Hope entered the penthouse that she and the twins' compelled for themselves. She looked around the large open space, wondering where the twins were at.

She pulled out her phone and sent the twins a quick text, checking in with them. They were probably with Caroline if she had to guess.

Hope took off her jacket and tossed it on the back of the couch as she headed towards the kitchen to grab a blood bag.

After that, she leaned against the counter, sipping it as she gazed at the bulletin board that had a collage of photos of the twins and her.

Hope smiled as she thought about the good times at the Salvatore Boarding School, but with the good comes the bad.

So much had happened since they went there.

A few hundred years had passed and they had made a name for themselves.

The New Originals.

It was obvious why they were called that. They were three sisters that happened to be the most powerful beings on the planet.

History had repeated itself.

Sure, the twins weren't related to her by blood but they were her little sisters. They had her back and she had theirs.

They even took the Mikaelson name. Although, there were a lot of factors in that. One of them was, they hated their father and didn't want to have any sort of connection to him.

They could have taken their Mom's last name but they were already being called the New Originals by then, so it felt fitting.

Hope sighed as she finished the blood bag, putting it in the trash can.

Sometimes, Hope wondered what would have happened if the twins didn't die in one of the battles that raged against the Necromancer.

Would they have turned later on? Would they have had to do the merge?

Would they have never fought with their own dad, causing them to disown him? Would Hope be alone for eternity?

It was an impossible question to know the answer to but what she did know was that the selfish part of her was grateful they turned.

They were her best friends. Her family that she could always rely on.

However, Hope did feel guilty for the divide that happened between the twins and Dr. Saltzman. If she had stopped the Necromancer earlier on, then they wouldn't have become heretics, which wouldn't have led to more problems with the twins and their dad.

Essentially, what happened was that the twins began to relish being vampires, which Dr. Saltzman didn't like.

And Hope couldn't blame him, the twins did become rather dark. And it got to the point that they began to see humans as food rather than people.

Hope eventually felt the same but it took longer for her to completely dismiss the humanity that would leak through when she dealt with humans.

However, after an incident, where the twins gave into their blood lust and killed a dozen people, Dr. Saltzman decided enough was enough and tried to send them into a prison world.

Yeah, that didn't end well. For him at least.

Caroline stopped him before it could work, but that didn't change the fact that the twins had been betrayed by their dad.

Hope, herself, harbored her own anger at him for trying to do that to his own children.

After that, the twins had changed even more. And Hope blamed Dr. Saltzman because of how jaded they became with it becoming more difficult for them to trust people.

Although, the twins and their mom had a great relationship. This then caused Hope to have a great relationship with Caroline because she ended up spending a lot of time with her because of the twins.

In the end, Caroline had become like a mother figure to her. Although Hope would never forget her mom, Caroline had filled that void rather well.

Especially since her Aunt Freya and Aunt Rebekah had passed away recently.

Hope shook her head. She didn't want to get into those painful memories. Out of the corner of her eye, a picture of the three girls with their old friends at the school caught her attention.

Hope smiled as she spotted Landon, Alyssa, Rafael, Kaleb, MG, and Jeb in the picture.

They were all dead except for Kaleb and MG, who were running the Salvatore Boarding School in place of Dr. Saltzman.

Alyssa and Jeb died in a plane crash, two years after the war with the Necromancer and Malivore. While Rafael and Landon actually died in the fights that took place.

Hope sighed, feeling the familiar ache in her chest, and went up to her room to relax.

When she reached it, she collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes.

Over the years, she and the twins had become feared. For their power, for their intelligence, and for their ability to gather allies that would die for them.

Very few stood against them.

And while Hope could admit that she and the twins had done well for themselves, most of the credit went to her Uncle Kol, who was still a vampire, and Caroline.

Those two had guided them through everything.

They taught them how to survive and thrive in the supernatural world. A part of her wondered if her dad was proud of who she had become.

She knew that many called her a female Klaus or Klaus 2.0, except slightly nicer and less paranoid.

And once when Hope was talking with her Uncle Kol, he made a comment about how she was a mix between her dad and her Aunt Freya. He also joked that Josie was a mini-Elijah, while Lizzie was a mini-him with some Rebekah in her.

That made Hope smile because it meant that while they were gone, in a way they were still there with her, in them.

When Hope thought about it, she couldn't deny that she was a lot like her dad and her aunt. She had a nasty temper with the intelligence to match it.

If she felt betrayed by someone, she would go on a revenge grind, making everyone aware that she was her father's daughter.

Then there was Josie, who always kept the peace, mainly between Lizzie and Hope. Especially because when they were fighting, things got heated.

Josie was the voice of reason and logic. She would clean up any messes made by Hope and Lizzie. Although, on rare occasions, she would let herself have some fun and join in the games.

Lastly, there was Lizzie, who liked to mess around and cause chaos. Lizzie would always play pranks on others using magic and she just liked to have fun.

She was living life to its fullest. But she also liked playing with people to see what makes them snap.

And over time, had collected a lot of blood on her hands. Perhaps, enough to rival her Uncle Kol's own.

However, Hope had to admit, there was another reason they were called the New Originals. It being that they couldn't die like a normal vampire.

Of course, that wasn't surprising for Hope, seeing as she was the tribrid, but it was for the twins. No one on the outside knew how it was possible because if they did, they might be able to undo what Hope did.

Out of fear that the twins could be killed easily, she came up with a solution. She tied the twins' immortality to her.

What that did was make it so that they couldn't die from anything that couldn't kill Hope. The magic made them connected in a way that no one could understand.

The three were as resilient as the originals had been, but with the bonus of having magic.

The downside was that if someone found out, all they had to do was break the spell.

Doing so would be extremely difficult but not impossible. The spell was created by her and a counter curse would have to be created to undo it.

So they told nobody, not wanting to risk anything.
Now even Kol and Caroline were aware of how they did it.

Hope looked up as her door opened and the twins came in, jumping on her bed, and settling next to her.

"Hey, girls," Hope greeted, as they shifted to be more comfortable.

"Hey, mutt," Lizzie replied, dodging Hope's hand as it tried to wack her.

Josie laughed, "Hey. Did you just get back?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's been a long week, the vampires in the French Quarter were acting up again," Hope said with a sigh.

"Want Josie and me to go pay them a visit? I'm sure we could set them straight," Lizzie said with a hopeful look.

Hope shook her head, making Lizzie pout.

"I handled them, but if they start up again, you can remind them who's in charge," Hope said, glancing at her.

"Sounds good," Lizzie muttered, softly as she closed her eyes.

"So were you guys at Caroline's?" Hope asked, curiously.

"Yeah," Josie said, looking over.

"How is she doing with your Aunt Bonnie's passing?" Hope asked, pushing herself up into a sitting position.

"She's working through it, but at the moment, she's struggling," Josie said, sitting up.

It was painful to her to see Caroline this way but there was nothing they could do about it except help her through the hard time.

"I think that it's really hit her now that she's the last one alive of her friends, but Mom's strong, she'll get through it," Lizzie said, sitting up as well.

"Should we all just stay over there?" Hope wondered. Caroline really shouldn't be alone right now.

"Nah, Kol's over there right now," Lizzie said, shaking her head.

"He is?" Hope said in surprise.

But at the same time, it wasn't that shocking. Caroline and Kol had become best friends over the last hundred years.

It was a surprising development but somehow, they just worked. Caroline had supported him when he lost Davina, so it was not surprising that he would do the same for her.

"Yeah, he and her were talking about the past when we left, and I think they were planning on binge watching rom-coms and eating ice cream," Josie said, biting her lip.

Hope nodded. "Okay," Hope said, stretching her neck.

"I'm bored," Lizzie said, all of a sudden.

"Hmm?" Hope looked over in surprise. "Is there something you want to do?"

"Something not boring," was Lizzie's reply.

"No, really?" Hope asked, sarcastically.

Lizzie turned to glare at Hope, annoyed. "Would you shut up?" Lizzie said, narrowing her eyes.

Hope rolled her eyes. "And why the hell would I listen to you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, challengingly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were trained at the dog pound, guess I was wrong," Lizzie said, mockingly.

Hope glared straight back. "Ever heard of not being a bit-"

"Guys!" Josie interrupted their fight, causing them both to turn to her. "How about we go to a bar?"

Hope and Lizzie exchanged looks. "Fine," They agreed.

The three girls got ready.

The twins straightened their hair and wore matching outfits but in different colors.

Lizzie wore a black leather jacket over a dark blue shirt with dark jeans, while Josie wore the same except her jacket was white with a yellow shirt and light jeans.

They were really going for the good twin/bad twin vibe.

While Hope just wore a burgundy top with black leggings and had her hair up in a ponytail.

Once they were ready to go they headed to a bar near their penthouse.

When they arrived, they grabbed some drinks and started dancing on the dance floor.

After a few hours of that, they split up so they could find meals.

Hope looked over at Lizzie expecting to see her flirting with her potential victim, instead, she saw her staring at the back exit with a strange look on her face.

Hope glanced around for Josie, spotting her on the dance floor, feeding on someone. Hope looked back at Lizzie and walked over.

"Liz? What's up?" Hope said, giving her a concerned look.

Lizzie spared her a glance. "You don't feel that?" She asked with a frown.

Hope's brow furrowed as she looked back at the exit that Lizzie had been looking at. And that was when she sensed it. A strange magic.

It felt weird and dark.

But also strangely comforting. As if trying to draw them near.

"What is that?" Hope wondered, aloud.

"I don't know but I want to find out," Lizzie said, narrowing her eyes in determination.

Hope frowned, "I don't know if that's a good-" Lizzie ignored her and started walking towards the back exit. "Lizzie!"

Hope started after her as Josie looked over, hearing her call Lizzie's name. By the time Lizzie and Hope were at the door, Josie had joined them.

"Guys, what are you doing?" Then she paused sensing what they were sensing. "What the hell?"

The three went through the door, which led into the alleyway.

"There's nothing here," Josie muttered, confused.

Lizzie looked up at the fire escape that led to the roof of the building next door and started up it.

"Lizzie!" Both Josie and Hope exclaimed, but they were ignored as Lizzie continued upwards. The two exchanged looks and started following.

When they made it to the top the three froze.

12 dead bodies were laying on the ground forming a circle with candles around them.

The magic they had sensed before was suffocating now.

"A sacrifice?" Hope wondered as she tried to figure out what was happening.

Josie took a step forward but Hope caught her arm.

"Don't, sacrifices are only used in incredibly powerful spells, and we don't know why it was done," Hope said, warningly.

"Is that a grimoire?" Lizzie wondered, looking at something in the middle of the setup.

Josie looked at it and walked forward, stepping over the bodies. Hope and Lizzie followed behind hesitantly.

When they reached the center, Josie knelt down and picked up the grimoire, looking down at the page, as she started to read it.

Then out of nowhere, the wind picked up and the candles flared.

"What the fuck?" Lizzie exclaimed in surprise.

Josie suddenly looked up with a horrified look. "We have to get out of the circle now-"

She was cut off as light surrounded them and everything went dark.

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