You Never Know

Pack

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Hope punched the red bag, setting her anger free. Memories of her death circled in her mind like it was the present.

She struggled against the strength of the two. "Don't do this !" She begged. Her back hit a cold floor, her head bounced off the ground. She groaned, the mask was thrown off and on top of her was the last bit of family she had left.

"We're sorry Hope" Her aunty Bex looked to the floor, filled with complete guilt. "Then don't do this" She pleaded, trying to fight against her aunt Keelins grip on her wrists. "We have to." She held up the white oak stake, the one that was meant for her and slammed it into the girls chest, Hope gasped her eyes never left her aunts, she hopes the woman would feel some type of remorse.

She could feel the grip on her wrists loosening just as she lost feeling, her face was soft reminding her aunt of how her father looked, she couldn't have another Klaus. She couldn't settle for dimming herself to fit his light, to being daggered every century again. She lost too much and Hope reminded her too much of him, she tried but this wasn't her child. And she didn't have the guidance of her husband any longer, she was left a widow. The only bit of family was her sisters wife and she had to protect her pregnancy.

A tear fell from Hopes eyes as the light went black, as her mind paused. Not another thought, another dream. Just a death worth saving millions and a pit if eternal darkness.

Her fist slammed in to the bag, sending it flying in to the wall with sand pooling out. She sighed, running her hands through her hair. It was the anniversary of her death today, today was the day she became a fully activated Tribrid. The day she turned off her humanity and gave up fighting, when she gave up hope and all her sanity. Today was also the day her nightmares of the darkness had formed, how she lost trust in everyone she held close.

She knew she did wrong by her family, she always thought she was the one to blame. That she was suppose to be the villain, that because some dumbass witches said it was prophecy that she had to destroy the world but they were wrong, Hope didnt HAVE to be anything not if she didn't want to. Not when proving everyone wrong about her felt this good.

"Everything okay?" Her head shot back, a smile formed on her face at the sight of Josie. "Yeah" She answered, walking closer.

The brunettes eyes landed on the broken punching bag, her eye brows raising. "Don't mind that, its nothing"

"You can talk to me, Hope. Thats what I'm here for"

Hope sighed, those brown eyes were always so damn convincing, so alluring. "Todays the day I became every part of me I hate"

"You never told me how you died.." She pointed out, curious of the story. "You don't want to know." Hope went to leave, thinking the conversation would end there. "But I do" The brunette answered, grabbing on to the Tribrids arm. Hope closed her eyes "You wont see me the same."

"I'll always see you for you, the good and bad"

"But this is all bad..."

"Its your story, Hope. Let me help you grieve it."

The auburnette nodded, grabbing hold of the other girls hand and taking a spot on the gym floor. "I'll start from the beginning."
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"Well this is weird" Lizzie jumped at the sound of a new voice, she knew she had been caught. "Are you watching them?"

"Uh—I—Who are you?" She stammered, trying to change the subject. "Finch, I'm a part of Hopes pack. You must be Lizzie"

Lizzie put her hands on her hips. "What makes you say that?"