The Villain in Whose Story (Phosie Fanfic)

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"Mine"

"One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope."

-Steven Deitz

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No One POV

    Hope stared shocked at Landon. "You're w-with them?" She stutters. Landon smirks evilly, "You really are stupid. I've been planning this for a while. Who do you think turned the magic off hmm? I mean it's really Alaric's fault for having the dark object here but anyways, you're going to give us the dagger, or I'm going to kill everyone you love." He stares at the tribrid and smirks smugly.

   "Or, I could just kill you." Hope vamps over to him and snaps his neck. A loud crack echoes throughout the room and it's completely silent. His body falls to the floor and all hell breaks loose. The vampires speed towards the nearest men and they start to fight them. The werewolves do the same and the witches help where they can. Hope kicks Landon's body aside and vamps up the stairs towards Clarke.

   She clenches her hand into a fist and throws it at his face. He catches it and he moves it behind her back so her arm is pinned behind her. "Got you." He's so close that the auburn girl could feel his breath on her neck when he breathes. In a swift motion, she pushes her head backward and it connects with his face. He stumbles back holding his eye. He removes his hand to reveal a blue bruise. "Oops," She smirks at him. She walks over to the railings and breaks a piece of wood off the stair railings. She holds it over her knee and breaks it in half over her knee and points it at him. "How can you hate supernatural if you are one?" He chuckles darkly. "I don't hate supernaturals, I hate you." 

   Hope recoils slightly as she's taken aback. Why would this man that I barely know, hate me? she thinks. "Why?" He doesn't answer but instead launches himself at her. She brings her hand up and catches him as he lunges. She drives the wooden stick into him and he falls to the ground with a groan. "You killed him." His voice is strained. "I've killed a lot of people. You're gonna need to be a bit more specific." She drops the wood. He staggers up and makes eye contact with her. The hate and wrath in his eyes were like blazing fire and it was visible. He breaks it and looks around the room. He's clearly lost and he knows. His men are all on the floor bloodied and unconscious. All the students are standing back waiting for the infamous daughter of Klaus Mikaelson to kill Clarke. She punches him with as much force as she can and he goes out cold. 

   The room is silent as she turns toward the room. She scans the room for Josie and Penelope and once she finds them she rushes towards them. Penelope falls into the tribrid's arms. The raven-haired girl can be heard whispering something like a mantra. "I killed him. I killed him." Hope shushes her and holds her in a tight embrace. Josie wraps her arms around both of them and they comfort each other. They stay like that for a while when all of a sudden Penelope falls out of Hope's arms and she screams in pain. She's holding her stomach and her girlfriends start panicking. "What's happening to her?" "Did you see her get hurt?" Josie shakes her head at Hope's question. Penelope's looking at the ground and when she raises her head everyone that can see her gasps.

    Her eyes are a brilliant golden color. "I was afraid this was going to happen." Penelope stops screaming and she passes out. Everyone turns to look at Alaric who had just spoken. "You know what's happening to her?" He nods but instead of explaining he says, "We can talk later but for now let's clean up and look after the injured." The girls reluctantly agree and everyone disperses to check in with each other.