Chapter 42 : Can I Get My Kiss Now? (Ep. 8)

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Hope's POV


Spending time with Josie last night was fun. I'm happy that she forgave me, that she wanted me to stay. I'm not sure what are relationship is right now, but I know I'll wait for her decision. I'll try give her some space she can chose. When I went back to the Mikaelson msnor Freya was gone but she left a note saying she'll be back soon. I slept well last night knowing me and Josie were slowly going back to normal. I go back to the Salvatore school to talk to Clarke. I changed his appearance back to normal because I couldn't look at him when he wore a face of my friend. When I open the door he's Inspecting his face. I lean on the side on the door.

"Ah, yes, I did a spell to alter your appearance. Turn you into the most vile thing I could imagine." I hold up his illusion ring. "I just look like me." he observes. "Then I nailed it." I reply.
"To be honest. I'm glad you're here."
"You clearly hate me, so I can't imagine why." I say.
"Because there's still time for you to come to your senses before you toss me
into the pit." he says.
"One, it's more of a ditch; two, I'm really looking forward to it; and three, you're trapped inside a magically created body that expires at midnight. Save your breath. There's no one coming to save you. You're going into a grave you dug for yourself." I leave afterwards to let him soak up my words.

When I walk outside its snowing and all the kids and some teenagers including Kaleb are having fun. Something is definitely wrong, Kaleb said its Christmas but it's October. This is clearly a monster's doing I just need to find out what. Everyone is under the monster's spell, the students are hanging Christmas lights and decorating the tree, even Dr. Saltzman and the other adults are affected they're acting like children. I go to the one person I can think of who might not be affected. "Lizzie!"
"We get it, Hope. You're back. Now disappear again." she says and tries to go back to sleep.
"Ah. You're still a bitch. Thank God." I walk up to her and give her a hug.

"What? What is happening?" she asks.
"I don't know. It's like everyone in the school is happy except for us. Too happy. Like scary happy. Merry, even. They all think that it's Christmas. And the snow. probably doesn't help." I say. Lizzie gets up and looks out the window.
"It's snowing? How?"
"Uh, another monster, I'm guessing."
"This is terrible news. It's freaking fall. Not winter. What am I gonna wear?" of course that's the only thing she got. She goes to her dresser grabs some clothes.
"Something to travel in? I'm gonna need you to hit the road." I state.
"You want me to quest for Frodo Baggins, don't you? I thought that the monsters weren't after him now."

"We don't know what they want, or even who they're working for anymore. We need to make sure Landon is safe." she sits back in the bed with clothes in hand.
"Fine. A little locator spell and then off to Mordor I go." she agrees.
"Ho, ho, ho! I come bearing gifts." Josie says holding a tray of fresh baked cookies. Great, she's affected too. "More like a peace offering, really."
"I thought that the three of us had already made peace." Lizzie says nervously and looking at me terrified.
"Well, this whole school year, I have been really naughty. I've not been the supportive sister that I want to be."

"And then there's Maya. It was wrong of me to be jealous when I was still with Landon. But thankfully, Christmas is all about forgiveness, right? Cookie?" She ask holding up the tray. I lean forward whisper to Lizzie. "Run." Lizzie scrambles to pick up her clothes not even bothering to change and run out the door. I clear my throat and turn my attention to Josie "What kind of cookie?" "A variety of cookies for you to choose. All made with love." Josie puts the tray on her desk and then she sits beside me on the bed. She holds my hands and smiles at me warmly. "I love you, Hope." I am taken aback by what she said. I put my hand over hers. "I love you too, Jo" This is all the monster's doing but I still feel butterflies in my stomach.

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