Hopeless TW/TO

Chapter 4

What do you think happened?

I have no idea, one second she was fine and the next she collapsed.

Did you see anything?

I don't think so.

Derek, what do you know about her? Who is she really?

The sound of familiar voices pulled me to consciousness and I began to take notice of a splitting headache I seemed to have acquired from the intense vision. With a slight groan leaving my lips, I fluttered my eyes open, only to see Derek, Scott, Stiles, a man in a lab coat, and two girls that I did not recognize standing above me.

"Hope! Thank God you're okay, we were all really worried." Scott said, pushing his way to the front of the relatively large group.

"Well, I'm fine, love. Thanks for the concern," I announce, rubbing the right side of my head while sitting up. When I took in my surroundings, I realized that I was currently sitting on a cold, metal table in a veterinary office. Glaring at Scott, I roared, "I pass out and you take me to the bloody vet like I'm some sort of animal?! The blatant disrespect is astounding."

"Hello, my name is Dr. Deaton," the man spoke up, offering his hand for me to shake.

"Hope Mikaelson, pleasure," I state, uninterested. Swinging my legs over to the side of the table, I swiftly hop off and attempt to fix my hair that got pretty tangled since the last time I was conscious.

"Ah yes, I have heard much of you and your family. I would hope that your father does not plan on visiting Beacon Hills, is he?" Deaton spoke, drawing my attention to his slightly desperate but composed posture.

Raising my eyebrows and pulling a poker face, I demand, "My father and I aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment, so no, he will not be visiting me in Beacon Hills or any time in the near future." My mind so despairingly desired to wander into the beautiful memories turned tragic that I once shared with Jordan. Just the mere thought of how we were forever separated made my heart clench and blurred my vision but I forbade myself to think of him. Showing weakness to potential enemies is the worst possible thing to do; you should not even show weakness to family.

"I would never have thought that I would meet the Original Tribrid in my lifetime," Deaton said in slight awe with a twinge of concern earning a look of surprise and intrigue from the teenagers in the room. "May I ask, if you don't mind, disregarding your witch side, have you triggered the other two curses?" My eyes rolled at the obnoxious question.

"I have only triggered the wolf side of me," I began while walking around the room, looking for all the possible exits in case chaos ensued - a habit I picked up from my paranoid father. "I would prefer to make it to adulthood before I die," I quipped while turning back to the group. To say in modern, yet unrefined terms as Uncle Elijah would put it, the group was 'shook.'

"Wha-What do you mean you would 'prefer to make it to adulthood before you die'?" Scott asked aloud, though I assumed that he was piecing the puzzle together in his mind due to his changing expressions.

"I'm part vampire, darling" I stated while looking directly into his eyes. His expression then morphed into one of hostility and distrust. A small growl escaped his throat as he moved in front of his friends in a defensive manner. The entire group, apart from Derek and Dr. Dreaton, practically reeked of worry and disbelief. "I'm not one yet, no need to worry," I exclaimed with humor lacing my words at their obvious discomfort.

"Oh my God those exist," Stile said in a rushed and almost difficult to understand voice. "So do you sleep upside down or wear a cape or something?" I was surprised that, despite knowing of the existence of werewolves, they were utterly ignorant of the topic of vampires.