Tortured Past (Hope Mikaelson x OC)

Chapter Eight - Øne Step Closer

2026
Woods near the Salvatore School

As I run, I feel the wind hit my fur. I feel the ground underneath my paws, and I sense everything more than ever before.

I run to Hope, who has stopped so I can catch up. I nuzzle my face against hers and we begin to entangle ourselves as we fight. We roll around as I try to grab hold of her neck with my teeth.

She escapes my hold and then leaps onto me, grabbing onto my neck with her teeth, pinning me to the ground. I flip us over and do the same, looking into her eyes as we get up.

Hers are a soft Yellow, and I see my reflection in them. My eyes glow red and I stare her down. She backs away with a whimper as I walk towards her to nuzzle her face again.

We both share a look, knowing we should go back to the school.  We run to where we stashed our clothes and de transformed.  I put my pants and shirt back on before turning around to see her already clothed.

She turned around to see me shirtless, and a small blush came onto her face.

"Like what you see Darling?"

She turned away quickly and began to walk away.

"Idiot... Put your shirt on and meet me inside."

I quickly put my shirt on and ran to catch up to her. We walked into the school and went to the library. We stood in front of a case containing an old knife.

"So uh, what's up with this knife?" I asked her, looking at the engravings on the metal.

"I don't know, but everything here has some history, including you..." she spoke quietly as I turned to look at her.

"Yeah..."

"So... tell me the truth, who are you, Kol Sterling?"

"Someone finally asked..."

What the fuck was that voice? I looked around for a second, seeing nothing before turning back to the brunette.

"I'm-"

"A broken, damaged boy... you don't know who you are truly, and everything about your life is fucked."

"I'm just a fucked up and broken kid... I don't know who I really am, and..." I ran my hand through my hair, looked at the scars on my palms before moving closer to her. "Your fucked up too, I know that. Your life has been just as fucked up as mine..."

I put my hand onto her cheek, another one on her waist.

"Maybe... just maybe, we can be fucked up together?"

She replied with a kiss. Her soft lips met mine and I puller her body closer to mine. She wraps her arms around my neck. We pull apart and I look into her eyes.

"Just maybe..." she repeats.

"Hope?"

I turn my head to see... Landon. I already hate this kid.

"Oh- uh Landon... how are you out of the-?"

He awkwardly fidgeted with his hands as she moved her arms away from me and I stepped away from her.

"We'll uh, Josie? She uh, opened a door- and well I was at the party but I left and now-"

"Now your interrupting." I said, slightly pissed off.

"Geez man, no need to attack me, I'm just a little lost." He said, his gaze landing on Hope; and then strangely, the knife behind us.

I however paid no attention to this, and instead I continued to stare him down.

"Listen, if your going to get all pissy, can you at least tell me where the bathroom is, so I can piss?" He asked, talking to me but looking more at Hope.

"Turn around and take a left, first door on the right." She said before he turned around and went the direction she said.

She looked at me before, turning away.

"I- I should go bring him back to the cellar-"

"Hope..." I called to her, moving quickly to be behind her. I move my mouth towards her ear, whispering softly. "You can't just ignore what happened darling..."

I trailed kisses down her neck as she gasped slightly.

"Kol, I-" she said and I stopped kissing her.

"Don't worry Darling, I understand..." I kissed her neck again. "Go on, bring him back to the cellar."

I watched as she quickly walked away, blushing profusely. It was cute.

But there was one more thing on my mind: The Knife.

I turned around and walked towards it. I looked at the engravings and put my hand onto the glass.

"Take The Knife!"

I slowly lifted the glass up and put it to the side. I slowly wrapped my fingers around the knife, grabbing the mysterious object.

I blinked and suddenly, I was in Alarics office the next day. MG was compelling Landon, and I also had a backpack on.

"Alaric, don't worry, I'll make sure he gets back to Atlanta safely." I told the headmaster, only to realize that it wasn't me talking. It was someone who looked like me, sounded like me, and was, in fact me.

I blinked again; this time more aware of where I was. I was on a bus, sitting next to Landon. I opened my bag to see the knife. I grabbed it and it faintly started glowing.

"Is that-?" Landon asked me.

I looked up and around, only then noticing s woman in ragged clothing walking towards us. Her face was glowing red as she looked me dead in the eyes and opened her mouth, a ball of fire being hurled in my direction.

"Oh fuck-"