The Original Angel < Klaus Mikaelson ✔️

.2.

~~There is a plot twist, so don't think the book's so predictable~~

Hope Matthews allowed a single, salty tear to run down her rosy cheeks; sorrow and abandonment glimmering in her chocolate orbs. Her whole life had been a lie. Devastating thoughts continued to whirl around her conflicting mind, while pitiful stares burnt holes in her clear, pale skin. Unable to forget the meaning behind the damaging words:

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'I'm so sorry, Darling.' Tears swelled in her mothers eyes, leaking from the corners as she tried to continue, her voice breaking with each attempt.

"What for?" Questioned Hope; confusion showing clearly on her face, doing injustice to her perfect features. The scene of her mother crying should've been her first sign that the following information could bring no good, she was a strong woman. Tears were rarely shed. Still, her interest had peaked. Hope urged to her continue as she hung onto every spoken word.

"We wanted to wait..." Weak sobs escaped her mothers lips whilst she desperately glanced at her husband. "We wanted to tell you tomorrow, on your birthday, but we were afraid we'd ruin your 15th." Eagerly pushing her straight, brown hair behind her ear - she was definitely intrigued now.

A moments silence indicated a refusal to pass on the information, Hope didn't mind waiting and she didn't wait for long. Focusing on the mesmerising streets of London outside the window, she forced herself to worry instead on the people around her. Each person lived an entirely different life to each other, with different personality's and traits to make them special. When she was younger, she always wondered what kind of person she'd grow up to be. Which parts of herself people would love about her and which parts people would come to hate. It was tiring.

She switched her attention back to her parents' muffled sobs and sniffles, an eyebrow raise initiating the conversation once more. Her mother opened and closed her mouth several times, unable to find the right words.

"You're adopted"
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She was incapable of removing the scene from her mind, continuously repeating the same monotone sentence that caused the downfall. Pain radiated off her. The fact that her biological parents hadn't even taken the time to know her, angered her. 'You cannot hate someone you don't truly know' Hope thought. Although obviously, her parents had proved they did. Abandonment stung.

"We're still your parents, we still love you!" Their voices grew louder, however was just a background noise to Hope's thoughts. Her whole world was spinning. 'Breathe, Hope breathe' She commanded herself, but to no avail.

A mysterious, yet gorgeous blonde stood in the doorway, no intentions of making herself known, but waiting for the perfect time. Her grey eyes reflected a lifetime of abuse and broken promises. She wouldn't let her friend feel as useless as she once did. Pushing her tragic past back into the deep, untouched grave she had dug especially for it, she cleared her throat.

Brown met grey, rejection hidden behind the drained masks. The flowing tears fell slower now, almost dried up, although the pain still freshly imprinted. "I need to leave." And with that, Hope bolted for the door, inaudibly begging for the nightmare to cease. Faster, compelling, determined; she tried desperately to escape her crumbling mind.

The hot, summers breeze felt liberating, however, it was slowly changing into night. In it's final minutes, the sun was a beach ball, bouncing along the horizon, refusing to sink under but inevitably knowing it's fate; it wasn't long now. Further she ran on through the outskirts of London, passing rows of neat, orderly houses, in a hopeless search to be alone. This city was suffocating.

After was felt like precious hours, she was now in an unfamiliar part of London, houses were scarce, but the ones she could see were uninhabited and had clearly been that way for a while. Hope had a sensation she was stepping on marsh as the tarmac roads abruptly ended at a line of mushy grass and shrubs, still she trudged further on to a forest, tears spilling freely. A blur of brown hair elegantly gliding behind her. Her whole body numb.

Anger leaked out of her puffy, brown eyes. She kicked the nearest oak tree in sight, wincing with pain and regret.

"Someone's angry..." She whirled around, although no silhouette stood in the moonlight. No living thing in sight to have spoken. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, squinting through the sheets of darkness into the vast, empty spaces of forest. Coming to the conclusion of a hallucination, she lent against one of the towering trees, they stood dark and gloomy, looming over the edges of town menacingly. She let her eyes flutter closed, until a voice spoke again.

"It's dangerous at night, you know." Her eyes snapped open to focus on the lone stranger in front of her. Endless stretches of green shrubs lay around her - there was no where to hide and no where for him to have come from. He gave a cold chuckle, and a smile which didn't quite reach his black eyes. Fear struck her.

"Now, now. You're in luck, I've already eaten!" He concluded, millions of droplets of crimson blood trickled down his lips, at once she became aware of this, whilst shakes and shivers took over her petite frame. "However, I can't just leave you here in this state, can I? No, no no..." The voice was dripping with sarcasm, with no apparent emotion behind it. Death was inevitable. 'He's a serial killer' Hope thought, 'and I'm his newest victim.'

"You're going to kill me." Hope stated, keeping her fear at bay. She noted his eyes had changed from black, to a blood red, a violent hunger behind them.

"You won't be so lucky." Restrainedly approaching her, he affectionately stroked her cheek, with a slight possessiveness as she tilted her head away. 'What's worse then death?' Sensing her confusing, a sly chuckle escaped his lips, followed by a growl. With a loud crunch, he bit into his own wrist, blood seeping out of the fresh wound. "I'm condemning you to a fate worse than death, Sweetheart."

With that, he forcedly shoved his wrist into her quivering mouth, a burning sensation arising in her throat as she unwillingly swallowed the metallic liquid. Her brown orbs widened in fear, her heartbeat accelerating dramatically. Hope gripped his wrist as though it was an iron bar, prying it away from her red lips.

"Such a pretty little thing!" He stared contently at her, his black hair rustling around in the wind. He whispered "I wish I were sorry" and grabbed the sides of her head, an ear-piercing scream escaped into the forest, as he twisted, a crack echoing into the unforgiving night.