In the woods surrounding the former mansion of the Strix, Marcel Gerard and Vincent Griffith walk side by side. Vincent carries a satchel looking bag in his hand.
"I didn't know you back then. When you were with Eva." Marcel says.
"No. Well, I sure as hell knew you." Vincent informs him.
"Mm. I guess war wounds never heal."
"It wasn't a war, Marcel. No, it wasn't a war, it was a slaughter. You see, witches that didn't follow your rules, they got slaughtered."
"Yeah, you blame me for what happened. For losing her." Marcel assumes.
"What happened to Eva was because of me, it wasn't because of you." Vincent tells Marcel. "Every day I try to forget that. Every day I lose." He starts to tell Marcel what happened.
Vincent sits on the couch as the door to the bedroom opens. Eva Sinclair walks towards him.
"You never came to bed." Eva says.
"I'm just trying to figure this... o-out. I've been sacrificing goats and snakes, but it doesn't seem to be enough. It's like it needs something more." Vincent says, stressed.
"You need sleep, Vince."
"Eva, this is for us. All right? Imagine this." Vincent stands up. "Enough power that we ain't got to worry about raising a kid in fear of Marcel Gerard. Have a kid that is learning magic because of all the right reasons, for the joy of it and because it fulfills the soul, instead of because it needs to protect itself." He sits back down.
"Okay. Then show me." Eva tells him.
"No. No, Eva. This is too powerful."
"Oh, really? I hope you're not questioning my magical skills. We're a team, right?"
"Always." Vincent replies.
The bird in the cage near the window starts to chirp and Eva looks at it.
"I imagine a true sacrifice must be something truly loved." Eva walks toward the cage. She opens the cage as the bird continues to chirp. She takes the bird in her hands, and snaps its neck. The chirping stops.
Eva steps up to Vincent with the dead bird in her hands. Its blood drips onto the coffee table, which is covered in sand in the form of symbols.
Vincent puts his hands under Eva's and starts to chant. "Donez moi..."
"Donez moi..." Eva repeats.
"...fortitudo."
"...fortitudo."
"Apporte moi..."
"Apporte moi..."
"...potestatem."
"...potestatem."
They close their eyes and continue to chant together. A blue light fills the room as they do.
"Donez moi fortitudo. Apporte moi potestatem. Donez moi fortitudo. Apporte moi potestatem."
After Vincent finishes telling Marcel the truth, he realizes something.
"Something truly loved. That's why she started sacrificing kids." Marcel says.
"Eva was committed to that power. And she was willing to go further with it than I was. And that scared me. We both agreed to stop. And then one day... babies started going missing from their beds."
Miles away from New Orleans, Klaus Mikaelson spends time alone with his daughter, Hope Mikaelson. They walk together in the garden, close to Hayley Marshall's safe-house.
"Mom says that Freya will teach me real spells." Hope says.
"I think you're doing rather well all by yourself." Klaus tells her.
Hope sighs. "I can't always control it so well. I didn't realize how much power I had until I took my bracelet off. I try not wearing it as much as I can so I could somehow get used to it. It scares me sometimes."
Klaus stops walking and turns to face her. He places his hands on her upper arms. "You, love, are the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson. You're going to be the greatest witch the world has ever seen. And nothing will scare you."
"I read your letter, you know. How you explained everything. You were brave enough to make... a huge sacrifice. And I know what you are."
Klaus looks at her confused and slightly nervous.
"You're the strongest in the world. Strong enough to keep every evil thing away." Hope finishes.
"What evil thing?"
"Just people who are evil. People who would threaten us, use us for selfish reasons, kill us."
"Nothing is going to harm my little girl." Klaus tells Hope. "Nothing will even get close. You're all that matters to me." Klaus smiles.
Hope wraps her arms around Klaus's waist and hugs him tightly. Closing her eyes, finally knowing what it's like to hug her father.
Klaus is taken by surprise for a second, but wraps his arms around her the next. He closes his eyes and sighs in relief. His daughter knows why he was not there to raise her for fifteen years, and she understands. She forgives him. Klaus smiles and opens his eyes. He gets a confused look on his face and pulls away from the hug but keeps his hands on her upper arms.
"You're trembling. Are you cold?" Klaus asks Hope.
"Yeah. I've been cold for a while now." Hope replies.
"Well, let's get you inside then, eh? You can show me your drawing."
Hope smiles. She and Klaus start to walk back to the house. Klaus puts his hand on her upper back. Hope glances back behind them and sees blue light. The same light she dreamt about, and that she painted. As her father guides her back to the house, Hope keeps her eyes on the light. She was starting to worry. What does this blue light mean?
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Our Family's Hope {Hope Mikaelson FanFiction}
Fanfiction"Every family has a story to tell... welcome to ours." Hope Mikaelson has spent most of her life in hiding and under the protection of her mother. She's had a good life with her mother, even though she's been isolated. But there's som...
