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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.
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𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 certain, it would be Nathaniel Forbes' general distaste for Landon Kirby- but everyone knew that already because it was more than evident. Hope was quick to jump to the rescue the second she knew the curly-haired menace was in trouble, and Nathaniel couldn't deny that his grace picked up rhythm in his veins when he noticed it.

Hope Mikaelson was too attached to someone that wasn't him, but Nathaniel would follow her to the end of the world if the tribrid asked for it- even if it was to save the pest that just couldn't seem to stay away long enough to give Nathaniel the chance to kiss Hope.

Landon was a cockblock. And even miles away, he would keep being an inconvenience.

"Where do you two think you're going?" Doctor Saltzman's voice stopped Hope and Nathaniel in their tracks.

Nathaniel turned on his heel with Hope following suit, a sigh abandoning the nephilim as he clutched onto the car key's in his left hand. "You know- uh, a stroll seemed like a good idea just now, didn't it, Hope?"

Hope quickly nodded, pressing her lips together. "Yeah."

Alaric scoffed incredulously. "Right. At three in the morning?"

"Is there a better time?" Nathaniel feigned idiocy, until he figured he wouldn't be able to pull the wool over Alaric's eyes, so, the nephilim shrugged, sighing lightly. "Wednesday Addams seems to be in a bit of a pickle, Ric, and Hope has this freaky voodoo bracelet that's gonna help us track the kid down. So, if you're thinking about suspending us, go ahead, I don't really care, but I'm pretty sure you don't want a Kirby death on your conscious."

And even though the worry of finals was still over Doctor Saltzman's head, that was enough to have the three embarking on mission save-little-emo-ridding-hood-from-the-big-bad-wolf. Or the shorter version, finding-Wednesday-Addams. Either way, Nathaniel was sure he was in for the worst time of his life.

"Indiana, crossroads of America," Alaric sing-songed just as they passed the border. "What's the capital?"

Nathaniel snorted. "Do you even know the capitol?"

Alaric paused for a second before scoffing. "Of course I know the capitol, but I'm not the one going into finals."

"We learned that in, like," Hope paused, thinking back and bringing in the attention. "Eight grade."

"Oh, good," Alaric slightly turned to Hope before his eyes landed back on the road. "Then you should know it."

Nathaniel snorted. "Indianapolis, Ric."

Alaric hummed.

"You know, just because Hope and I have other responsibilities outside of schoolwork, it doesn't mean we're slacking it," Nathaniel continued, eyeing Hope through the rearview mirror before pulling out a few flashcards from his jacket and waving them before Alaric. "We study on the go."

"You study together?" Alaric asked, genuinely surprised.

Hope nodded. "Nate's really smart."

Nathaniel smirked. "I'm beauty and brains."

Just as those words were said, Hope's bracelet turned its arrow to the left. "Take the next left. He's on the move."

The nephilim couldn't really help but roll his eyes at Hope's urgency to locate Kirby, but nonetheless, Nathaniel sat back and distracted himself with his flashcards. If there was on thing Nathaniel wasn't going to do, it was fail his exams because Landon Kirby was useless at taking care of himself. If it wasn't for Hope, Nathaniel wouldn't have bat an eyelash at the Wednesday Addams strayed situation- but hell, did the nephilim care for the tribrid and her damn needs.

The next few hours in car-school turned to be what Nathaniel would consider hell. And as Doctor Saltzman finished his explanation on osmosis, the car came to a stop before the house Hope had brought them to, claiming Wednesday was sat in like a lone duck.

Nathaniel wasn't really looking forward to the God-awful Wednesday reunion party.

"Is this the place?" Alaric asked.

"Yup," Hope replied, a sarcastic smile on her full lips. "And not a moment too soon. Pretty sure you were about to tell me how babies are made."

"I already know how babies are made." Nathaniel smirked and Hope scoffed, followed by the nephilim's snort. "With love, Hope. What a naughty thinker you are."

Hope rolled her eyes at Nathaniel and tried opening the car door before completely being stopped by Doctor Saltzman. "Hey, before we go in there-"

"Don't worry, we're crystal," Hope sighed slightly. "You're Professor X, I'm Wolverine."

Alaric scrunched up his nose. "I was more of a DC kid."

Hope shook her head. "Then you're Batman and I'm Robin."

Nathaniel was just about done with that conversation. "Look, Comic Con, we got a hostage situation involving someone I genuinely wish would choke on his spit, so before I retract my help from this extraction mission, could we please move on?"

And without another word, Nathaniel was out of the car and Alaric and Hope were following suit. Just as all three reached the door and debated what their next move would be, the loud scream belonging to a male voice triggered Hope in an instant to blow the door off its hinges.

"Hope, no!" Nathaniel tried, but it was too late.

"Patere!" Hope exclaimed, thrusting the palms of her hands forward in a pushing motion.

When Nathaniel followed Hope and Alaric into the vicinity, the first thing that his eyes landed on, as the nephilim stood on the door that now laid on the floor, was the elderly scared couple that gaped at the three strangers who had just interrupted their lunch, the T.V still blaring gunshots in the background.

Hope flushed. "Uh, uh, what- what are you watching?"

"Nice save, Hope," Nathaniel tight-smiled his sarcastic praise.

"Oh," Alaric stammered as the couple watched in disbelief. "I'm so sorry that we've ruined your lunch. I- I promise we're going to replace your door," he spoke loudly before turning to Hope. "That's some compass. We're in the wrong place."

Hope shook her head, following the way her arrow pointed before pulling Landon's bracelet from the mailbox attached to the wooden door on the floor. The tribrid chuckled. "Someone knew we were coming."

Which made things a hell of a lot more difficult. Until, they weren't anymore. Hope had decided on doing a locater spell- blessed be her witchy skills- and the three were on their merry way towards Landon Kirby and his prominent under-eye circles. Though, in using said locater spell, it brought more trouble. And then again, things became more difficult- gas leak difficult.

"Can I help you?"

The man that came up to them at the closed-off road had a familiarity feel to Nathaniel and the nephilim couldn't help but stare intently. The curly-haired stranger wasn't something Supernatural, but Nathaniel couldn't definitely feel him not being completely human. That was odd. And it didn't help that the man's gaze lingered on him a little while longer. Something was up. Nathaniel's grace picked up in pace.

"Yeah, I hope so, uh," Alaric was the first to respond, bringing in the stranger's attention. "Say, what's going on here?"

The man smiled; Nathaniel cringed. "Gas leak. Don't worry though, we have it under control," he tried to brush off, but they knew better than to believe it. "You wouldn't happen to know who lives here, would you? We tried knocking, but no one's home."

Alaric shrugged slightly.

And Hope pursed her lips. "Um, we're looking for-"

"The highway," Nathaniel butted in and Hope gave him an odd look. "We're lost. You know, road trip and all. Had to tell Dad to put his pride aside and ask for directions."

Alaric nodded sheepishly, playing along.

"Yeah," the stranger replied, something glimmering in his eye before turning to give directions. "At the end of the road, you make a right. Can't miss it."

"Cool, thanks," Alaric replied, feigning gratefulness before giving Nathaniel and Hope a look. "Jake, Jessica, let's get a move on."

Without another word, the three were making their way back to Alaric's car while trying to make themselves blend in enough as a normal family. Everything about that interaction had Nathaniel feeling some type of way. Something was definitely wrong, and the nephilim was sure it was something that was going to come back and bite them in the ass.

"Jessica, really?"

Nathaniel narrowed his eyes on the curly-haired man as Alaric began to drive away from the scene. "Was it just me or was that whole thing a cover-up?"

"Yup," Alaric confirmed.

Hope paused. "Do you think they're after Landon?"

"That'd be my best guess," Nathaniel added before rolling his eyes in annoyance. "What the hell is everyone's fascination with this kid, anyway? Does he have cherry-flavored nipples or something?"

And maybe if tensions weren't so high, Alaric might have laughed at Nathaniel's comment. Hope on the other hand, didn't find it as amusing since the tribrid decided on rolling her eyes at the nephilim. Thing was, Nathaniel was getting tired of battling Landon for Hope's attention. And the nephilim didn't want to think about it, but getting his heart broken by Hope Mikaelson would suck more than Jed still being M.I.A.

The nephilim needed to do something before it was too late and Wednesday swooped in to steal the girl Nathaniel was in love with.

An hour and some later, the trio ended up tracking Landon down to a motel room in the middle of nowhere. And sticky situations ensued. Alaric persuaded the lock to the room Hope had stated housed a Kirby with a pocket-knife, and once the professor was in the seemingly empty room, a tall woman pointed her gun at the back of Alaric's neck.

"Uh," Alaric faltered a bit, his hands coming up in a surrender motion. "I'm looking for Landon Kirby."

The woman encircled Alaric until she stood before him, still pointing her gun at him. "And who the hell are you?"

When the gun safety clicked, Nathaniel felt his insides burn. With a twist of his wrist, the nephilim used his telekinesis abilities to make the woman's hand twist in an uncomfortable angle, and within seconds, the gun laid in Nathaniel's left hand as the nephilim pointed the gun between her eyes.

"Point the gun at him one more time and I'm putting a bullet right between your eyelids," Nathaniel threatened, his bright yellow eyes and popping white veins looking intimidating.

The woman faltered just slightly, but she kept her ground. "You must be the nephilim."

Things went kind of blurry from there. After Landon Kirby made his grand entrance- which Nathaniel could have done better, in his most humble opinion- the woman, now referred to as Seylah, a.k.a, Landon's lost mom, was spared from the nephilim's wrath by none other than Alaric Saltzman as the man made Nathaniel put down the weapon.

Seylah hummed. "So, you're the headmaster of a private school for supernaturals," she stated, eyeing Alaric before turning towards Hope and Nathaniel. "And you're the teacher's pet?"

Alaric slacked his jaw. "Actually, they're kind of a pain in my ass."

"Classy, Ric," Nathaniel rolled his eyes before turning towards Seylah. "And you're the walkout parent that gave Wednesday Addams mommy issues."

Hope scoffed in somewhat-agreement. "A little judgy for an absent teen mother."

"You were wrong. I like them," Seylah snorted, giving Landon a look.

Nathaniel wasn't going to let that go on for long, so, the nephilim quickly stood beside Hope and puffed out his chest. "Well, seems you know a whole lot about us, and we still don't know a whole lot about you. I think the score should be evened."

And that's where Seylah's story commenced. An army veteran that got recruited by an intelligence organization where she soon found out that supernaturals existed and her job was to keep that world a secret. When monsters- as she so nicely put it- went bump in the night, risking exposing the truth, she would track them and bring them back to her headquarters.

"We're not monsters," Hope argued.

Seylah didn't care. "You are to me."

And Nathaniel wasn't going to have it. "A monster is what you are by leaving a defenseless kid to his own fate. Look in the mirror, mother of the year."

Still, that didn't move her. An explanation to Malivore ensued to fill Landon in on everything. A hell dimension that consumed creatures and wiped their existence from the collective conscious. What also came as a surprise to Wednesday, was how one of the three locks the Necromancer spoke about- the knife- had already been sent to Malivore. Though, what everyone couldn't comprehend was why monsters were still going after Landon if the knife had already been sent back.

"I have no idea," Landon tried defending himself. "Didn't really get the chance to ask the last one. He just tried to eat me."

Alaric feigned a smile. "It's been a rough semester."

But Seylah didn't find that humorous. "It will only get worse if you don't go home and forget you heard the name. Just like we forget everyone who's ever been there."

And as she tried to leave, Landon held onto her. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. You- you have to tell us more. I mean-"

"I don't know who your father is," Seylah quickly interrupted as she shut Landon down. "My job was stressful, so I had flings to blow off steam. Got pregnant, and just like your not-friends said, I'm not equipped to be a mother. Sorry. I thought I was giving you a better life."

And with that, Seylah was walking out of the door without even looking back. The look on Landon's face didn't move Nathaniel, though the nephilim, in that second, had to touch his heart for the Kirby kid. The necromancer's version of his own mother was still fresh in his brain, but that hadn't in actuality been her. The difference was, that this was Landon's actual mother, and she had just walked out on him for a second time.

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unedited.
I want to thank everyone who left a comment
on the last chapter. It means a lot that some
of you have reached out through PM's as well.
I never expected to recieve as much support as
I have, and for that, I am truly grateful.
Anyway, here's the chapter I promised. I had
finished it some time ago, but wanted to
respond to the people that reached out before
posting it. But, here it is, along with a
Nephilim Nathaniel manip: