ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 36 'sɪʙʟɪɴɢs & ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ... ᴀɢᴀɪɴ'

                                    

                                          

Nobody POV
''We have a problem!''
"REALLY?! I didn't notice...'' the black-haired woman replied sarcastically.
The older brown haired man rolled his eyes at the pair who were staring angrily into each other's eyes. "What could be worse than our father wanting to kill us?"
The young man pretended to think before throwing up his hands. ''Let me think.... what about our missing mother, who is up to God knows what.''
"That's a decent problem."
The dark haired woman snorted. "How wonderful! You have parents who not only want to get rid of you, but also want to kill you in a very painful way. Your family is full of family dramas and I'm stuck somewhere in between.''
The blonde raised her head from her nails and smiled sweetly. "Welcome to our family, honey."
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Cassandra POV
Earlier...
"Hmm..."
"So what do you think?" Damon pressed me.
I turned to face him and rested my hands on the table behind me. "So you invited me on a date to the caves you couldn't enter, which were also full of ancient pictures. Then we ended up in the apartment where you took all the creepy pictures. ''
"Well... your opinion."
I looked at him sideways. "It is old - centuries. A story of truth even if...''
"Even if what?"
''Nothing. It's like a fairy tale drawn in pictures. Just crack it and you'll find what you're looking for.''
"I thought maybe you'd see something in it, if you're so omniscient," he waved his hand over the pictures. "But thank you for nothing."
''You are welcome. Trust me when I say it's more fun watching you struggle.''
"That's so nice of you... we also have a history teacher who deals with the past," he smirked.
I returned the smirk. "Apparently. Because your brain cells wouldn't allow it.'' I scanned the photos and my gaze stopped at the names in the ruins. Of course I recognized it, how could I not? I have memories of past creations, I think a few names shouldn't bother me.
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"I was called. I am here right now. What do you want?'' I burst into the Mikaelson's mansion. "But do it one more time and it will cost you your life," I smiled sweetly at them.
"Well, everyone wants something different..."
"Rather demanding..." Rebekah tore away from the magazines full of dresses and smiled at me. "I need help choosing a dress for Homecoming."
"That's only for those who go to school," I said confusedly and went to sit next to her on the very ornate sofa.
''Surprise! I go to school now-''
"Why would you go there voluntarily?"
''Fun?''
"The last time I was at school I set off the fire alarm - no actually I set off a ruckus, didn't I threaten the teacher maybe? I witnessed a murder- murders,'' I shrugged and noticed the strange looks from my siblings. ''What? Normally it's boring.''
"You sound an awful lot like Kol."
"Can it even be counted as a compliment, because I've heard it from you at least ten times," I looked at them skeptically.