Littlest Wolf

33

For most of my life I have suffered an infinite amount of loss. Starting with my father being away from me when I was a baby, to the time he had to leave me when I was 8, to the time my parents died when I was 15. I want things to be different. I don't want to lose anyone ever again. I know the rest of my family will be back soon. I know they have to live their own lives. But I don't want anyone to break the promise we all made. Death is a sad thing. Humans don't come back to life. If they die then they won't come back. For us, there is always this loophole. Even when we die, we still go to a place called peace. It's a place where it seems like we are actually living but we aren't. I killed three people last night. I've killed multiple others before but this one just doesn't sit right with me. So I decide to have a funeral for them. They had a family somewhere. I took them away from that.

"What are you doing, Hope?" My mom asks as I walk downstairs in my funeral outfit. An outfit I keep in the back of my closet just in case.

"I'm going to have a funeral for them. Just let me be. Okay?" I say and she nods.

"Okay. Do you want me to be with you?" She asks and I shake my head.

"No, I think I want to do this one alone," I say and she nods.

"Okay. Be careful." She says and I nod walking out the door.

As I get outside there are three dead bodies lying side by side on the ground.

"I'm sorry your lives had to end with one of your own kind killing you. Which I'm not really your kind I'm just a part of your kind." I say knowing they are dead.

"I guess I'm just as bad as you guys. I'm sure at one point in your lives you were good. My father was a horrible man. He was. But now he's changed a lot. He's changed for me. He may slip up and I may slip up. But that's because we are who we are. Mikaelson's mess up big time. They don't just slip up a little. If you're going to slip up you're going to make it legendary." I say mostly to myself. I wonder if they are listening.

"Anyway. I hope all of you found peace. Or are trying to find peace. My dad never could find peace. He was always afraid for me." I say and look around at the trees.

"I'm setting you free from my father and from this world," I say sprinkling white roses around their bodies.

"Be free," I say and light a lighter. I don't really like the thought of burning the bodies but it's the only way. I throw the lighter and the bodies go up in flames.

"Hello, darling." I hear a soothing deep female voice. I look up and see a face through the fire.

"Hello?" I ask getting a little freaked.

"Don't be scared. Your father knows me very well." She says and I back away from the fire. Is this really happening?

"Who are you?" I ask and she smiles.

"I'm Esther Mikaelson. Your grandmother." She says and I almost pass out.

"You're supposed to be dead." I say and she nods.

"You're right I am supposed to be dead. Don't be scared of love. I'm not going to hurt my oldest grandchild. I'm not my sister." She says smiling and I try to smile with her.

"Come around the fire so I can really see you." She says and I walk around the fire to stand right in front of her.

"Awe you look just like Niklaus." She says and I smile a little.

"And like your mother." She says and I turn my head.

"You know my mom?" I ask and she nods.

"Of course I do. We met when you were a baby or in her stomach. I can't remember." She says rubbing her head.