As I drove down the road to the street I had hoped I would never have to return to I thought back to the letter I had received,
Dear Isabella,
It has been so long since we have talked, I apologize for the circumstances that it will be under.
If you would like to see your dear sister again, I do suggest that you meet with me in person.I can give you my word that neither Niklaus nor I will harm your sister if you agree to come and have a conversation with the two of us.
But if you do not, I can not guarantee anyone's safety.
You know just as others that Niklaus' patience runs thin. I do hope that you consider talking to us and I look forward to hearing from you.Yours truly, Elijah Mikaelson.
I had hoped to never return to this town after Katerina and I had faked our deaths in 1864.
But here I was, driving to meet the people I have been running from for 500 years.As I passed the Mystic Falls sign, I regretted ever letting my sister leave France in the first place.
I drive closer and closer, my heart thumping with every second that goes by until I get to the town.
I don't stop there, knowing my priority is knowing my sister is okay.I drive until I get to the address of the apartment building that Elijah had attached to the letter. It looked smaller than anywhere I would have expected Elijah and Niklaus to be staying.
Nonetheless, I walked up to the building, the door was locked so I opened it on my own. I started to walk up the stairs, scared for my life with every step.
Is my sister even alive? Have they tricked me into coming here?I got to the door that was supposedly where they were staying. I knocked on the door as my heart thumped against my ribcage.
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FanfictionIsabella Petrova fled with her sister in 1492. Desperate to escape the Mikaelson family until she can't find her sister after she left to visit Mystic falls. Her worst mistake was going to look for her. K.M