Our own fairytale

Good morning sleeping beauty

It started again.

As it was for the past five months, every day the same dream would play in Hope's mind over and over again while she was in her coma.

It started with her last memory in Josie's mind, fighting dark Josie and telling Josie to change the story and then turning into a stone.

After it became blurry, not dark but blurry... then a sound was formed. Thump, thump, thump over and over again.

Then the darkness came, reminding her of what it felt like to be in malivore and the trauma flooded her.

Afterwards was the giggling and the steps, sounding like little kids were running and playing and laughing all around her.

Replaced by the crying and the sobs and Josie's voice that yelled her name every day and held her hand. It was the only thing Hope was holding on to through this unending nightmare.

And right before the cycle restarted the vision of a little girl would appear, an aubrenette with brown eyes and freckles and an adorable pout.

Wearing a yellow crop top with a black leather jacket and a cute little skirt.

Hope never managed to say anything to the girl but a simple "hello, who are you?" She'd always disappear before any exchange of words happened.

The girl would just smirk at her before dissolving, but not this time though?

"Mama needs you, You need to come home to us." She practically yelled at Hope after the usual question was asked.

This confused Hope completely, who was she? What was the meaning of that? Who is she supposed to come home to? And how?

We're just few of the questions running through Hope's mind and before she had the chance... the cycle started again.

But things were beginning to change, the thump she used to hear became more weak and slow, the laughs and steps of the kids became crying and groans of pain.

The voice of Josie wasn't there but Lizzie's and Alaric's was. Screaming at her to come back yet again.

And the child was there but barely standing, "Hope please, she needs you. I need you. Find a way to us before it's too late."

She was begging with tears in her eyes but this time she didn't disappear but she stilled, became unconscious all of a sudden and Hope ran to her when it played again and didn't even make it to her.

So Hope was now determined to find a way out, and from the number of times she replayed this moment in her head... she found a way to stop dark Josie without turning into stone.

And the fairytale reality that she has been living in for a while broke down slowly but surely as Hope's mind returned to her body, finally.

A loud gasp echoed through the room and everyone's heads snapped in the direction of the noise.

Hope bolted upright in a sitting position, breathing heavily, wheezing as tried to gulp down as much air as she possibly could. Her gaze darted around the room, taking everything in.

"Hope?" Lizzie was the first to speak as she came towards Hope. The place looked familiar to Hooe when she first looked around but now she realized why.

They're in where her aunt Davina used to be locked up. The attic of the church.

"What the hell are we doing in New Orleans??" The tribrid questioned but before she got a reply Freya ran to the room and when stopped, she was panting like crazy.

"The spell isn't working and neither does the cold water, we're losing them." Was all Freya said before running back out the room with everyone following her.

"Losing who?" Hope questioned.

(Yeah so this is a short first chapter that I just simply wrote to get into the fanfic before the actual plot and drama begins hoping you liked it)