𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ⎯⎯ 𝘯. 𝘮³

XXX. MOTHER'S DAUGHTER

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𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑
[ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ - 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳]

'i'm nasty, i'm evil'

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Mystic Falls, VA.

The Mikaelson twins led their aunt to an abandoned mill in the woods near the Boarding School as they attempted to find a secret place to conduct their spell. "Pretty," Freya drawled sarcastically as they stepped inside the broken-down building, looking around at the cluttered interior, "in a creepy 'don't get caught alone here at night' kind of way," the witch added.

"The Saltzman twins found it like, two years ago," Hope told her aunt, a soft scowl resting on her face, "pretty sure its their evil 'Mean Girl' lair," the tribrid commented causing Freya to frown slightly. "Weren't you guys really close with the Saltzman twins?" the Mikaelson witch asked curiously, knowing that Lizzie and Josie were both Thea's godchildren and had been close with her niece and nephew when they were younger.

Hope nodded her head in response, an almost saddened look washing over her face before it disappeared quickly, "we were, until they started acting like your cliché 'It Girls' and took over the entire school," the tribrid retorted with a tone of annoyance. "Josie isn't that bad, but Lizzie may as well be the devil incarnate," Hope told her aunt with a roll of her eyes.

"She's still hot though," Kaiden added with a shrug, a small smirk resting on his lips that caused Hope to roll her eyes. Freya nodded, a small smile on her lips as she looked between her niece and nephew before turning serious. "Alright, you want to find your mom, I got to start with how she was taken in the first place," the blonde told them, moving a chair into the middle of the room.

Kaiden sighed in response, "we already told you, we don't know. Someone must have followed us," the younger twin shrugged before folding his arms. "Or there was a problem with your cloaking spell," Freya offered as she picked up two bowls, "maybe you missed a step, left a loophole open," she trailed as she placed the bowls down on the chair.

Hope shook her head, a look of offence on her face, "I didn't," the tribrid denied firmly. Freya sighed, nodding her head slowly, "okay, so you were followed," the witch agreed, "then we retrace every step you took. A deconstructing spell will magnify that, a cup of blood in each bowl will give us that," Freya told them, nodding her head towards the laid-out bowls resting on the chair.

"I know how it works, Aunt Freya," Hope replied with a hint of annoyance, taking the knife from Freya's outstretched hand before kneeling in front of the chairs. With a wince, Hope slit open her palm with the knife before holding it over one of the bowls so that the blood would drip into it. "Don't stop," Freya told her niece firmly, folding her arms across her chest as she watched the girl.