His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 26

* Set 7 days later on a Sunday afternoon. Today is June 23rd, 2019.

Where are you dad? What's going on? Hope bit her lip harshly. 6 Days prior to today, she decided to talk to Helena, but when she reached the Bayou, Helena wasn't there. The day after, she opted to pay Davina a visit, but found out Davina and Kol were in France. Three days later, Hope went to visit Khoudia, but her mother told Hope that Khoudia hadn't been home for awhile now. She guessed Khoudia must have been in "House of Horrors", the only other place she knew to look. However, Hope wasn't mentally prepared to go back, knowing her father was probably there, and she had no desire to confirm it.

Hope sat up against her bed and glanced over at the clock on the table, 5:20pm it read. I have two things I could be doing instead of anxiously waiting for dad to come home. One, reading or I guess seeing those journals, which is a nope for me. Two, get back on the forum, which I don't really want to do. Or three, visit that stupid place and look for Khoudia. I can just cast a locator spell and if she's not in there, I leave quickly. That's it. Not that complicated. I can do this. It's better than sitting here doing nothing. Hope mentally stated, giving herself a pep talk.

Hope stood up and looked at the mirror. She was already casually dressed, but this was a usual, whether she was going somewhere or not. I don't need to look all glamorous. It's not like I'm trying to catch anyone's attention. Except for your father's attention. Her wolf piped in. Oh shut up! I'm just going in and out. Hope scoffed, chanting the location spell, and soon enough she appeared at her intended location. "House of Horrors", read the sign above, as she came in through the same door (which was the back entrance, unbeknownst to her). Here we go again. Hope mumbled, looking around at all the topless women, some causally talking with one another wearing masks and what looked like a bunch piercings stuck to several parts of their bodies, some in strange cages, some being pulled on a leash by men dressed in suits, and other stuff she didn't catch due to her feeling uneasy.

Okay, I need a better place. Hope sighed, knowing the restroom hall to the left was the same hall her father's room was in, but she didn't know any other restrooms nor did she want to ask anyone in this creepy place. There's no use. I have to. Hope huffed and started walking in the direction of the restroom. That's when she started to hear something.

"Oh yes! Fuck me harder daddy! Please!" A woman shouted from one of the rooms.

Ugh, so much for wolf senses...Hope barfed. Her eyes followed to where the sound of the voice was coming from and it lead exactly where she figured it would, exactly where she wished it wouldn't, as her heart sank.

"House of Horrors", it read in place of where the room number should have been. Her father's room. She could hear him, smell him, taste him. She could also hear whoever that was and unfortunately, smell them as well. Tears started to fill her eyes and cheeks as she stood there glued to that spot. Why would he do this? He has me...Why does he need this? I thought he said it was an urgent issue! Yeah right, dad. So fucking some random bimbo is urgent business? Good to know! I bet it's that same person who came to our house a week ago. Hope felt her chest twist and turn, almost suffocating her heart, as she held her hand against her chest. I'm done being here. I knew this was a mistake. I hate this place! She sobbed, chanting the location spell, and vanishing.

7 Days prior to today, Niklaus returned to "House of Horrors" to figure out who the mole was. For 4 days straight, he examined every customer, every guest, every client, every staff member, the desk clerks, who went out of which room, and to his dismay; found nothing. No suspicious woman who fit the description. Niklaus was getting impatient, but he knew better than to let his temper get to him, he could wait it out. After all, his patience and tactically moves (and leverage) is what got him this far, always 10 steps ahead of everyone. He decided to distract himself, but as usual, he got carried away when he fed his blood lust.

I'm sure Hope misses me. As much as I miss her, I do have important matters to settle. I wouldn't want yet another enemy of mine potentially hurting Hope. No doubt she will feel something is wrong. Hopefully, she hasn't done anything reckless considering I've been gone for a bit longer than what she's now accustomed to. Niklaus thought, absentmindedly pounding into the brunette beneath him.

He could have sworn he smelled Hope's scent, a salty aroma in the air, as if she were crying. He knew better than to entertain his delusions whenever he missed her too much. Niklaus quickly grew tired of the brunette and sank his fangs into her neck, relishing in her blood, fear, and painful screeching. As usual, he ordered one of his hybrids to dispose of the body.

Snapping out of his blood lust, Niklaus fixed himself and observed everyone, checking in with Madelyn at the lobby, who handed him the sign in booklet. "It seems our mole won't show up when I'm around or at least that is the theory for now. In that case, you will have to routinely check the faces that pass by in this building and this booklet for any suspicious names. As you already know, everyone signs in using the same booklet, staff or not. I leave this to you, Madelyn." Niklaus calmly stated, assured it was time to return home to his Hope.