Hope Mikaelson

Chapter 58: Markings

Song of this chapter: Butterflies- Gabbie Hanna
"This is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt."

Hopes P.O.V:

I woke up in my bed with a sticky note attached to my forehead. I rip it off, and immediately realise it's Scotts handwriting.

"I had fun yesterday. You feel asleep in the car, and I didn't want to wake you, so I carried you up. Hope you don't mind. Don't forget that I love you." -Scott

I finished reading it, and put it down on my bedside table. I got up and headed to my bathroom. I opened the draw, and I got my toothbrush and toothpaste out. I started brushing my teeth for a few seconds until I noticed something. There was some type of purple bruising around my wrist, and below that was a marking. Deep claw marks had been cut into my skin.

It looked like the cut an animal would make, but I had no idea what it was from. That's when my head automatically thought of Scott. But it wasn't a full moon, and he wouldn't scratch me like that without mentioning it in that sticky note or on purpose either. Something was off, I finished brushing my teeth, and headed back into my bedroom.

I was ready to shake this all off, I was even considering that I did it in my sleep. That's when I realised the window was wide open. Was it always open, or did it just open? I rushed towards it, and closed it down. Someone had been in here, other than Scott, but I had no idea who.

I got dressed cautiously, and would always look behind me before I'd do so thing like put the hoodie over my head. I was wearing a hoodie to hide my claw marks, so no one thought I was cutting myself or something. It was a Saturday, and I was just going for a run, so no one would really think somethings off.

I rush down the stairs, and that's when I see a serious Stiles or a Stiles that's trying to be serious sitting at the end of the table with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Sit." He says.

I sit down right next to him, trying to keep in my laughter.

"Now young lady you came home very late at night, care to explain why?"

I burst out laughing. "Oh Stiles. You crack me up."

He smacks me playfully at the back of my head, half laughing himself. "Answer."

"I was with Scott."

"Dad you hear that. She was with a Scott. Can I ask who's this Scott, that I have never met." Stiles says siping on his coffee.

"Stiles what are you on about. She's on about Scott. The one that's your best friend." Dad says from the kitchen whilst washing the dishes.

Stiles interrupts him. "Shhhhhh dad. I don't want you coming that late again. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." I say playing along with his act.

"Now go." He says pointing to the door.

I make my way out, and on the way I hear my dad and Stiles talking:

"How did I do, dad?" He says. I can tell he has a massive smile on his face.

"Maybe interrogation isn't for you." He says, and I start giggling. I then rush out the door, before they can hear me.

I was guessing that before I came down Stiles was talking to dad about becoming a detective, and he wanted to prove to dad that his interrogation skills were good? I actually have no idea, to be honest.

I was running down the path that I usually do when I noticed something was off. I didn't know what it was, so I decided to look around. That's when something caught my eye. On one of the trees, was a marking on it. I touched the marks, noticing they weren't too deep. They were claw marks. They looked really similar. Really similar to the ones on my hand.

I rolled up my sleeve, and put my hand in line with the tree, and noticed they were identical. Whoever created these claw marks, came into my room last night. However, the question was who? My mind initially thought to Isaac, since these had to be a werewolf's marking, but he wouldn't do that to me. Erica? Who's marks were these, and why were they targeting me?

"It looks like it's from a werewolf." Says a familiar voice.

I spin around, and it reveals my mum. Hailey.

"Mum!" I say running up to hug her.

"My little girl. What are you doing here alone?" She says whilst holding me.

"On a run? Why are you in beacon hills?"

"I haven't seen you in ages. I learnt you woke up recently and I wanted to see you."

"Well thanks. I should've called or something."

She raises her hand to stop me. "You're too busy. With your boyfriend."

I cover my hands in embarrassment. "Did dad tell everyone?"

"Oh please he has every vampire and every werewolf making sure he doesn't make a move." She says laughing, her dimples showing more than ever.

"Mum. Who do you think did these markings on this tree?" I say relating back to the markings I saw earlier.

"A wolf. No human could do these type of scratches. Why?"

I roll up my sleeve. "Because they look identical to the ones on my hand.

...

A few hours later, I was in my mothers car parked inside of New Orleans outside some forest. She told me to wait in the car until she came back, God knows what she was up to. After what seemed like an eternity she came back, telling me to follow her. I did what I was told until we stopped at a camp site, by the water full of people. They stopped what they were doing when my mum did a loud fake cough.

"Hope. This is the pack. This is our pack." She says looking at me, with a big smile.

I look around, and everyone's smiling at me. That's when a tall man with black hair, and a black beard comes right in front of me. He's wearing a green plaid shirt, and he looks around in his late twenties.

"Welcome home. Hope."

"Thank you." I say.

My mum then nudges me. "That's your uncle, Jackson." She whispers.

"Thank you, uncle Jackson." I smile up at him.

Let's just say this world that I felt all alone in a year ago, felt a lot less lonely. Especially now that I've established the pack I belong in.

Whoo. Chapter 58 done. Goal is finish by chapter 100. And also I know I know Jackson dies before Hope is older somewhere in the originals but I really liked his character so he's alive in my book. I'll try update every day, but I can't promise anything. Don't forget to vote guys and comment. Till next time love y'all xox.