster Saltzman wasn't getting anywhere with the knife, so I'll give him a hand. Even though I'm so getting in trouble for this.
