Betrayed Hearts

Mikaelson Mystery

A/N: I didn't end with one on my last part.. whoops. Anyway, this is part based during spring break. Also, play the music whenever. It started playing when I was writing, so enjoy.

2 Weeks Later

Josie POV: 

It's finally spring break. I've convinced mom to let me go to New Orleans by myself. She was rightfully hesitant, but I have to know what happened to the Mikaelsons. I talked to everyone here. I had one lead, but she lived here in New Orleans. Hayley Marshall was the alpha to the Crescent Wolf clan, so I contacted someone in the pack, and she agreed to meet.

I walk into a bar called Rouseau's, there I see someone holding 3 fingers, the sign we agreed on. I walk over to her and sit next to her. She looks over to me.

"You look a bit young to be in here."

"I called you about a week ago. I wanted some information about Hayley Marshall."

"Why would you need to know about her."

"Because she knew my biological mom. I'm trying to find out what she knew."

"Hayley died about 2 years ago, kid. If she was here, she would've helped you though."

"Wait, but I thought she had a daughter."

"Her daughter was 16 when Hayley died. The girl's father died too.  A tragedy, really."

"If only 2 died, why would it be a tragedy?"

"Because 8 months ago, the girl lost the rest of her family. They were slaughtered in this bar, actually. But you knew that didn't you. So, I'll ask again. Who are you?"

"I'm Josie. I met Hope Mikaelson a couple weeks ago, but something seemed off about her. Like she was hiding something. Then I did a spell to try and find her family, but there was only one trail, leading to her. So, please. What really happened?" The lady takes a deep breath and starts.

"Her parents, Klaus and Hayley, died 2 years ago. Saving her from Nazi vampires and dark magic. A few months later, she met a boy named Landon. She fell in love, but he never loved her. He was with her, to kill her. On her 17th birthday, he brought her into this bar, where he had her brother, her aunt Freya, aunt Keelin, aunt Davina, her uncle Vincent, her cousin Nik, lifeless. Then, he had her aunt Rebekah and Uncle Kol daggered. She went to run, but he stabbed her. She fell, watched as he staked Kol with a white oak stake, then when he went to her Aunt Rebekah, she forced herself, to run to her, but she was too late, and Rebekah died as well. Hope soon died after but came back as a vampire. Because her parents were part wolf, and her grandmother was a witch, she soon became the tribrid. The unkillable being, that can cause civilizations to fall."

"So, that's why she pushed us all away. But what about Landon? Where's he?"

"6 feet under. She killed him. Just like Roman. "

"Roman?"

"Remember those Nazi vamps? Well, Roman was the son to one of them. He got Hope to like him, then he took her mother and her. Her mother died killing Roman's mother. Then Hope killed Roman out of revenge."

"She's been through so much. But why go to a high school? Why even have her humanity? Why Mystic Falls?"

"Her family. She saw them when she died. They wanted her to live as much of a normal life as she could. But she couldn't do it here, too many reminders are here. And what you mentioned about pushing everyone away, she doesn't do it to protect herself. She thinks she's protecting everyone else. She feels like if she cares about someone, they'll die."

"That's a pretty lonely way to live, isn't it? I mean, she's unkillable. She can't live like that for thousands of years."

"But she can. It's how her father lived."

"Yeah, until she was born."

"Then he died. She doesn't think she saved him. She thinks she condemned him."

.............................

I walk back to the hotel I booked. My head is reeling with the information. The Mikaelsons fell, all except for one. But she's broken inside. I can see it in her eyes, I mean she doesn't even smile.

Hope POV: 

I got a call from Lana saying a girl was asking about me, my family. She found out what hotel the girl was staying in and soon enough, I'm in her hotel room. Waiting for her to come in, so we can have a talk. I'm twirling the knife in my hand out of boredom when I hear someone walk in. I look up to see Josie. She looks at me with shock, then to the knife in my hand. She looks into my eyes with confusion.

For some reason I don't see fear. Which confuses me. Normally, when someone walks into their hotel room and sees a person with a knife, they try to run, scream, do something. Josie's a witch, I would've cast a spell already if I were her.

"I heard you were digging around. Trying to learn about my family. Why?"

"Curiosity."

"Bullshit. There's something about you. You see me here, with a knife, you don't scream, run, or cast a spell. You're not scared to be around me, be alone with me. Even after I told you I like to kill, even after you knew my last name."

"Because if I judged people from their past actions and their parents, then I should be judged for my father, my past actions."

"Oh, because the sweet little Josette Forbes has done anything wrong."

"My birth father is Alaric. I covered up a murder he committed, because he threatened to kill my sister the same way he killed me!"

"What do you mean Josie? You're alive! You can do magic!"

 "I was a siphon witch, when I died, I became a heretic."

"Wait, did you say he killed you? Why?"

"Because he caught me kissing a girl. The girl he killed."

"Where'd the vampire blood come from?"

"My mom. It's a long story."

"You forget my father was Klaus Mikaelson." I say, making her laugh. I did too. Which surprised us both. I decided not to dwell on it too much, I can worry about it another day. 

We started to talk about the good parts in our lives. Before it all got fucked up. We both laughed and smiled at our memories. This is a feeling I haven't had for months. Even before I died. I haven't felt so- so content. Peaceful. Once we ran out of childhood stories, we talked about our favorite colors, hobbies, cheesy pick-up lines that we'll never use. Anything and everything.

I found out she loves yellow, she writes and sings music, and plays the ukulele. I also found out she's very cheesy, but in a way that's also creative, I guess? I told her my favorite color was purple and that I love to paint, play soccer, listen to music. I told her my most cheesiest pick-up line ever. "It would suck if you were my search history, because I could never delete you." She laughed and I couldn't help but laugh too. It went on like this until 2 in the morning, when we both fell asleep out of exhaustion.

A/N: This is in fact, a pick-up line I've used on my boyfriend. Don't judge me, okay.