The Mikaelson Twin

Chapter 9- Where Is She

Aleksian's POV~

The next day, I was doing the dishes that I didn't want to do last night, with my phone to my ear.

When it went to voice mail again, I grabbed it and threw it on the counter.

"Bollocks." I said to no one in particular in an activated tone.

Caroline is late, which isn't completely uncommon because sometimes she grabs food or movies or something and arrives about twenty minutes late.

However, she's over an hour late, hasn't texted, and hasn't called.

Trying to make something out of nothing, I decided that I'll call her tomorrow.

Besides, I needed to run to the store. I'm low on food and I need to pick up some blood from the blood bank as well. A none-local one at that.

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After running errands all day, I finally return home, only to have my phone continue to buzz, indicated in getting a call.

Looking at the caller ID, my breathe hitches in a bit of worry because it's not Caroline, but I answer it just the same.

"Nik? What's wrong? Your breathing is abnormal."

All I hear on his end is him yelling, making me put the phone on speaker and onto the counter so he doesn't blow out my eardrums.

"IT DIDN'T WORK! WE DID EVERYTHING WE TOLD! WHY DIDN'T IT WORK!"

"Nik, Nik! Calm down or you'll give yourself a bloody stroke." once he starts breathing right he speaks in a soft voice, "Alex... I know you want nothing to do with making more hybrids but please hel-"

"No Nik. I told you I want nothing to do with you trying to make your own species. However, I do know a certain witch who would help you. Chicago, 1922, she ran our favorite speakeasy."

"Gloria."

"Mmhm. Word is she's still there. Now Nik, as you know, it's a full moon. And though you don't choose to enjoy our werewolf side. I do. So I'm going to enjoy the moon while it lasts. Love you. Best of luck."  Before he has a chance to answer, I hang up and do as I said.

Walking out to my backyard, I shift and run free for a few hours.

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The next day, I'm yet again, trying to reach Caroline. But to no avail.

"Caroline, I understand if you had to bail on hanging out yesterday but you usually text or call me, so please, pick up your bloody phone. I'm starting to worry." with that, I hang up and continue to drink the blood in my glass.

Having enough of this paranoia, I grab my coat and speed over to Caroline's house.

When I get there, I knock on the door, her mother is right there so she answers.

"Hello. You're from the historical society right? Ms. Smith was it?" she asks me and I give her a small smile and respond lightly,"It's Mikaelson actually. Khione Aleksian Mikaelson. You may call me as you wish, though friends and family call me Aleksian."