Tortured Past (Hope Mikaelson x OC)

Chapter Seven - Frantic

2026
Salvatore School

The car ride back to the school was interesting, with Hope, Landon and the werewolf, Rafael being in the back, and me sitting up front with Alaric. It was pretty quiet and awkward, with Rafael sleeping most of the time.

We stopped at a coffee shop to eat before and soon we arrived at the Salvatore School.

I got out of the car first, opened the door for Hope and out followed the two others.

"Hello, I'm Lizzie." one girl said.

"And I'm Josie. We're twins." Said the other.

"Fraternal, obvs. Come on, we'll be your tour guides."

They grabbed Rafael's arms and dragged him with them.

"Hi girls." Hope said mockingly.

"Hi Hope!" They both said.

"More like despair." Lizzie muttered.

"Heard that!"

Alaric turned to Landon and motioned for him to follow as me and Hope walked behind the awkward teen. We walked the halls towards his office as Landon saw a kid levitate cards.

"-people in town said this place was for troubled rich kids... the rich parts true."

We got to Alarics office as Landon sat down, Hope hovered near the desk, and I stood next to the door.

"So, what is this place?" Landon asked.

"We'll, usually I would give a whole explanation about the cultus and rich history of the school and the people inhabiting it, but as it turns out, most people have read Harry Potter and are fine with me skipping the monologue." Alaric told him.

"So this is a school for witches?"

"It's a school for a lot of things."

Landon looked at me and Hope then sighed.

"Does somebody want to tell me what happened last night?"

Hope walked towards him.

"What do you think happened?"

"Either I've lost my mind or werewolves are real."

We all stayed silent.

"Oh my god... is that what you are?" He asked her.

Hope shifted and avoided eye contact.

"I- I should go..."

"No! Sorry- it's just..." he looked at me, "I don't know you," he pointed to Alaric, "and I don't know him. Your the only one I know. And the image of you whammying a priest is still fresh; I need you here."

Alaric cleared his throat.

"Look, it'll all be okay. But there is one thing we need to know: who has Radar killed recently?"

Landon stood up in disgust.

"Why would you ask me that!? He's not a killer!"

"Listen, in order to active the werewolf's curse, one must take a human life. So we need to know who he killed to turn. We don't accept cold-blooded killers into the school." Ric explained to the upset Landon.

He stood there for a moment before taking a breath.

"His girlfriend, Cassie. A car accident. But listen! He's not a killer! It was a mistake, it was an accident."

"We understand, thank you. Okay! We're good here now!"

A black kid walked in as Alaric introduced him.

"Landon, this is Milton Greasley, my student assistant, and a vampire."

"Dr. Saltzman, come on, it's MG."

"Sorry, listen, I get it, this is coming from a guy named Alaric." He laughed.

"You know, for a school with a secret to keep, you sure are liberal with your information." Landon chuckled.

"Well, we don't actually intend for you to remember any of this."

"What?"

MG put his hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes.

"You will forget about what happened in the past day. Your brother is safe here, and all though you will miss him, you know it's for the best."

"What?!" Landon looked shocked. "You can't really expect me to forget any of this?"

Landon pushed past MG to try and run but was stopped by Kol, who quickly tripped him and then put him into a chokehold.

"It didn't work! Did you do it wrong?" Hope yelled at MG.

"No! It's the easiest trick in the vampire book of tricks!"

Alaric sighed.

"Kol, Hope, bring him to the basement."

Later, I sit in my room reading the book about Sterling werewolves.

Sterling Werewolves are considered the most powerful werewolves in Europe, and are the only remnants of the original werewolf pack in Europe. The wolves are in fact, so strong, that some have the ability to change forms at will.

Interesting. I think Hope can do that too, at least from what I've heard...

I get up and walk out my door, almost walking into someone. And hey, look who it is. Hope Mikaelson.

"Oh-! Sorry." I apologize.

"No it's okay, I wasn't paying attention. What are you doing?"

"I was going to try and turn at will. Sterling wolves are supposed to be able to do that. But I don't know how."

"Oh that's cool... I could help teach you if you want?"

"Please..."

We walked outside and she went to a clearing of trees.

"Okay, first off, strip." She said, as I had to take an extra minute to process.

"What?!"

"You don't want to destroy your clothes, yeah? Then strip."

"Is this really necessary to changing?"

"Yes, now come on!"

I turned away from her and began taking off my shirt. I heard a small gasp from Hope. I turn around to her.

"What's wrong?"

"It's... your back... it's covered in scars."

I touched my back with my hands and felt scars all along it.

I cried out in pain as I felt the harsh whip hit my back. I coughed on my own tears as I then felt cold steel slice my back as blood spilled from me. A puddle of blood on the ground.

"It's nothing, really..." I took off my pants and turned to her again.

"So I have to take my boxers off too?"

"No. Now, your going to want to look inside your mind, find the spirit that you want to bring out, and unleash it." She said before taking off her shirt revealing the black bra she had underneath. She took off her skirt as I closed my eyes and looked inside myself.

I saw a wolf standing in front of me. Grey fur, 3 feet tall with red eyes. It stared into me, as I slowly approached it. I put my hand onto its head as I pet it and spoke.

"You can leave now... be free."

I opened my eyes to be face to face with another wolf and went to speak, only to find I was barking. I had done it. I had changed.

I was now a wolf. Hope ran off as I followed her. A new primal instinct took over me. I knew in that moment as I looked in her eyes. She was going to be mine. Whatever means necessary.