Weirdest F*cking Friends

Chapter 33- Losing Hope

Hope walked into Alaric's office. She closed the door behind her with a questioning look. Caroline was also there with Bonnie.

"What's going on," Hope asked.

"We received some news regarding your mother," Alaric said, softly, "Hope, she died this evening. The nurses..."

The rest was tuned out. Hope took a steady breath and turned around.

"Hope..."

"I need some air," Hope muttered, walking out of the building.

As she walked outside, Hope ran into Jack.

"Hey, are you okay," Jack asked, instantly noticing the sadness coming from her, "Hope?"

Peter took notice and walked over as well.

"Is she okay," Peter asked.

She began panting until finally she screamed. Peter and Jack were knocked back as her magic hit them in powerful waves. They grunted while sitting up.

Once they saw Hope sobbing, their pain became irrelevant. They ran over, hugging her.

"Just tell us what you need," Peter whispered.

"I need to go. I just need to go," Hope cried.

Peter glanced over at Jack. He teleported them away from the school. Jack stepped back while Peter held Hope close.

"I'm going to let Shuri and the others know where we are. Are you okay here," Jack asked.

"I got her," Peter reassured, giving him the okay to leave.

Jack went back to the Salvatore school. Near the back of the school, the party was still going. He found Shuri, MJ, and Ned. But he also found Damon, who never liked and/or trusted Jack.

"Kline," Damon said.

"Mr. Salvatore, I wouldn't think I'd see you here," Jack smiled.

"Yeah. Well, apparently there was a potent smell of blood coming from one of the rooms. I was asked to check it out," Damon said.

"Blood? Isn't there blood bags in the kitchen," Jack asked.

"Yeah. Except those are animal. This smell has a hint of human as well. Exactly like a werewolf. Would you know anything about that," Damon asked.

"No, sir. I hope you find whoever is hurt though," Jack said, "Excuse me..."

Jack froze as Dean walked up with Sam. They gave a look of disappointment to Jack.

"It would be a good idea if you came with us," Damon said.

"I can't," Jack said, his smile faltering.

"Why not," Damon asked.

"Hope needs me," Jack said, "I can't leave my friends."

"I'm sure she'll be okay," Damon said, "Now let's go. I would hate to have to use force."

Jack slowly turned his eyes to Damon.

"You set me up, didn't you," Jack asked.

"I'm not the one who killed the werewolves, Jack," Damon said, a slight smirk on his face.

Jack's eyes began to glow yellow as his hands tightened into fists.

"I will deal with this once I return. But I have to go take care of my friends," Jack said.

Dean stepped forward.

"Jack..."

"It would wise if you didn't try to stop me," Jack said, looking at Dean, "I don't want to hurt you."

Dean stepped back with a look of hurt present on his face. Jack eyes softened towards him. He bumped Damon's shoulder harshly as he turned and walked away.