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Graduation was coming and I still had no idea what we were going to do. The family had compelled themselves good grades and honestly we wouldn't have passed if we were normal humans. The big day was only two days away and we were still recovering from the big battle. Rebekah suggested a big party at the hybrid house that everyone had agreed to.

Mikaelson parties were nothing to mess with. While the more sophisticated of our lot, mainly Elijah and Finn, would just dance and have some champagne, the wildest of us all, that being Kol, Henrik, and Rebekah, would likely get hammered and do something stupid. It was up to Nik to make sure that the newly named Terror Trio didn't destroy anything that couldn't be replaced, like human lives and his paintings.

Mostly his paintings.

The girls and I would have to go shopping. Even if the heretics hadn't gone to school, they would still take part in the party. The attire was semi formal, meaning that you weren't supposed to look like a goddess with a huge ball gown, but you did need to look like a princess in a killer dress.

"Mar, how do I look?" Rebekah gives a little twirl as Mar looks her up and down, figuring out to say something constructive.

"You look gorgeous, but I think that the red one would make you stand out a bit more," Rebekah, for once, didn't get mad at the constructive criticism of the dress. She grabbed the red dress and started to put it on, allowing her figure to fill the cracks. I gasp at my elder sister's beauty, quite dearly wishing that I could be as pretty as she was.

"I do tend to render you shocked, baby sister," Rebekah snarks, "Get on the pink one, Striddy, you'll look gorgeous."

The group of heretic girls cheer me on. I give in, picking out the pretty baby pink dress that Rebekah had thrown my way and putting it on. While I was in no way comparable to Rebekah, I was close. The dress was stunning and fit me in just the right ways.

"You have to wear it, Striddy! Stefan and Damon won't be able to get off of you, tonight!" Rebekah cheered, moving the girls out of the way so she could look at me at a better angle. The rest of the girls wait for my response. I giggle and nod my head, causing the rest of them to come together in a huge group hug before taking off our dresses and compelling our dresses to be paid for.

This would be a good time.

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So many people showed up to this damned party. I mean, Kol is going to have fun with these girls. Aw, they're looking at him longingly.

The party was more of a social meetup rather than a dance or anything. Most people just came because they wanted to see the huge house and whoever lived inside. I couldn't blame them, most of the hybrids hadn't been seen outside of the house and humans did tend to get curious when people stayed inside of their homes all day. Some people held secrets and those secrets would be decoded poorly by whatever 15 year old girl wanted to be Nancy Drew that day.

My brothers were scattered around the place, with Kol and Elijah bickering about something in one of the corners and with Henrik hanging out with Jer. I swear, those two are my favorite pairing in this house. Sorry Caroline, you and Nik could never beat the sexual tension coming off of these two right now.

A group of girls entered the ballroom, with the leader of them having a smirk on their face. I took a step back as I smelled them. Vampires. I guess word gets around. They better be on their best behavior or I'm going to have to kick them out. The real question is, who snitched?

Kol looks over at the woman and then to me. I shake my head at him and he sticks his tongue out at me. It was always you, Kol, always you. And you wonder why Nik always left you in a coffin?

"Vamp chicks with big egos heading right towards us," Damon whispers into my ear, "They look either angry at you or angry that you're next to me. I can't tell."

It was only when I took another look at her did I really recognize who she was. Sage, you goddamn whore what are you doing here? Literally nobody cares about you here. Finn is over your stupid ass. I can't believe he stayed with you in the first place. Wouldn't budge when I said you were a dumb slut who just wanted Original dick.

"Damon, Astrid, what a lovely surprise," Sage greets with fake kindness. "I didn't know you were into Original bitches, Damon."

My mate growls at her words, stepping towards her with aggression in his eyes. "Don't you ever insult my mate again, Sage, or I'll rip you to pieces."

"If you don't leave this party right now, Sage, I will have to go and get Nik," Sage chuckles at my threat. "Finn doesn't want you anymore. He has us. Plus, he isn't even your mate. He's saving his heart for them when they come to him. If you think you have a chance, you are delusional."

"Finn will always come back to me. I have waited over 900 years for him to be undaggered by his younger brother. I am loyal to him," Damon lets out a howling laugh. "What's so funny about my loyalty."

"The fact that it just isn't real, Sage. You and I slept together a few times, way back when. If you were planning to be with him forever, you clearly shouldn't have slept with someone. You wait 900 years to sleep with someone because the only person you should want is them. Of course, you aren't mates, you're just another sire," Damon spits in her face.

It was true. Sage wasn't Finn's mate and would never be. She was desperately in love with him before he turned her. Her emotions became heightened and had done anything in her power to please him, did whatever he told her to do, even when she didn't want to. Sage was blinded by the sire bond that Finn had unknowingly created.

The red haired woman scoffed before leaving us. A few of the women that had been following her trailed as she walked out onto the dancefloor. One of the people with her had decided it was in good taste to wear cheetah. Who wears cheetah?

After about an hour, Finn had made his way over to me, whispering, "Why didn't you tell me that Sage was coming? She's been staring at me for the longest time and I have no clue what to do with her."

"You tell her that you don't want her and that she needs to get over you. Compel the woman if you have to. She already insulted me," Finn frowns and shakes his head. "This is what she always did. I told you what she used to insinuate about me."

"I was blinded, sister. I have no care for her now. Let me guess, she called you a bitch?" I nod. "Does she have no class whatsoever? If she wanted me back the last thing she should have done was insult my favorite little sister."

"Don't let Rebekah hear you say that, Finn, or she'll go off," Finn groans at the thought and takes a sip of his drink. He places the drink down on one of the tables before his breath hitches in his throat. "Finn, what's wrong?"

Finn just stands there, looking to be in some sort of vampire-shock as a stunning vampire girl walks across the dancefloor. She notices him and starts to make her way through the hybrids and a few of the heretics, her eyes focusing in on Finn.

"Mate."

Dresses in chapter:

Astrid

Rebekah

Caroline

Mary Louise

Val

Nora