Hope Mikaelson. Thats the name she was given at birth. But, it's not the name she goes by now. The Mikaelson's got Bonnie Bennet to put a spell on Hope so that their enemies couldn't find her, as she goes off with Rebekah, safe from the enemies tha...
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"They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like"
"This feeling (feat. Kelsea Ballerini)" by The Chainsmokers
| Hope Salvatores's POV |
And guess who was right? I was. I am fucking grounded. They only allowed me to keep my phone to call Lizzie and Josie, so at least they were merciful. On the other hand... I have to come right home after school. For 3 weeks. There is a very slim chance at parole, but it's probably going to be too much work. Easier to just wait for the 3 weeks to go by. While they did allow me to pick up Kira in the morning, she didn't want me to pick her up today, as Scott's taking her. All I ask is that he doesn't hurt her. But, that does mean I get an extra 5 minutes before school - and I'm still not going to eat Dad's pancakes. Quickly showering, I head downstairs and grab my daily apple, me and Stefanie on the way to school. After the quietest ride of my life, Stefanie rushes out of the car and towards her friend group, officially leaving me alone. Life could be worse, I guess.
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But of course, my life gets worse when the day is almost over. As soon as I unlock my lock on my locker (wow, that is so much locks), I feel eyes on the back of my head. Not looking back, I simply take what I need from the locker and head towards the exit. But I don't make it in time, the person who was eyeing me easily catches up and slides in front of me, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Look, Hope, I wanted to say how sorry that I am- again-"
"It's fine." Trying to side step him, he goes the same way I go. When I try to go the other way, he blocks me again.
"Then why does it seem like it's not fine?"
"Absolutely no idea." Going right again, he's quick on his feet again.
"I really am sorry, Hope..."
"I get that. But I'm grounded now, and if I'm home late from school, it'll be worse. Goodbye." Attempting to go left, he steps in front of me. Again.
"Please just- Hear me out?"
"What is there to hear out? Are you going to explain everything to me? Absolutely everything?" His once chance is up when all I hear is silence. He doesn't even try to explain it to me. I go towards the right again, and this time he doesn't stop me, letting me walk out of the doors and towards my car. Granted, I did have time as Stefanie wasn't waiting at my car at all, but if he wasn't going to explain anything to me I didn't want to stick around. What the hell happens in his life that makes him switch between being sweet and kind to a complete ass?
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I set up my easel by the window, pulling up some aesthetic pictures on Pinterest for inspiration. Putting my hair up into a ponytail, I grab my paintbrush and stare at the blank canvas in front of me. Starting simple, I do basic shapes, forming the figure of a person. And now, time to make this... more life like. Black seems to be a main color while painting this, using my room as a backdrop. Maybe I'm doing a self portrait? Using grey and whites to add plenty of detail, I end up painting... people in masks. People in masks, dressed in all black, standing in my room. Totally not nightmare fuel at all. I look around the painting, figuring out if there is anything else I can add to it, when I spot another figure hidden in the background of the painting... someone with white bandages for a head, a large and fanged mouth, and a slender body... A chill runs down my back, as the feeling of being watched runs through my body. I look around, finding no one there, but I still don't believe it. Walking towards my closet it, I opening it quickly but... no one is in here. Thankfully, I am all alone in my room. Until I turn around and see the masked men from my painting standing in my room. Making a lunge for the door, one steps in front of me, so I use my other option: screaming. At least until one wraps their arm around my head and over my mouth, muffling my scream into almost nothing. They wrap their other arm around my chest as another comes closer to me and puts a hand on my cheek, more specifically, right by my ear. Their touch burns, but no in the ridiculously hot way, in a... colder way.
As darkness slowly clouds my vision, I continue to look around the room, seeing the guy with the bandages for the head in the corner of the room. He smiles, right before my vision is fully clouded with black. Immediately, I'm dropped to the ground, feeling as my hand hits my palate, and then my head on the floor, before feeling nothing at all.
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Short chapter, but I didn't want to make it longer than it had to be and make it a run on chapter, and the cliffhanger seemed like a good place to stop. And it was the end of the episode so...
No Scira and the Oni just showed up at the McCall house a few minutes later.
The next chapter will skip that whole Stiles sleep walking thing because she wouldn't have been in it at all, being out cold. In both ways.
Until next time, addyfm
Edited: April 25, 2021 Edited/Updated: March 16th, 2022
