A dreaded choice Hosie and Hizzie

Love would be tragic

I don't know why it was taking so long... I just wanted her to open her eyes and look at me once more, Every time i saw she wasn't awake it broke a little part of me inside.

4 hours had passed and i just started crying... why wasn't she waking up. Shaking her face like it would do anything. I blamed myself,  I'd brought it up.

I hadn't even slept.. i just waited, morning was fast coming and i wasn't going to let her wake up without me.

My eyes forcefully try close but i throw them back open... something was wrong.

I hold her so tight.

Out of no where Lizzie's entire upper body jolts upwards as she gasps for breath, i let out a major sigh of relief.

She immidietly winced at the feeling of needing blood... she must've already started her turning process, all she needed was a blood bag.

I shot out from underneath her as i grab a blood bag from my mini-fridge.

"What the fuck happened Hope" Lizzie cries out.

She just sobs... she just broke down, mentally and physically.

I rush back towards her, wrapping my arms around her... she was safe... she was home.

I pass her a blood bag as she takes her first sip.

"I was worried you wouldn't come back to me" I sigh.

"Am i a-... am i... What the hell-" The blonde winces in pain, she was weakened from being out so long with the hightened emotions coming crashing in.

Lizzie's fangs came through as i saw her vampire face take form...

"You're going to be okay..." I reassure the girl as i rest my hand on her back.

She didn't stop, she devoured the whole bag... then grabbing another next to me.

I didn't stop her, i thought nothing of it... after all she's a new transitioning vampire? Well... heretic.

What alarms me is she goes to grab a third.

"hey... hey i think we've had enough" I go to take it off her but she rips it open as she downs it in one, spilling the blood all over her face as she turns to look at me.

Luckily i'd only got 3 out... but from now on i'd have to watch what she had.

"I want more" Lizzie reluctantly smiles.

"Maybe later..." I go to tell her.

"No... Now" Lizzie shoves me off of her as she runs towards my mini-fridge, grabbing another bag out of the fridge and ripping it open.

Maybe i could have a slight problem on my hands.

I sit there thinking of things to do... telling Alaric would only make this work... leaving her alone would be the worst situation.

She had no control, which is unusual as she's Carolines daughter.

"Lizzie... LIZZIE" I dart towards her, seeing her open what must be her 6th... we had to sort this out, she was strong... but she wasn't full tribrid strong.

I Pin her up against a wall as her vampire face stares right back at me, her lips dripping with blood.

Shortly after she calms down, her eyes changing back to normal and a distraught look plastering her face.

"What have you done to me" Lizzie cries as she falls to the ground.

This hurt more than a stake right through the heart... i hadn't done anything.

"I-... I don't know..." I cry back with her, enwrapping her in my arms and holding her close.

I had to teach her control... i'm sure she'll be fine.

Lizzie's body was shaking, most likely a side effect.

I pick her back up and rest her on her bed...

I left some blood bags right next to her just incase she needed them while i was gone... i now had to deal with something... well someone.

I shortly realise Lizzie had fallen asleep, it wasn't a big surprise as this would take a toll on almost anyone.

"Sleep well, my love" I whisper in her ear.  Eerily reminding me of my father, which was something i had to invoke in me right here right now.

I slammed the door on my dorm as i strut out, eyes efficiently turning my signature gold, veins petruding out of them.

I was angry... no forget that... i was enraged.

Anyone who got in my way, i slammed them to the side, leaving a clear line for me to get to Penelope's dorm.

A sadistic smirk was perched on my face as i recall what i'm going to put her through.

Students start to pull out their phones, recording every second of my walk to hell... I didn't care, right now... revenge was the only emotion filling every inch of my body.

I hear a heartbeat inside her dorm, quickly coming to realise it was her... throwing the door off its hinges instantly.

I see her... perched on her bed reading a book, her smile swiftly wiped off her face after she saw me... my face... the face that was going to kill her.

"Hey... hey hey Now Hope... I can explain" Penelope's weak voice pleaded as i walked towards her.

I don't say a word... she knew she was caught.

Penelope steps down off her bed as she cowers in the corner of her room, i rethink what i'm about to do... but then remember Lizzie's pleads... 'what have you done to me'... i hadn't done a think sweetheart... But i was about to.

"Hope... i can explai-" She doesn't finish her sentence.

I cut her off as my hand wraps itself around the girls throat, cutting her off completely.

She begins to squeal and yelp.

I lift her off the floor as now she was being starved of oxygen as well as well as feeling every ounce of blood pour from her limbs.

I take out the same pocket knife that Lizzie had used to... well. 

I interlock it in my other hand as i near it towards her face, mercilessly making small cuts and slits across her forehead to spell out a word... 

'Mikaelson' was engraved on the girls forehead.

Now taking the pocket knife to scarr and cut the rest of her face, even if she survived this... it wouldn't be pretty.

I take the knife, Lizzie's words repeating in my mind... as i plunge it into her stomach, clearly missing any vital organs, as sure enough... I come to realise i didn't want her dead... that was too gentle, I'll make sure her years are spent with torment and loneliness.

Penelope gasped as blood poured out of her small wound at speed, splashing all down me, staining my hands.

I drop the now unconscious girl to the floor, mercilessly.

To everyones surprise i just got up and left, I'm pretty sure everyone was too scared to say or do anything as i was met with little to no force.

Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, Blood staining my hands, splashed on my face as the knife is held in my right hand, eyes still glowing and enraged.

I strut out the room, everyone parting like the red sea allowing me to get back.

Walking back to the dorm with the biggest smirk on my face, knowing justice hadn't been served... yet the next years of her life would be spent running and tormented by me... that gave me so much more joy.

You mess with a Mikaelson, you sure as hell get burned.