Aaron Salvatore and Hope Mikaelson. They were a force that should never be challenged. They were the best of friends since their dads were best friends. After Hope's dad died, Hope pushed everyone away. Except Aaron.
All Aaron had wanted was to fol...
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The hooded figure was moving things around in the run down house, trying to make the place safer and more defendable. Riven was sat by the window, looking up at the dark sky, his green and purple eyes reflecting the dim light emitting from the outside area. "Thank god neither of us need any food right now. Because why eat food when you're in the afterlife. Except for Peace. You can do anything there." The hooded figure said.
Riven meowed in response. "Except that, of course. Otherwise you'd get sent straight down to Hell." The hooded figure added, pushing the worn couch towards the fireplace, placing it in front of the warm orange flame. Riven then hissed at the window. "What is it?" The hooded figure asked, walking over and looking outside. A Hellhound was outside, growling at the two in the window. The hooded figure sighed before reaching over and grabbing a bow and arrow. They then slid the window up and aimed the arrow towards the Hellhound.
"Go back to Hell." The hooded figure muttered before shooting the arrow, watching it land straight in between the Hellhound's eyes and watching it fall to the ground and burst into flames, indicating its death. The hooded figure dropped the bow back onto the ground before slamming the window shut and locking it. They then sat down on the windowsill next to Riven and started scratching his head. Riven purred at the affection he was receiving. "I miss food. I miss pancakes. Waffles. Fried Chicken. Milkshakes. Apple Pie. Cake. Cookies. Burgers. Fries. Onion Rings. Ice Cream. Bread. Beignets. Food in general. I'm just thankful all this food talk isn't making me hungry." The hooded figure said.
They then sighed. "But hopefully I'll be able to eat everything I want when I get back. And sleep." The hooded figure added before resting their head against the window behind them as they continued to scratch Riven's head.
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Salvatore Boarding School
In the assembly hall, Alaric was stood in front of eleven students. At 7:30 AM. Aaron was sat beside Hope and Carter, yawning every few seconds whilst plotting the death of Alaric Saltzman for waking him up early. "I know a lot of things have changed around here lately, but in my opinion, that's a sign of growth. And despite our growing pains, I like to think our student body has never been more... united." Alaric spoke.
