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[3.08| PART THREE]
LORELEI WAS ALREADY HATING ALL THIS WALKING TO BE A SCRIPT TRANSLATOR.
Upon meeting with Bonnie, and suprisingly, their history teacher; Mr. Saltzman, she found that the place that had all the carvings was in this abandoned cave under the Lockwood mansion.
She should've half-expected this, considering most Viking scripts were found in caves seemingly like this. But she certainly didn't, and Lorelei Lorenzo was cursing herself out now because of it.
"God I hate how narrow this damn cave is," Lorelei snarled, holding onto her flashlight as she was following Bonnie and Alaric down to the cellar.
It was also dark too, not to say that she had a fear of the dark. She was Lorelei Lorenzo, not a goddamn child. But having to hold a flashlight while hiking down to what easily could've been Hell itself, was not ideal tight now.
"You're claustrophobic?" Bonnie asked. Lorelei, at-least in her eyes, was this fearless force of a woman. So to hear her slight complaint, it actually surprised her more than it should've.
"Mhm," Lory hummed uneasily in reply. "How in the hell did you two even find this damn cellar anyways?" she urged to know, as the question had been curiously looping in her head for a while now.
"Well, Damon apparently went on a trip down here with Mason Lockwood yesterday while the whole Other Side situation was happening...Well, after Mason also tortured him too for practically being the one to kill him," Bonnie explained.
Lory felt a chuckle escape her unintentionally. "Yeah well, considering the little things I've known briefly about him, maybe he deserved it."
Bonnie chuckled too. "Maybe."
"Nah, he did deserve it," Alaric snarled, with a hint of bitterness in his words.
Lory shook her head. "Anyways, I have to ask though, how much carvings are we dealing with?"
The witch and the teacher entered the place once more. "Why don't you see it for yourself?" Bonnie says.
And as Lorelei stepped in, her mouth fell to the ground as she flashed her flashlight around the cellar, seeing the many old carvings surrounding the area. "Holy—shit," she whispered, on a whole other level of shock.
