Two years have passed since the death of the notorious and feared Klaus Mikaelson, and his twin daughters, Hope and Nicolette, are still trying to move on with their lives at the Salvatore Boarding School. But their lonely lives are going to get com...
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Later that Day -Salvatore Boarding School- (Nicole's POV)
After some more cello playing, I decided to take a break and go back to writing my letters to my lost loved ones. Aunt Delilah didn't mind, since she left to have the kitchen make her something to eat. While I was finishing my letter to Uncle Elijah, I heard footsteps coming towards me from behind. I couldn't stop the smile tugging on my lips when I felt Richie place a soft kiss on my cheek.
Richie: Hey. *sits down beside her*
Nicole: Hey.
Richie: I heard your aunt was here.
Nicole: *nods* Yeah, she went to get something to eat. I just hope she doesn't mind it's not being prepared by Gordon Ramsey or Richard Blais. So, did you write your letters?
Richie: *holds up three envelopes* Yeah. You?
Nicole: I finished Auntie Cami's and Jackson's letters. I'm almost done with Uncle Elijah's, which will leave my mom's and dad's left.
Richie: *notices she's trying to hide her sadness* After you're done, maybe we can hang out in my room and watch movies. I'll let you pick all of them, as long as I pick out the snacks.
Nicole: *smiles softly* Sounds great. *leans over and places a soft kiss on his lips* I heard it was supposed to get chilly tonight. Can I bring my heating blanket?
Richie: *chuckles* Sure, but I wouldn't be surprised if we end up making our own heat.
My cheeks immediately burn with blush, but then I hear the sound of my aunt giggling softly at us. We quickly turn our heads and see her peeking inside the doorway, smiling at us.
Delilah: Don't mind me, Kids. Just lovebird watching.
All of a sudden, I begin to have a vision. It...it was about Hope. She was crying, all alone in the darkness. Then all I saw was his face. The Necromancer's. He was doing something to Hope. I know he was. As soon as I snapped out of my vision, I quickly looked at my aunt in worry.
Nicole: Hope's in trouble. That Necromancer has her trapped or something.
I watch as her eyes widen in fear and she vamps out of the room. I wanted to go with her, but I couldn't. I wasn't ready to face the walking corpse. Not yet.
Richie: Aren't you gonna go with her? *sees the hesitation all over her face* Scared?
