𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃, the vampire diaries

disturbing behavior

CHAPTER ONE, 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄
"We're not in Kansas, anymore."

HOPE Mikaelson was last seen plunging into the pit of Malivore alongside Ryan Clarke, the first son of Malivore. It was an act of pure selflessness—a desperate attempt to save her friends and protect every supernatural creature from the growing threat. With her unique tribrid blood, a mixture of vampire, werewolf, and witch, Hope believed she could destroy the portal to Malivore once and for all. But they had been wrong.

Inside Malivore, Hope found herself trapped in what seemed like an endless abyss. Time ceased to exist in that forsaken realm. Days, weeks, or maybe even months passed—she couldn't tell. She was left wandering, battling monstrous creatures that had been cast into Malivore's void. Darkness was her constant companion, a suffocating void that threatened to consume every part of her.

She was utterly alone.

That was, until a brilliant, blinding light pierced through the darkness above her, yanking her out of Malivore's clutches. It happened so fast that she barely had time to react. Instinctively, she reached out, hoping to find something to grab hold of, to anchor herself—but nothing was there. In mere seconds, the light engulfed her completely, and she was pulled away from the dark pit she had called home for what felt like an eternity.

Hope hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. A groan escaped her lips as she pushed herself to her feet, her auburn hair falling messily around her face. She looked around, disoriented. Tall trees loomed around her, their branches swaying in the breeze, yet everything was cloaked in an eerie darkness.

Muttering under her breath, Hope raised her hand and whispered, "Post tenebras spero lucem." Her fingers traced over her other hand, and almost instantly, a glowing ball of light appeared, casting a faint glow across the woods.

The warm light allowed her to see her surroundings more clearly. She cautiously made her way through the forest, every step deliberate. Silence enveloped the area—it was unnaturally quiet, as if even the creatures of the night were too afraid to stir. Then, her heightened werewolf senses picked up the faint sound of a vehicle coming to a stop nearby.

Curiosity piqued, Hope made her way toward the source of the noise. When she reached the edge of the road, she spotted a moving truck parked in front of Mystic Falls High School. Instinctively, she closed her palm, extinguishing the ball of light. She scanned the area, making sure no one was nearby before she stepped out of the forest. But just as she moved to cross the road, the sound of voices from inside the truck made her pause.

"Just give me a chance to explain myself, okay?" a voice pleaded.

Hope strained to listen, her heart pounding in her chest. The second voice made her blood run cold.

"No need. I'm not mad, I'm just curious," the voice replied. "Rebekah seems to think you're holding onto something. A piece of your old life. The thing is, she's got flawless instincts, borderline supernatural. So, I thought I'd check it out for myself—see what you've been hiding."

The back door of the truck swung open, revealing two figures: Klaus Mikaelson and Stefan Salvatore.

Hope's heart skipped a beat, and her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her father, Klaus, the Original Hybrid, stood before her—alive. But how? He was supposed to be dead. This couldn't be real. Panic surged through her as she squeezed her eyes shut, praying that this was just another one of Malivore's cruel tricks. But when she reopened them, the nightmare only grew worse.

Klaus snapped Stefan's neck in one swift motion.

Hope gasped softly, her mind reeling from the shock. She watched as Klaus leapt down from the truck, his nostrils flaring as he caught a scent—her scent. Her heart raced, but she quickly whispered a spell under her breath.

"Invisique."

In an instant, she vanished from sight, cloaking herself from view. She watched as Klaus, still the formidable hybrid she remembered, sped toward her location, his eyes scanning the area as he tried to locate the unfamiliar presence.

From her hiding spot, Hope took a moment to study her father. He looked different—slightly younger, less burdened by the weight of centuries. But still, the ruthlessness was there, clear in his sharp gaze. Klaus, ever the predator, made his way back to Stefan's limp form and, without hesitation, snapped the vampire's neck again, rendering him unconscious once more.

Tears welled in Hope's eyes. Confusion and heartache overwhelmed her. How was Klaus alive? What had happened while she was trapped in Malivore? What sort of twisted dimension had she landed in?

Questions raced through her mind, each more troubling than the last. But despite the emotional storm brewing within her, Hope managed to pull herself together. She couldn't afford to fall apart now. Something was deeply wrong here, and she needed to find out what.

Silently, she followed after her father, keeping her distance as she moved through the shadows. Whatever this strange reality was, she had to get to the bottom of it. Answers were out there, and Hope was determined to find them.

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