PETROVA FIRE ✘ Hope Mikaelson [LEGACIES]

(ONE.)

When we're young, we're taught the distinction between a hero and a villain, good and evil, a saviour and a lost cause. But what if the only real difference is just who's telling the story? My name is Nathaniel Pierce. I come from a long line of the villains in the tales you've heard about vampires, werewolves, witches, and everything in between. The school behind those gates protect the secrets of people like me. And tonight, under the light of the full moon, they will open their doors to some new people.

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Atlanta, GA. A nice city, not going to lie. Though, it's nothing compared to other cities I've lived in over the years, like Paris, Rome, New Orleans, hell, even Mystic Falls. At least that town was eventful, with doppelgängers, evil 1,000 year old vampires, stuff like that. Though, my mom did die there... Well, every place has its pros and cons.

Though, I'm pretty sure Atlanta is about to get very eventful tonight, as I easily sense a werewolf. By the looks of it, he has just broken his curse and doesn't know he's a werewolf. "Rafael, seriously, it's not right." the werewolf's human friend comments, as they walk down the street side-by-side. "It is what it is, Landon." Rafael shrugs off, telling Landon he doesn't mind.

"You're not Catholic. You shouldn't have to confess your sins." Landon explains, thinking this is insane. "I tossed a lawnmower through the patio doors, bruh. If apologising to God gets Hector and Maria off my back, so be it." Rafael explains, making me smirk. Definitely a new werewolf.

Sensing something off, Rafael looks in my direction, but I zip away quickly so I'm not spotted. "What is it, Raf?" Landon asks, concerned for his friend. "Nothing. Just thought someone was watching us..." he trails off, before shrugging slightly, and continuing their way to the chapel.

Standing in the shadows, I watch as Rafael and Landon enter the chapel, yet I don't listen in to their conversation. A few minutes later, Landon exits the church, before sitting down on the steps outside the chapel, listening to music and writing in a little notepad.

Using my vampire hearing, I can hear Rafael groan in pain, as he shifts for the first time, while the priest preforms an exorcism, pissing me off. As I emerge from the shadows and start walking across the street, a grey SUV pulls up. A man in his 40's, or 50's gets out, along with a beautiful, light-brown-haired girl, making my smirk grow.

"Landon." the girl states, stunned by his presence, as I arrive beside the SUV. Quickly, I recognise the older man as Alaric Saltzman - the man who married one of mom and I's descendants. Recognising the similarities between Mom and I, he furrows his brows in confusion, making me give the classic Petrova smirk, making his eyes widen slightly, as I continue my way to the church.

"Hope?" Landon questions in disbelief. "You two know each other?" Alaric asks them, confused. "Long story." Hope states, before turning back to us. Laying eyes on me, her brows furrow in confusion, which is kind of cute. "Who's this?" she asks Alaric, pointing at me. "Another long story. Now, can we cut the chit-chat and get in there?" I ask, taking them by surprise, but Hope smiles slightly at my initiative.

Hearing Rafael's groans, we all look back in the direction of the chapel. "Saltzman." I state, taking him by surprise, but he quickly hides it. "Yeah, I'm on it." he tells me, walking up to the chapel door. Pulling the door, it doesn't budge whatsoever. "Doors are locked." Ric states, making me smirk. "Dissera Portus!" I chant, making the doors blow off their hinges.

Ric looks at me, surprised. Landon looks both terrified and like he's going to faint. Hope, however, looks impressed, making me smirk. "You're gonna want to stay out here, Landon, trust me." Hope advises, before Hope, Ric and I make our way into the chapel. Not listening to Hope, Landon follows behind us.

"Shut down the exorcist, would you?" Alaric asks us nicely, making Hope and I smirk at each other. "Silencio!" she chants, making the priest's mouth magically shut, as he struggles to breathe. "Ad somnum!" I chant, making the priest, Maria and Hector all fall to the ground, unconscious. Ever since Mom died, I've cut back on, you know, killing people.

"Help me... What's happening?" Rafael manages to groan out, as he shifts into a wolf for the first time. "My God." Landon mutters to himself in shock, as Hope, Ric and I set up the restraints for Rafael. "Easy does it. Easy, doggy." I call playfully, as I put the metal collar on his neck, as he goes to bite me.

Quickly, I vamp speed back, surprising Hope, Ric and Landon - Hope looking more impressed than surprised. Rafael snarls and snaps at us, as I look back at Landon, sympathy in my eyes. I remember when I first started to develop my witch abilities over 50 years ago, when I was 15 years old. Two years later, Mom turned me into a vampire and - defying the supernatural rules - I became a witch-vampire hybrid, without being a heretic.

Hope and Ric turn to me expectantly, making me smirk. "We haven't officially met. I'm Nathaniel. Nathaniel Pierce." I introduce myself, wearing the Petrova smirk, while Hope and Alaric look both surprised and shocked at my revelation.