paintings in the wind

"i like to paint."

caroline's POV
"i hope you like it here, hope." i say to her. she looks up at me, with a grin. "i think i will, considering it's something my parents and you and alaric worked on together." she says. i smile. "tell me if you need anything, okay?" i assure her. " i will, don't worry.

hope's POV
today, i had to fill out a form. it was a supernatural form. it had questions like what supernatural being i am, what my parents are, if i have urges for blood or any bloodlust issues in general. things like that. it also explored mental health issues as well. i thought that was considerate, considering i suffer with depression and anger issues, like my father and uncle kol. the questions were short, yet so very detailed. for an odd reason, they enraged me. after my dad went back to new orleans yesterday, i felt alone. so..very..alone.

i went into the large gymnasium, where a pack of werewolves were playing some sort of football game.  "who's the alpha here?" i raise my voice. they all stop playing their game and glare over at me. "i am." a dark skinned guy said, walking up to me. "your name?" i question. "rafael, you're hope, right?" i open my mouth to confirm my name but he interrupts. "aren't you a witch? i don't think you should be here."  it boils my blood to see his over confidence. "actually i'm a tribrid." i say, throwing the first punch. the rest of the pack backs away as i glare into rafael's yellow eyes. he runs fast towards me. i hold out my arm and hit him in the stomach. he lays on floor, wincing in pain. "3, 2, 1!" a werewolf yells.

it's pathetic that i became a alpha in 2 hits. Rafael didn't even try.

lizzie's POV
i look at every single person that walks by to see if it's that bitch hope. so far, nobody has seen her since she walked out of the gymnasium after beating raf. "why didn't you fight back?" i ask raf, sitting back down on the sofa. "would you fight a tribrid?" he replys sarcastically. "that's fair enough." i state.

after hours of waiting, the tribrid bitch appears. "hey!" i yell. she stops, dead in her tracks and turns around, slowly. "what?" she asks

" you know what. you can't just walts in here, and start fights with people." she cuts me off before i can give her a piece of my damn mind. "well, clearly i can because, well, i did!" she says, her eyes going golden. the room goes quiet. the tension becomes thicker by the second.

hope's POV (this is short lmao)
my blood boils. rafael really brought in lizzie saltzman to fight for him. it's actually quite funny that the former alpha of this werewolf pack can't stand up for himself. i sit down on the olive chair and cross my legs, winking at lizzie. i get pure enjoyment out of teasing lizzie. throughout all the toxicity in this room, we begin to hear footsteps coming closer and closer.
"i wonder who that could be." lizzie states, standing up. i assume she thinks it's her dad or mom, it probably is. i slowly realise its not him when i see the gorgeously tanned legs of josie saltzman. "what the actual fuck?"

josie's POV
"thank god. i thought it was your mother." hope says. "what are you guys doing this late? it's past curfew." i state, eyeing lizzie and raf. "hope's the new alpha." raf storms off and lizzie follows. "after one day?" i glare at hope. she takes me by the hand and drags me into her room. it's covered in photos, drawings and paintings. "you unpack hella fast." i blurt out, whilst looking around her room. "yeah." she says. "i love the paintings." i saying closer to the large landscape canvas of her family thats next to her bed. "i like to paint." hope mumbles.