Red, H. Mikaelson.

Miss Mystic Falls

The Black and White wolves ran through wild, both of them enjoying every moment of it until suddenly the smaller white wolf attacked the black one.

Hope bit down on his neck and Nathan relatilated on instinct and with his hit ended up throwing Hope a few feet away from him.

Just then both of them moved towards the old mill, Hope reached first and quickly grabbed leggings and his shirt, going deep and quickly putting on the clothes, as he showed up a few seconds later.

He quickly put on the extra pair of boxers he had brought as a new tattoo of a moon was visible on his arm.

"I'm sorry!"

Hope exclaimed from within where she was dressing up, when she felt Nathan sigh and wipe the blood off the bite mark on his neck.

"This was supposed to help you Hope."

Nathan said as the wound finally healed and he picked up a water bottle and took a drink.

"It kinda did."

She added in a low voice as he spoke up.

"I know it did, because I felt it but then suddenly you lost your shit and tried to kill me."

He said, as he sat down on the sofa that many students had 'Old Mill & Chill' on.

"All I did was bite your neck. You were the one that broke my rib!"

She snapped as he sighed before snapping back himself.

"I cannot control my strength, my mind and your mind at the same fucking time!"

He heard her coming and looked over his shoulder at her. Nathan's eyes widened when he saw her in his black shirt, and her black leggings.

Her hair, her eyes and everything about her was pure beauty as he couldn't stop staring. She didn't comment on it.

She loved the way he stared at her as she walked towards him and sat down beside him, either not speaking as she took the water bottle out of his head and drank from it.

"I'm sorry, it's just your mind was flooded with Hannah -!"

She commented, she wasn't jealous because he had thought how good it felt to see her just as free as Hannah had been last night.

It also cemented the doubt that she had about the mysterious wolf but before she could continue on that comment. He added.

"And you remembered Landon, and how he died and the Traumas came rushing back."

He stated as her eyes widened, as she wasn't afraid to be honest with him she said.

"Yes, exactly that."

He nodded as he looked towards the clearing outside the mill, her eyes were stuck on him. As he took a deep sigh and turned to stare at her.

"Have I ever told you what it means to be A Broken?"

He asked and she shook her head as he continued.

"As you know, I'm a quarter Broken One. The rumour goes that they are named as Broken ones because they leave their victims broken; mind, body & soul."

She nodded, as she had already heard that before.

"It's not true, I mean it's half true. That is also the case but the truth is that the magic for a Broken one comes from pain."

Her eyes widened in surprise, this was the first time she had heard this part.

"We have to feel the pain. Our own or of our victims, but our power comes from pain."