Song of this chapter: Venom- Eminem
"Knock knock, let the devil in."
Hopes P.O.V:
I suddenly wake up, and I feel soaked. The smell smelt really strong. Sniff. Gasoline.
"Good you're awake." The strawberry haired woman says coming towards me.
"Why am I covered with gasoline?"
"Water didn't work." She says putting on black gloves.
"Who are you?" I say.
"The names Anastasia, but I feel like your going to call me a bitch after this." She then grabs me by my hair, and pulls me back. She takes out a knife from her side pocket, and cut into my hand until it bled. She collected the blood then walked away from me.
"Blood. What spell are you casting?" I say placing my other hand on the bleeding cut.
"You'll see." She smirks. "Oh and here you can't die for this I need you alive." She throws me a bandage, and I put it over my cut.
I was cuffed by my legs, and I couldn't get out even if I used my werewolf ability. I tried casting a spell, and that didn't work either.
"They're going to find me ya know. Then there gonna kill you." I say weakily.
"Honey I know that." She says stroking my hair.
"But will they kill me? Oh I doubt that not with my new partner in crime." She smiles.
"What?"
"Oh and you might know him." She says. "Come in!"
The door swings open, and there I see him. Peter Hale.
However, that's not what surprises me. It's the man that stands behind him that shocks me. Derek.
"Hello hope." Peter says coming towards me.
"What do you guys want?" I say through my teeth looking at Derek. His eyes were glued to the ground, and he looked ashamed.
"Have you not told her yet?" Peter laughs.
"Derek bring out subject #2."
A few minutes later, Derek returns with a girl that looked a few years older. She was dark skinned with black hair, and brown eyes. She was unconscious, tied to what looked like an iron board.
"What are you going to do with us both?"
"Nothing with her. More like you." Anastasia says.
"I don't under-"
Anastasia cuts me off. "No time for chit chat, we must begin."
Peter pulls me down, whilst she injected a syringe into my arm.
"Night night." Peter says, until I drift asleep.
Elijahs' P.O.V:
I stab another knife into his leg, and he screams in pain.
"Where is she!" I scream.
"Fine, fine I'll tell you." He pants. "But I must admit I haven't felt pain like that since the 70s."
"Talk." I growl.
"She's with Anastasia?"
"And where is that." I say tightening the chains.
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Hope Mikaelson
Misterio / SuspensoHope Mikaelson, or more commonly known as Hope Stillinski now was sent away from New Orleans when she was a baby. A decision her birth parents were forced to do, because of a threat that could of changed her life forever. 17 years later, when the th...
