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“You mean ‘how’,” Caroline corrected.
I didn’t want to give up just yet; I wasn’t going to give up!
“Every magic has a loophole, right?” Just then an idea struck my mind.
“I think we know what to do,” Hope’s voice collided with mine.
“Do you know something?”
“I know a witch who can help us. He loathes my father more than I do.”
I asked all ears. “What’s his name?”
She replied, “Vincent?”
We drove straight to his house—had borrowed Dad’s car and driven to New Orleans. There we met Vincent—a sturdy man, black and tall.
“To what do I owe this visit, Hope Mikaelson?” a loud voice greeted us.
“How’s our lovely Eva?”
I communicated with my eyes. “Eva?”
She answered quietly. “His wife,”
I curved my lips into an ‘O’ and sat down.
Asking the gang to sit, not like it was mine to do, I motioned to Hope to tell Vincent why we were there, as Caroline got up and walked to the lighted candles, and Vincent scolded. "Don’t touch!”
She shifted.
We didn’t know why he didn’t want her touching it; all we knew was that we were on a mission.
“So you want me to kill Klaus...?”
“But first resurrect his ex,” Hope grinned.
We were going to bring the dopple ganger back with the help of Vincent. It was the one way of killing Klaus...
“Brilliant!” Vincent cried.
“What is?”
“Killing Klaus, of course!”
I was glad he bought the idea.
The D-day came and we gathered on a field; Vincent had all the items for the ritual assembled. We were!

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NEED COMMENTS OOO
COMMENTS!

“The blood of the hunter?”
Jeremy volunteered, and stretched out his hand, as Vincent cut.
“…a witch?” Vincent did the same and cut open his palm.
Voom! The fire made noise.
“And… a hybrid!” Hope’s voice made us turn.
“How did you…?”
“I have my ways,” she winked at us. She made towards the fire and poured a drop of hybrid blood into it. “This should do,”
Vincent nodded.
“You’re so going to tell me how you got a vampire-werewolf blood without any difficulties.”
She chuckled and grinned.
Everything was in place, with the fire going in the air. “Aigba… me el… sci fch…!”
The fire made a swash sound, and a woman appeared right where it burned. “Katherine—”
Vincent smiled at us. “It is done!”

“So you mean to tell me that I have to die a second time?” Katherine asked when we were already seated.
“Yes.” I believed she was getting the gist.
“So all I have to do is die and have the world ridden of that bastard?”
Hope grinned at her.
“What’s that?” Katherine asked, noticing the smile.
“Nothing.”
The Bulgarian meanie relaxed and had her eyes fixed on us.
She was Bulgarian, all right? She had mentioned when we asked about her family. “The last I saw them…” could recount her words. “…1988. When Klaus killed them.” We felt sorry—
At least we knew why she hated Klaus. She loathed him more, and thought him ruthless!
“Oh, I’ll help you guys,” Katherine obliged. “What’s in for me?”
“You get to die a peaceful death,” Jer said.
“How’s dying a second time peaceful?” Caroline asked.
“Well, there is peace in that,” Katherine took no offence in what he said.
“So what’s the whole ‘dopple ganger’ thing about?” I asked, concerned.
“It means there are others,” Katherine replied, “ones who look just like me,” she said with all pride.
“So you’re telling me there are a hundred more like you?”
Caroline replied, “Just three,”
“Smart girl!” Katherine gave her a wink and got up.
“Well, enough of the chitchat,” Vincent hurriedly said. “We haven’t got much time,”
Katherine looked down at me and pleaded with tears in her eyes. “Promise me,” she said, “ that you’d search for my baby when all this is over.”
I got up from the ground.
I looked into her eyes, as though searching for something I couldn’t find.
She clasped my hands tightly, pleading with love in her heart. “My baby is all I need to be safe. And you guys…”
Vincent shoved a dagger into her back, and a stake… to complete it all.

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THE LAST

Jeremy and I watched as Hope and Care made to carry the body. Vincent already had the blood spattered on the stake. All Hope had to do was lure Klaus to where we were.
“So how are you going to lure him…?”
“It won’t be that hard,” Hope said.
Jeremy and I had our fingers crossed as she left. We got into position and waited until they came.
“Oh, I am so glad you decided to come…”
“Hope, I haven’t got much time. Where are they?”
Klaus was already with Hope. He had a serious look on his face and two mean brows that said, “Touch me if you dare!”
Klaus stopped to our surprise; he looked at Vincent and the latter started muttering some words.
“Hope, what’s happening?” Klaus looked at Hope. A migraine hit him hard as he held his head and groaned out loud. “I’m going to kill you!”
Jeremy shot an arrow in his back.
It was time for me to fulfil everyone’s wish. I knew I had to do it right, or else everyone would be dead.

...those were the last I heard

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We were on the verge of killing Klaus when Vincent stopped the spell. He released him, and he held my hand midair, further dislocating it. He pushed me to the side and had Jeremy thrown to the other side, before reaching for Hope. “Dad!”
“You're going to witness what I do to those who defy me...”

...those were the last I heard

silverlinen:
Ban the mid night worker, dodorima oo

Bam17:


Lol. I barely sleep.

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THE GILBERTS
{Prequel}

Racing horses lifted sand in the air as angry grunts raced alongside. Father and son, both of them. They were horse riding, the former emerging the victor.
“I told you I’d win, Stefan,”
“You know I can beat you anytime, father,” said the lad.
“What is it then?” The long auburn-haired asked.
“My mind just isn’t here…”
“A woman?”
The boy turned. “For God’s sake, father, women aren’t my concern. Have you heard of the attack?”
“The attack on the province?”
“Yes, father. That one.”
His father got down from his horse.
There have been so many attacks—ones caused by vampires, and werewolves!
“Come, let me show you something,” his father beckoned—
“You know, the Gilberts have a family journal that has been passed down for many generations…”
Stefan walked with him.
“Won’t call it a journal, though,”
“But you said…”
“What I said doesn’t matter!” Stevan barked.
Stevan was a forty-eight years old man, who was a healer. Healers were considered great at that time—thus powerful and could help mankind. Stevan was a Gilbert witch, though it was uncommon. He was among the first... he was known far and wide.
“The Gilberts journal,” Stevan pursed his lips for a moment and made for the library at the back. His son walked with him; he had no choice. They got to the library and rummaged on every shelf, as the title stood imprinted in bold letters. ‘THE GILBERTS.’

silverlinen:

I give you msg via your IG handle.

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The wrapper tied around the Prince’s legs pulled off as Queen Apunanwu made to put it back. “He has been like this, my King. What shall we call this?”
“Maybe the White men know what it is,” King Oghala set out to call the men. They came forth and listened to what the King had to say. “Please, you must help the Prince. My son! I do not know what terrible plague has befallen us.” The King cried.
The five were taken to where the Prince laid; one knelt beside him and took a bottle out of his bag.
“What is that?”
The man, Kingston, turned back and said to the King. “An antidote,”
“What is an antidote?”
Another of the men replied, “It’s used for healing,”
“A remedy?” Queen Apunanwu asked.
“…to counteract the effects of poison,” they further explained.
The King and Queen let him do his job, as they waited patiently for the remedy to work. They were asked to let the Prince rest for a while. “It will help,” said the men.

Bam17:


We were on the verge of killing Klaus when Vincent stopped the spell. He released him, and he held my hand midair, further dislocating it. He pushed me to the side and had Jeremy thrown to the other side, before reaching for Hope. “Dad!”
“You're going to witness what I do to those who defy me...”

...those were the last I heard

YoungBruzzy:


Whaaaaattttt don't tell me this is the end of the story??
Come on you need to complete this biko

Bam17:


Lol. You really want me to continue, dear?

Of course yes
Please tell me you will do that

YoungBruzzy:

Of course yes
Please tell me you will do that