Hidden Tethers {H. MIKAELSON}

1

A loud screech echoed throughout the Mikaelson compound. The ground shook furiously, and the walls trembled with fear. Small objects rose from their respective places like puppets and were flung to the other side of the room. The glass of water shattered beside the wide unmade queen bed. The vase by the door at the end of the assault was made into a gazillion tiny pieces incapable of being put back together.

"Hope!"

The girl's magic raved, taking on a life of its own that was filled with nothing but unending rage and anger. Beneath it all could've been something else, but, too angry to find out, her magic continued its assault. Next, the mirror. Then the mug. Then the photo sitting on her bed stand.

Her doorknob pushed and pulled, and the door shivered. But to no avail.

"Hope, baby. Please let me in!"

A tear trickled down the littlest Mikaelson's face as she let out another scream. No amount of turning, not hanging out with her friends, nor spending time with her family could fill the void in her heart. And she knew this. Sliding down her bedframe, more tears unwillingly fell from her eyes. Her magic ceased, and everything that was suspended in the air fell weightlessly.

The door pushed itself open and on the other side of it was everyone but the one person she wanted to see. With her head inside her hands, she cried harder. Her shoulders shook with pain, and as much as she wished this crying, this pain, this agony would cease, she knew it wouldn't.

"I'm here for you, baby," Her mother cried, scooting in so that her daughter was leaning on her shoulder. "I've got you. I'm right here."

"We all are, Hope," She heard another voice softly begin. "Always."

Her aunt Rebekah stood next to her uncle. However, it didn't comfort her. In a room filled with family who she knew loved her, the only thing she could think about is how lonely she was. The power that echoed through her veins was strong... and scared her at times. And all she could think about is how her father went through the exact same thing. The father didn't want her.

"All?" She scoffed, looking up. "I'd hardly call this all." She tried to stop her tears from flowing. "My father, the only one who truly knows whatever is going on with me, decided he didn't want me. "

"Hope, baby, look at me," Hayley began, looking into her daughter's eyes and only seeing anger. "I understand the longing for your father, but you have got to control-"

"I don't know how!" The young Mikaelson yelled. A burst of violent wind picked up out of nowhere. "How? Tell me how, mom!"

"Hope, control!" Rebekah shouted over the wind.

A line of fire ran throughout her room, blocking her aunts and uncles from getting any closer. Her mother jumped up, the fire running directly where she would've been sitting. She could feel her aunt's magic try to contain hers and that couldn't happen.

Once again, the life that lived through Hope's magic had taken control.

Without another thought, Hope Mikaelson fell to the ground with a thud. Freya wiped the sweat off her forehead as the fire ceased immediately.

"I-I'll be back. I think I found something."

However, on the other end of the wall, the sound of a chair being launched on the other side of the living room in the Abattoir echoed throughout the house. Because of the spaciousness of the room, the chair crashing against the wooden wall could be heard all over the house.

Thinking their niece was having another episode, every single original stood at the door.

"Hayley, what's wrong?" Elijah asked, speeding up to his lover and looking at her in the eyes.