The Art Of Hiding Your Death

Chapter Seven: Hasta la Vista, Hellhole

Disclaimer: This is an Originals fan fiction and I do not own any the Originals/ TVD. This story though, and specific characters are my own. Any characters that are my own shall be specified, otherwise, I do not own them. 

TWO MONTHS LATER:

4:24 AM

Compound, Potosi, Bolivia

I wake up with a gasp and fling myself up into a sitting position. Morning rays of feeble sunlight are escaping around the edges of my blue curtains, and they give me a handhold on the panic attack that threatens to overtake me. I go into the bathroom and splash cool water on my face. I am still breathing hard, so I walk out to my window that overlooks the drop-off of the cliff the compound is built on. Leaning my elbows on the windowsill, and breathing in the fresh jungle air, I run my damp hands through my sweaty hair. NIghtmares are nothing new to me, I have always gotten them, being a psychic witch and all, but since being shanghaied by my psychotic grandad, they have gotten worse, almost every night.

I was standing in the bayou, when I got a distinct feeling of dread. Nothing seemed amiss until I turned around and gasped. Jamie was hanging dead from a tree, throat slit, eyes open and deadly, blood dripping from his wound, his mouth, all the orifices on his face. Then, when I blinked hard, he started to deteriorate, his flesh rotting, bugs and maggots climbing out his mouth and rotting eye sockets. I screamed and turned around, only to be met face to face with Mikael holding a gasping Kamal, his hand thrust in her chest. "NO!" I screamed at him, but he only laughed cruelly.

"You failed me, disappointed me, Hope. I guess I should have expected no less from the daughter of Niklaus Mikaelson." He hissed Dad's name, and I cried out, but somehow, my feet were stuck to the ground.

I looked down and found that devil roses were starting to climb up my legs, binding me to the ground and painfully inserting their venom filled thorns into my flesh.

Mikael smiled and ripped out Kamal's heart, throwing it at my feet and staring down at me with disgust. "You are nothing. You are, and always will be, my slave, and under my control. Your life is over." Then, he disappeared as he was consumed by devil roses. I could hear the voices of my family, yelling at me words like, "Traitor", and "You evil betrayer!", but worst of all, Dad's voice, cold and angry.

"Why did you have to side with Mikael, Hope?"

Then, I too, was consumed by the devil roses and everything went black.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts of the awful dream and go to take a cold shower. When I come out of the bathroom, Tiana is making my bed and there is a plate of sausage, toast and a blood bag waiting for me. I eat silently, and then get dressed in my normal attire of black capris, a burgundy crop top, and converse. I tie my hair in a strict ponytail and then put on a coat of red lipstick.

Mikeal led me around the compound, explaining where everything was, and how it would work, until we came to a door leading to another of those circle suites on the top level.

"And this," he said, opening the doors with a flourish, "Is your room. You can decorate it however you want. Taian is your assistant, she is there for whatever you need. I'll leave you to get acquainted." With that, Mikael strode down the hall and out of sight, me watching with bated breath until he passes the corner." Then, I turn my attention to the room, which is deceptively simple. A white bed is low to the floor, which is stone. There are two other smaller doors on either side of the room, and I assume one of them is the bathroom, and the other is a closet. Aside from the white armchair, bed, and white curtains, the room is bare. Tiana stand in the middle, watching me.