The New Mikaelsons

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Nikol's POV
Aunt Freya, Aunt Keelin, and the kids got here late last night. The boys were already asleep. I envied their ability to just fall asleep anywhere. I didn't sleep much last night, tossing and turning I couldn't find a position that was comfortable.

The sun starting to come up and pulled my self out of bed. My head was throbbing from the lack of sleep. I got in the shower, letting the hot water just run down my back. I probably stayed like that for over a half hour. When I got out the sun had already rose.

I looked over at my phone, I have a couple unread texts.

Stefan:hey sleepy ;) I'm down stairs when you get up.

Shelby:GET UP!

I laughed and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and vamp sped down the stairs.

Walking in the kitchen the sent of beignets hit my nose.

"No way!" I squealed.

"Yes way!" Hope smiled.

"Freshly prepared by a wonderful compelled baker, courtesy of yours truly," Uncle Nik stated proudly as he entered the room.

"Thanks," I smiled and grabbed a beignet from the tray.

"Still your favorite," Hope laughed. I nodded, "yeah me too."

New Orleans about 8 years ago
Little seven year old Nikol, found herself throw into a big bustling city unlike anything she had ever seen before. Much different than the small tight knit village in Italy that she was used to. But something about all the people and colors and music, felt like home to her. Not to mention the magic that radiated off the city it was electrifying.

Waking up in a large compound where she didn't know where anything was, wasn't so much.

Nikol hadn't seen much of the compound the night before, but had seen the living room area and the kitchen. Not that she needed it much, because she could hear voices talking in the kitchen along with a savory and delicious smell, unlike she had ever smelt before.

Venturing toward the smell, little Nikol entered the kitchen seeing what looked like a tray of dessert pastries sitting on the table. Sitting at the table, was Hope, who she had come to know as her cousin. The two spent a short amount of time together the night before. Small amount of time or no, the two hit it off. For the first time in Hope's long 14 year life she opened herself up to the idea of a friend. At half her age Nikol, was Hope's best friend, only neither of them new it yet.

Nikol watched as Hope, laughed sadly before wiping a tear from her eye and taking a bite of the pastry.

Nikol's seven year old mind was flabbergasted. "They let you eat dessert for breakfast here! This place keeps getting better and better!" Squealing She vamp sped her way over to her cousin desperately trying to hoist herself up onto the chair.

Hope laughed and picked Nikol up, placing her on her knee. "It's not dessert, it's called a beignet."

"I don't care! It looks really yummy," Nikol, nodded her head as if she was trying to convince Hope off her case.

"They are, here," Hope lifted a beignet off the tray and handed it to the little girl in her lap. The large pastry was practically twice the size of the little girls hands. Wide eyed Nikol bit into the sweet pastry.

Her mouth covered in powered sugar, pastry practically falling from her mouth, she uttered an eye rolling yum.

"Their my favorite too," the mythical tribrid freak show responded giggling.