Tortured Past (Hope Mikaelson x OC)

Chapter Three - Red Flag

2016
Salvatore School

I lay in a bed, motionless, staring into the bright light on the ceiling.  The same phrase repeating over and over in my head:

How am I alive?

I flinch and sit up at the sound of light knocking at my door.

"Hey... can I come in? Dr. Saltzman wants me to talk to you." 

It was the voice of a girl, probably the same one I saw from in the cell.  I waved my hand towards the door and it slowly opened.  I watched as she walked in, and now seeing her properly, she looked cute.

"So... Kol, are you... okay? You've been in here for two days."

I put on a faint smile as I looked at her concerned face.

"Yeah... just, getting used to being, well- Alive." I pointed to my bed, "want to sit?"

"Sure. So... how- how old are you?"

"19, I think. Last time I knew at least. You?"

"16." She responded.

"So, I uh, never got your name."

"Oh, sorry- Hope, Hope Mikaelson."

A stake was driven into my chest as I turned my head to see a man with fangs glaring at me.

"You'll remember the name of the man who killed you, and then, killed your stupid sister: Klaus Mikaelson."

He pulled out the stake as I fell, and he walked away. Then everything faded to black.

"-hey." Hope was speaking as my mind was back in the present.

"Sorry about that, kind of zoned out."

"It's fine, just making sure your okay." She gave me a small smile and lightly grabbed my hand. "Now the fun questions... what are you?"

My mind blanked at the question. What was I?

"I- I'm not sure. I mean, I can do magic, but theirs something inside of me that feels- primal."

"Interesting... if you were a werewolf, then you wouldn't be able to do magic, as once the curse activates, it restricts you from using. Well- have you-, have you killed anyone?"

I held a dagger in my hand as I walked up behind a woman. I grabbed her mouth with one hand and held the knife to her throat.

"If you so much as try to escape, I'll make it even more painful."

I took the dagger and dragged it across her face before quickly implanting it into her chest. Over and over again. I watched blood pour out from the wounds as I slit her throat and let her fall to the ground.

I hear footsteps behind me as I turn around, a man standing there in shocked horror.

I laugh maniacally and slowly walk to him.

"Hey there father, have you seen mama? She's dead."

I stabbed him in the chest and then slit his throat. He surprisingly fought back and managed to grab the knife before putting it in my chest. We both fell as once again, everything faded to black.

Fuck that's getting annoying.

As I came back into my current mind I just looked into the eyes of Hope and she understood everything. I looked into my lap as I felt two arms wrap around me. We stayed there for a few minutes before she got up and opened the door.

"You tell anyone that I showed any sort of emotion other than annoyance tonight, I'll- murder you or something."

I smirked as she left and closed the door. I have to admit, she's pretty hot.