You Are My Soulmate!

Chapter 5

Alaric released the class but stopped Hope before she could leave the room. Landon went to greet his girlfriend with a hug after the class ended, only the four of them remained in the auditorium. Hope felt so stupid. She should have just kept quiet, but she was unable to listen to the professor insulting her family. She was nervous, but she didn't let anyone see her anxiousness. She didn't know what the professor knew about her and according to his previous talk, he loathed her family. Alaric then looked at his daughter and Landon.

"Could you two please leave Miss Marshall and I to talk privately?" He asked them politely. Hope looked at them with begging eyes, not to leave. She wasn't sure if Alaric was an enemy of her father or not, but with Josie and Landon around she hoped Alaric wouldn't lash out or anything. Hope didn't know what to expect from him. She wasn't afraid, she was strong, she knew she could take him any moment, but the uncertainty made her very nervous.

"I don't know Doctor Saltzman. I don't think she would be comfortable, I think it's better for us to stay." Landon said and Hope appreciated him so much at that moment. Alaric just nodded with annoyance then looked at Hope.

"I just wanted to ask you, why the deep interest in the Mikaelson family? He asked with a smirk.

"I like reading about fantasy and fiction I guess." Hope shrugged but she knew he wouldn't believe her. Hope could see it in his loathing eyes that he figured out who she was already.

"If you like it so much, I'm sure you heard the story that Klaus Mikaelson had a child... a daughter. Witches and the supernatural world were terrified when she was born. They said the child would destroy them all, that she would be powerful and terrifying. They say she is something else... neither a vampire or a wolf or a witch, but all. Allegedly Klaus Mikaelson kept her locked up in his New Orleans mansion... but I guess children grow up Miss Marshall and cannot be controlled by their parents anymore. Do you know how he named his daughter? It really is funny in the sense what she is supposed to be. If we call Klaus an abomination there is no word of her unnatural existence. He named her Hope... isn't that hilarious?" He said with a nasty smile.

Hope's expression changed. She was furious and rage started to build inside her. He was insulting her and her family for what reason? He didn't have a right to talk to her that way. Hope could show him who he was exactly assaulting, there would be no question when he would beg for his life before she tore it away. In a split second millions of ways of killing him flashed before Hope's eyes. Then she noticed Landon and Josie standing by the professor's desk silently, terrified. Were they terrified of her? Was Alaric provoking her to attack? With his own child in the room? He was insane and Hope could see he was only trying to prove a point. That Hope was a Mikaelson. A beast, violent monster just like her dad. So, Hope collected herself. As much as she wanted to make him suffer for his comments, she smiled at him the most innocent way.

"Well, I like my name." Hope said quietly. It took everything to stay calm. "Is that it? You wanted to insult me? Can I go now?" She asked a little more firmly.

"Just one more thing Miss... Mikaelson." He replied then opened his desk drawer while he looked at his daughter. "Josie, don't let her leave." That's all Hope heard before a terrified Josie, who was holding Landon's hand murmured a spell, which left Hope immobilized. "Perfect, thank you Josie." He smiled and pulled out some chains from his drawer.

Hope recognized the chains immediately and not only her body, but her mind seemed to froze as well. Painful memories flooded her mind from the last time someone put on her very similar chains. It was Roman. The chains took away Hope's magic and she was unable to save her mom's life. Now it felt like she was unable to save her own. She blanked out completely, unable to remember the spell to undo the immobilization spell. She was supposed to know that spell, her aunt Freya taught her, but nothing came to mind. Alaric walked to her and gripped her wrist tightly, putting the chains in place. She was useless. Because of the helplessness and the painful memories of her mom's death, tears started to burn her eyes. Then she remembered her dad's words. Perhaps he was right, Hope wasn't ready to be independent, she was still a child. Being eighteen didn't magically turn her into an adult. All she wanted was her dad at that moment.