Natalie Carolena Mikaelson is the daughter of Juliette Salvatore-Mikaelson and Klaus Mikaelson. She is the older sister of Hope Mikaelson.
This is her story.
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The next day came upon Mystic Falls, and Natalie and Hope were in their room.
The older tribrid was still fuming about Landon, and Hope could sense it.
"Natalie look. I understand that you're upset, but you don't have to be. This is a guy I trusted, and I bought us into this mess." Hope told.
Natalie shook her head, and scoffed.
"No Hope. I should've spotted him out, then moment he came. And, we bought him into our school. This is our fight, and we're going to fight it." Natalie insisted.
Hope nodded, and gave a small smile.
The two heard people out in the courtyard, and walked to their window.
It was kids from Mystic Falls High School, spray painting the truck.
Natalie rolled her eyes, and puffed air.
"Today must be the football game." Natalie breathed out, while crossing her arms.
"Do you think all guys are stupid?" Hope asked, staring out the window.
Natalie closed her gray cardigan, and shrugged.
"I don't know. They sure seem like it, but I know that they're not all like it." Natalie theorized.
Hope nodded, and closed the curtains.
"Natalie Salvatore-Mikaelson, and Hope Mikaelson need to report to Emma's office." Alaric announced.
Both sister looked at each other, and furrowed their eyebrows.
"I think I know what this is about." Hope sighed.
Natalie nodded, and they both walked out of the door.
The two walked to Emma's office, and Natalie was the first person to go in.
"I already know what I'm in here for, so you don't have to tell me." Natalie breathed out, and closed the door.
"You and Hope used dark magic last night. You knew that you two were going to get caught." Emma said.
Natalie nodded.
"What was your purpose?" Emma asked, crossing her legs.
"Well, I was looking for someone. Landon Kirby to be exact. He took the knife my grandpa was stabbed with, that was in his memorial case. It was all my idea." Natalie answered, with somewhat of a attitude.
Emma nodded, and gave a small smile.
"And how do you feel about it?" Emma asked.
Natalie scoffed, and sat back.
"I feel like I want to break every last finger on his stealing hands." Natalie responded.
