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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Night 1 -The Bayou- (Nicole's POV)
Pretty soon, it was nighttime and Richie, Kaleb, and I were pulling up into a cemetery near the bayou. After parking the car, we all got out and Kaleb went over to the trunk, opening it. I watch as he helps Gregory, who was now awake and weak, out of the trunk, dragging him over to me. He drops him in front of me and I smirk at the fear in his eyes.
Nicole: *rips the duct tape off his lips* Have a nice nap?
Gregory: *breathes heavily* Let's just get this over with.
Nicole: *chuckles wickedly* Oh, you want this to be swift? *crouches down, staring into his eyes* I'm not giving you the relief of that. You don't deserve mercy.
A couple seconds later, we hear footsteps coming towards us and soon see Logan walking over, carrying the knife in his hand.
Logan: Oh, such a lovely place you chose to kill your ex again, Nicole.
Richie: *rolls his eyes* Did you get any info on the knife?
Logan: Vincent couldn't give me much, only a word it's related to.
Kaleb: What's the word?
Logan: Malivore.
Nicole: *looks back at Gregory* Is that what brought you back?
Gregory: *coughs, growing weaker* I don't know what bloody brought me back.
Looks like I better hurry up, if I wanna torture him properly.
Nicole: *stands back up, lifting up her hand* Tumbus.
Everyone watches my magic force a small area of the ground open, the dirt sinking in to create a grave.
Nicole: *looks back down at Gregory, her eyes becoming dark* C'mon. *grabs him by his jacket, pulling him towards the grave*
Gregory: Nicole, what are you going to do with me? *says with fear filling his voice*
Nicole: *pulls him to stand on his feet* The magic that's keeping you alive and from desiccating will die soon, and so will you. But until then, you're going to rot six feet under, begging to die.
Gregory: *stares down at her, beads of sweat slowly dripping down his forehead* What happened to you? What happened to the girl without an evil thought inside her head, despite her temper?
