His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 12

Hope began to hear a terrible ringing in her ears as soon as she picked up the journal. When the noise was gone, she opened her eyes and spotted huts and cottages. What the heck? This is so not New Orleans...Hope thought. It did seem familiar....she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Hope realized it must have been after 6:00pm already due to the the moon blocking the sun and making the sky a grayish-black, but not to the point where she couldn't see anything. Okay..how do I get out of here? Hope questioned, looking around. When her hearing recovered, she could make out 2 voices not far from where she was sitting. Hope was never a noisy one, but she had no idea where she was, so she decided she'd follow the voices.

"Come on now, love. I promised I'd teach you lessons when you grew older. You're at that age now so we need to get started. Not to mention, your birthday is in two months time." A feminine voice happily stated.

"How come I'm the only one getting these lessons mother? Or is Kol and Henrik getting theirs too?" A masculine voice questioned.

"Yes, yes. All my sons. It's tradition, Niklaus. Finn and Elijah already had theirs when they reached the age of 16 years. You are getting yours, Kol will get his, and Henrik as well." She lied.

Hope recognized one of the voices...the masculine one. It was her father's voice. The female confirmed her prediction when she said his name. If he called her mother, this must be Esther. Hope observed, trying to get a closer look. He doesn't seem too convinced. I don't blame him. I can tell she's lying. Maybe it's a wolf thing. She wondered.

"I don't know mother. Why must we do this at night and away from everyone else?" Niklaus questioned again. Some kind of sense, almost like a sixth sense; was telling him something was wrong with this picture.

"Niklaus stop questioning everything and do as I say, love. And you wonder why your father beats you all the time." Esther affirmed, shaking her head and opening a door on the ground. "Come. We're wasting time." She verbalized, holding a female by the arm, and descending into the cellar with Niklaus following behind her.

Who was the girl? Crap. I couldn't get a good look at her. Well, I couldn't get a good look at any of them. Hope grunted. She knew she shouldn't follow them...but something was telling her this is what was written in the journal. That Shilah person must have spelled his journals. I knew it had a catch. But I'll admit...she is crafty. Hope thought as she quietly followed them down the cellar, making sure to close the door without making noise.

When she reached the floor and took in the scenery, Hope completely lost her breath. What..in..the...fuck. She mentally exclaimed. Why does she have all that stuff? What's wrong with her? Hope's mind was racing as she looked around, different types of whips, chains, muzzles, restraints, collars, fire irons...and more. She didn't want to examine the rest. Hope already felt sick to her stomach. Most of these things look like stuff you use on a dog not a person. But then she understood the reference except he didn't. Hope thought, somberly. She tried to get a better look without them noticing her.

Hope stared at the fair skinned woman with golden locks in a wavy-curly pattern, almond brown eyes, and wore what looked like a medieval dress. His mom. She noted. She then glanced over to her father; fair skin, dirty blonde locks in a more curled pattern than his mother's, dark ocean blue-green eyes, and dressed in medieval wear. Her heart began to flutter. Why does he have to be handsome. He practically looks like a prince. There's not much difference except he didn't have a beard and his hair was longer. Heck his hair's as long as mine! Hope mentally exclaimed. Now her eyes hoovered over to the girl. Hope was dumbfounded. Shilah!? The girl had tan skin, dark brown eyes, and light brown curly messy hair; when Hope realized she was completely naked, she instinctively covered her eyes with her palms. What is going on here? I seriously need to leave. Hope panicked. But she knew it was too late. The door won't open unless Esther opened it was her key, which Hope spotted in Esther's hand while following them in.

What did I get myself into? Hope questioned, anxiety building up.