paintings in the wind

the tribrid

hope's POV
emma, the school councillor, suggests i should write all my feelings down in a diary, i'm not going too. diaries aren't for me. and i don't think a diary is going to help with the fact that imma tribrid with bloodlust issues. i haven't been around anyone but my family and vampires, which honestly sucks because it's like the vampires are something straight out of harry potter. they say i'm a half breed. which isn't exactly wrong, but they could be nicer about it. but today is the day i decide to actually deal with my issues by going outside of my dorm and actually attending my classes. the smell of blood is excruciating. i'm almost at my biology class when i just had to fall and drop every single book i was carrying. it's pathetic that i genuinely thought i would make it all the way through the hall without any alterations.

i scramble to pick up my books in a hurry. when i look up slowly, i see undeniably gorgeous tanned legs. "hey hope." a soft voice that belongs to josie says. "hey, uh, how are you?" i stutter, trying to make conversation. " surprisingly well. lizzie says i should start a 'fuck penelope park' club." she grins. i giggle. "how are you?" she asks, hooking my arm and steering me towards our bio class. "a little stressed." i state honestly. "and why is that?" she asks, reasonably. "well, the bloodlust is not good, trust me." i assure her. she unhooks my arms, and goes in front of me. i stare into her walnut eyes fro a second and she stares into my azure eyes. "i'll help you." she says. i tilt my head. "my dad's helping me, but thanks." i politely told her. "let's skip, i'll tell you what i can do to help she says, re-hooking my arm.

josie's POV
as we walk through the woods to get to the mill, i notice hope's eyes going yellow. "are you okay?" i stop and turn around. "sorry, you just smell delicious." she blankly answers. i begin to blush, which is quite obvious i gather.

we both sit down on the tawny colored wood and i look at her. "okay, so, my aunt elena and my uncle stefan used to date. when the did date, my aunt elena let him drink little bits of her blood each day so he could ease down his rippah problems. i think i could do that for you." her head tilts. "yeah, no." she says. i look everywhere but her until she finally says something else. "i'm not going to risk hurting you because if my own problems, okay?" she states. i look down. all i wanted to do was help. 'i better not push my luck before she actually loses it.' is what my brain wants to do, but me being josie, the caretaker, i'd never say that in a million years. "i overheard your father say you've had every type of blood. witch, vampire, werewolf, hybrid etc. have you had siphoner blood yet?" i question, looking at her directly into her arabian blue eyes.

hope's POV
the brunette suggests i should drink her blood, little by little each day. which i wouldn't mind, but there's no guarantee that i wouldn't drain her if i had the chance. "no, i haven't had siphonor blood, and i'm not planning to." i state. i look into the woods. seeing an endless path of tress and green. i then look back at josie who's staring at the sunset. i can feel my eyes flare up as i stare at her neck and listen to her heart beat. "hope? are you okay?" she softly asks.

"i'll take that offer." i say. her face goes into shock. "what? did you not expect that?" i say getting closer so i can grab her wrist. she holds out her tiny wrist and i grab a hold of it. i allow my fangs to pop out and i make two little holes in her wrist. her blood begins to ooze out of the two holes. i bring her wrist to my lips and begin to let the blood seep into my mouth. maybe josie's idea wasn't so bad. or maybe i'm only considering this because siphoner blood tasted amazing. i open my eyes to see the color draining out of josie. i remove my lips from her wrist and then bite my own wrist. one of the perks about being a vampire, i can heal people. i make a small bleeding dent in my arm and apply it to josie. she begins to drink my blood. i remove my arm and watch the color go back into her face. "you're idea wasn't bad, josie." i say proudly.