Back to Me

This Feeling

Author's Note:

Thank you for sticking with me during 10 chapters!  Your votes and support motivate me to keep writing Hope and Josie's beautiful story. I strongly believe they have a story that should be told but the show doesn't make them justice. 

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Enjoy chapter 10: This Feeling!

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Days. It has been days and Hope was no closer to finding the Necromancer than when she died. Worse yet, Alaric refused to give her any details on his search while she was training. What a waste of time, she thinks.

The growling of her stomach pulled her back from her thoughts. Why drink blood if she was to feel tired all day? She had asked Rebekah to drink human blood bags, she thought that was more reasonable than fresh blood. Yet, she was denied her request not once, but twice.

Regardless, she still had to satiate her thirst, so Hope made her way to the kitchen.

The initial excitement students had with the Mikaelsons decreased in the last couple of days. Especially because they mostly kept to themselves and any student who dared stare too long was greeted with a menacing smile. Still, Hope constantly received side glances and whispers when she walked the hallways. She held her head high and put an extra strut to her walk, she was not going to back away from them.

She reached the kitchen, where she opened the fridge and pulled out a blood bag. She opened the bag and turned towards the common room. Her aunt Rebekah had just walked in and was looking at her. Hope felt a surge of annoyance fire through her body. She wanted to smash the bag against the floor, she wanted to throw it out the window. Then, her brain lit up with an idea. If her aunt insisted on her drinking animal blood, then Hope was going to have to share. After all, sharing was caring.

Hope circled the table towards her aunt. She dragged her steps, like a wolf prowling on its prey, "Good morning, Auntie Bex. I think this is the first time I see you so early in the day. And how wonderful, you caught me just in time for breakfast," Hope shoved the blood bag to Rebekah's chest, "Why don't you join me?"

Her aunt's eyes turned wide as if she couldn't believe what Hope was saying.

"I mean, we are training together, so why not eat together, too?" Hope's tone was sickly sweet and her eyes held the malice behind her words.

Rebekah stared daggers at her, her chin raising as if to meet the challenge. The buzzing of students had slowed around them, curious as to what the Mikaelson women were doing. She schooled her features and met Hope's fake smile, "Of course, Love. I'd hate to leave you alone".

She took the bag and put it to her lips. To anyone else, nothing looked out of the ordinary -- just a vampire drinking a blood bag. But Hope knew her aunt. She saw the slight twitch of her eye at the taste, the strained vein on her neck. She saw the slight downturn of her lips and scrunch of her nose. And she enjoyed it. It satisfied her to know her aunt struggled to keep the dire liquid down, just as she had for weeks. She felt the corners of her lips curling up and she pursed them to hide it.

Rebekah drank half of the bag and let out a deep breath, "Hmm... animal blood," there was no satisfaction in her tone, but she was good at hiding it with small pointers.