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𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘷

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𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘷

𝒀𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕. I simpily told her that I would have to make sure her Headmaster a.k.a Alaric Saltzman was okay with that, and make sure Freya would be fine with me here in New Orleans since she's pregnant.

I've been putting off the call all day, but I know I will have to do it sometime during daylight hours.

Hope has been having a hard time lately, I know it's because the one year anniversery of Niklaus' death is right around the corner. From what Lizzy and Josie Saltzman tell me, she doesn't really socialize with anyone to the point where she would have friends.

I met Lizzie and Josie around 11 years back when Caroline brought them to New Orleans in time of need. Caroline and I have always been good friends even back in the day when I was trying to kill all of her friends to break mine and Niklaus' curse. On little vacations Caroline would take them on they would always invite me to go with them, Hope never went because Niklaus didn't want her to far away.

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It's around 5:00 in the afternoon now.

I went to visit Freya and her wife to see how she was doing already, and Freya assured me that I should be with Hope. Freya knows about Alaric, she always thought that it was weird that I would talk to his daughters and still after all of these years I haven't talked to him.

It's not that I couldn't just pick up the phone and call him, I just don't know where to start with the conversation. Do I just keep it casual? Do I not bring up all of the plans we had? Do I just not say anything at all about our past relationship?

God. I'm a 1000 year old Tribrid. I can't even speak to a Human properly. I need to just pick up the phone and call, I scolded myself.

I walked into the very large kitchen here in the Compound, and put some blood into a wine glass and heated it up in the microwave. As I waited for the timer to go off, I took my celephone out of my purse and put in on the counter. I stared at it as it was a foreign object that I was repulsed by. The ding of the microwave brought me out of my heated trance with the phone, I took the glass out of the microwave and brought the glass as well as my phone into the living room.

I sat down on the plush couch and got comfortable. I pick up my phone and dialed the schools number that I had programmed into my phone incase of an emergency.

My finger hovered over the call button until I finally mustered up enough strength to press it.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

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