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[01]. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐔𝐍.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 school a few hours after the first class started. There they were almost instantly greeted by none other than Josie and Lizzie Saltzman, Nathaniel's adoptive sisters, which most of the time the nephilim tried to avoid mentioning to anyone other than Lizzie, in the hopes of annoying her. The twins stood, matching smiles on their faces as they wore their school uniforms. A hard sigh abandoned Nathaniel when Lizzie started to speak.

"Welcome to the Salvatore School. We're your tour guides."

Nathaniel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, before they try to make this self-proclaimed cutsie introduction they always drag on; That's Josie, the other one is Lizzie. They're twins, fraternal. Also, Doctor Saltzman's kids."

"You just have to suck the fun out of everything, don't you?" Lizzie said as she crossed her arms.

"Just out of everything you do."

Rafael, just woken up from his sleep, looked at the twins in utter confusion and apprehension about what was going on. It didn't take long before Alaric decided on jumping in. "Rafael, why don't you go ahead with the girls while I talk to Landon?"

The twins each linked their arms with Rafael before leading him toward the school. "Morning, Hope."

Hope rolled her eyes. "Morning, girls," she feigned a kind tone of voice.

"More like despair," Lizzie let out.

"I heard that."

"No, you didn't."

"Didn't have to."

Nathaniel snorted. "Charming as ever."

Alaric groaned exasperatedly. "Everyone, behave."

"Love you, Dad," the twins called out.

As the three walked away, Alaric turned towards Landon. "So, let's get started," he stated swiftly as they entered the school. Doctor Saltzman leading the way down the halls as Hope, Landon and Nathaniel followed in his footsteps. "I'm curious, Landon. Were you aware of us when you lived in Mystic Falls?"

An overwhelmed look sat on Landon's features due to all the action around him. "I knew Hope went to some fancy boarding school. People in town said it was for troubled rich kids. I see the rich part is true."

Nathaniel's eyes rolled back so hard he began to have a headache. Something about the kid's attitude just made him annoying and the nephilim didn't even want to give him a chance. Just as that crossed his mind, the memories of Caroline Forbes assaulted him, and he quickly stiffened. She wanted him to be better, but Nathaniel didn't know if he could do it.

Nathaniel was brought back when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a girl he definitely had seen around the school. A witch. He was sure once she levitated several textbooks in the air with nothing but a hand gesture. The nephilim quickly noticed Landon's fascination with the display and a scowl set on his face.

"Nobody in town mentioned anyone here could do that."

The doors to Alaric's office closed behind them as Hope pulled both shut. Nathaniel took a seat on one of Doctor Saltzman's chairs, gently leaning back as he crossed his arms. He then noticed Hope. Yeah, she'd been there the whole walk to Alaric's office. But he didn't quite put his attention on her. And now that he did, he noticed a lot of things. Things he wouldn't have before their last extraction mission and it was odd.

"No one in Mystic Falls knows much about us. We blend in, just enough. Participate, contribute, just enough. Keeps people from asking too many questions," Alaric explained.

Nathaniel's eyes narrowed. "We're letting the commoners know about us now?"

"Nate," Alaric said in a warning tone.

Nathaniel huffed.

"What is there to know, exactly?" Landon asked.

Alaric and Hope shared a knowing look before Hope inevitably shrugged her shoulders. Nathaniel took that as an, we might as well tell him, and he was seriously not having it. "You both are honestly out of your Goddamned minds."

"Nate, just stop talking," Hope huffed, shaking her head at him.

Instantly, Nathaniel did. Which earned a weird look from Hope, and Nathaniel knew why.

She had expected him to fight back.

Alaric coughed, bringing the attention towards him. "Well, I used to have a speech prepared, carefully unpeeling the layers of mystical history, but it turns out most people have read Harry Potter and are actually cool with me skipping the tee-up."

Landon gave an incredulous look. "You're a school for magic?"

Alaric took a seat behind his desk and Landon took that as a cue to sit down in the chair across from him, right next to Nathaniel.

"A school for the supernatural," Nathaniel huffed, giving in to whatever Alaric and Hope were doing with revealing their best kept secret from society to a kid. "It covers a lot of territory. Witches, vampires, werewolves. And then you have outsiders like Hope and I."

"Everyone here has something that makes them special in ways the outside world wouldn't understand," Alaric added.

Landon furrows his eyebrows before looking at Nathaniel. "What do you mean outsiders?"

"One of a kind," Nathaniel tilted his head. "In existence, we are the only ones of our species. Or at least one of the very few documented."

"So, what are you?" Landon's asked curiously.

Nathaniel smirked. "I'm a Nephilim. Part human, part angel. And daddy dearest happens to be Lucifer himself. I'm the literal spawn of Satan."

Landon gulped. "You mean God-?"

"Is very real," Nathaniel shrugged. "Never been able to meet him, though. Haven't met Lucifer either. We're all hoping it stays that way."

Then, Landon's attention fell on Hope. "What about you? What are you?"

Rather than answering, Hope fidgeted in her spot. "I should get to class."

"No!"

Everyone was stunned in silence.

"No, sorry. I don't mean to be a dick, but I don't know them," Landon pointed at Alaric and Nathaniel. "And though the image of you whammy-ing a priest is still fresh, I need you here," he paused for a moment, composing his thoughts before sighing deeply. "Just tell me what all that was in the church last night?"

Hope looked at Landon. "What do you think it was?"

"Well, as best as I can reason, either I've lost my mind, or werewolves are real."

Nathaniel narrowed his eyes. "I just said they were."

"Th-this is beyond insane. How is that even possible?" Landon stuttered out.

Alaric shrugged. "It's a long story involving an ancient, vengeful witch and a bloodline curse. We cover all that in Origins of the Species, grade six."

Landon scoffed. "In sixth grade at my school, we learned the state capitals."

Hope chuckled good-naturedly. "We teach that, too."

Nathaniel didn't like that exchange.

"As previously stated, this isn't your run-of-the-mill school, Wednesday," Nathaniel spat, rolling his eyes.

"Alright," Alaric stopped him, his frustration growing by the second. "Nate, why don't you go see how Rafael's tour is going while I ask Landon some questions?"

Nathaniel stared at Alaric. "You're kicking me out."

Alaric sighed. "Please."

Nathaniel didn't have to be told twice. Although the small pang of hurt the rejection brought was still there, he carried himself out with a, without a care of the world, kind of look on his face. It made him seem unattached, and he liked it that way. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. One Caroline had pleaded with him to work on.

He tried. But giving up just seemed easier.

From down the hall, Josie and Lizzie Saltzman hugged onto the newly-found wolf's arm as they walked down the corridor.

Nathaniel wasn't impressed.

"Everyone gets along with everybody here, for the most part," Josie stated, continuing to take Rafael on the tour of the school with Lizzie by their side.

Lizzie nodded. "The wolves are pretty cliquey. They like to hang with their own."

"In defiance of the school's commitment to inclusiveness."

"That is why we volunteered to be your tour guides- to give you a good witch-welcome before your hairier brethren corrupt you."

Out of the corner of his eye, Rafael noticed the nephilim at the other end of the hall. Nathaniel didn't make an attempt to go up to the three, instead he smiled widely when his eyes connected with another boy who was just making his way out of the classroom next to the one Rafael and the twins stood beside. The other boy was tall and dark, a broody one he was sure.

"That's Nate," Josie stated once she noticed Rafael's attention land on their adoptive-sibling.

"The other one's Jed," Lizzie added. "Basically boyfriends even though they both still claim to be straight. Jed isn't really one for hanging with others outside of his pack. Nate's the only exception."

Rafael's eyebrows furrowed. "So he's a werewolf?"

"Pack alpha, actually," Lizzie spoke.

"A pack what now?"

"In simpler terms, wolves have packs, packs need a leader and the leader is the alpha," Josie explained.

Rafael hummed. "What about Nate?"

There was a small silence followed by Rafael's question and the werewolf turned confused as to what was so bad about it and why they couldn't just answer without making this strange long pause as they exchanged pensive glances. It would be soon that Rafael understood that there were bigger things going on in the Salvatore Boarding School beside Doctor Saltzman trying to create a better generation of supernatural creatures.

"Nathaniel is another story," Lizzie rolled her eyes.

Josie gave Lizzie a look. "Nate is a nephilim. His dad is an archangel and his mom was a human. They conceived him and his mom died in childbirth. A few years later our mom came across him and took him in."

"A nephilim. You have a nephilim brother. How is that even possible?"

Lizzie sighed. "Adoptive brother," she corrected. "Satan's spawn was going to be used to bring on the apocalypse but complications occurred and now he's here, to our dismay. Anyway, you'll learn all about it in Nephilim History, grade seven."

"Try not getting on his bad side," Josie warned quietly, averting her eyes.

Rafael's brows rose at that. "What?"

Josie looked up. "It's not that hard, he mostly keeps to himself and is almost always spending his time with dad and Hope off doing God-knows-what- if you're on his bad side, he'll make your life hell at this school."

Lizzie huffed. "What Josie is trying to say is that, granted, his sperm donor is a celestial being, which gives Nathaniel a lot of perks. He's the strongest, aside from Hope Mikaelson and she isn't even close to being able to do what Nathaniel can. It's best you don't irk him."

Rafael narrowed his eyes. "I feel like you're just trying to scare me."

"It's not that," Josie spoke, her eyes on Nathaniel. "We're just saying how this works. Nate isn't all bad, much to Lizzie's belief, but he can get there if you push."

A small silence followed and the twins knew they had gotten to an understanding.

Lizzie coughed, turning to Rafael. "Come on. We'll show you the turret. It's where all the seniors go to smoke," she swiftly changed the subject and the atmosphere turned back to how it was before Nathaniel was mentioned.

Rafael chuckled. "What do they smoke? Eye of newt?"

Josie smiled. "Weed."

Josie and Lizzie held onto Rafael before leading him in the opposite direction of the nephilim.

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nathaniel time so you
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