"I have some news," Alaric begins as the upperclassman sit in the large room, Ric and Lizzie with her clipboard on the stage in front of us. "Many of you, like me, have forgotten that we are hosting this year's Miss Mystic Falls Pageant," He explains, the students in the room mumbling and groaning. "Trust me, I know. But, the rotation is set in stone. So, let's take the opportunity to maintain our image as a normal school for the rich and awful. As usual, anything remotely magical, enchanted, vampire, wolf, or witch related must be kept tucked away, hidden, and under lock and key. Before Lizzie comes forward with your chore assignments, I have to request that Andrea Mikaelson meets with me after this meeting. Okay. Great. Now, with your chore assignments."
"Okay, so we'll split into teams," Lizzie explains stepping forward and taking her father's place at the podium as he steps off the stage and makes eye contact with me.
Nodding at him, I lean towards Penelope who's beside me. "Hey, I've got to go, I'll see you later," She nods, smiling at me as I move to follow Ric into the hall.
"Hey, what's up? There isn't another monster, is there?" I ask my father figure in a whisper.
"No, no monster, it's about your sister."
"What's wrong with hope?" I question in a panic.
"I think she's suffering still from seeing Landon dead. Her powers are acting up. I need you to talk to her. I tried to and she wouldn't open up."
"Of course, we're in the same chore group so I'll go talk to her."
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"Hope!" I yell, entering the library and moving past a familiar body. "Hi Roman," I greet instinctively, before stopping in shock, only feet from the vampire. "Wait... what the fuck?"
"Wait, Roman?" Landon asks, looking to Hope.
"My ex-boyfriend," Hope explains.
"My old best friend," I add on.
"Oh," Lan mumbles.
"What, no hug Annie?"
Slowly, I step forward, hugging my oldest best friend and sighing at the familiar feeling.
"Oh, you weren't in Hope's room so I assumed you left," I mumble, seeing Roman laying on my bed.
"Still here, Annie."
"Huh, Annie, okay," I state, plopping down next to him. "You know you can just ask, right? I'd want to know if I was you."
"You live in a house of horrors. Viking grimoires, a million weird knives, did you know you have a dead redhead wrapped in a sheet in your parlor?"
"Oh, yeah, that's Hope's and my dad's crazy ex. And she's not dead, it's a sleeping spell. No one really knows what to do with her."
"Normal," Roman states sarcastically. "You know I can keep a secret, right? I got plenty of my own. So, what are you?"
Sighing, I turn my head to face him. "My name isn't Andrea Marshall, it's Andrea Mikaelson. My grandmother practically invented dark magic, my mom is the present alpha, and my dad is Klaus Mikaelson."
"So that makes you and Hope?"
"Why don't you ask H? She was coming home right after me and I know you and she are into each other."
"Oh really?"
"Really," I state with a smile.
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Forever & Always
Fanfiction"So, you told me about your family but... what are you?" Raf asks, gently clasping my smaller hand in his much larger one. "I'm a tribrid. Because my dad was a vampire and werewolf hybrid, my mom was a werewolf, and my grandmother was a witch, it ma...
