Alaric walked quickly through the prison world, Wickery Bridge sign under his arm and eyes scanning the street as he went. Not a single thing moved out there other than him.
He let himself in the Salvatore Boarding House, taking only a moment to appreciate the way it used to look before it was rearranged and catered to hoardes of magical children before he headed to the basement.
He set to work turning the sign into as many sharp stakes as he could. If he was already here, he was going to make it count. He tucked them all into the inside of his jacket, retracing his steps back out of the house.
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Into Thin Air
FanfictionAfter witnessing an old friend vanish, Hope Mikaelson becomes obsessed with finding out what happened to her, even when no one else at the Salvatore School seems to remember her ever existing. With the help of an unlikely ally or two, Hope will unco...
