Ft : Hope Mikaelson. - Tumblr Posts
he needed to get out of that damn house , feeling as if he would end up right back in a coffin if he even stepped out of line around his siblings and their bickering any longer . perhaps he could blame his craving to tear through the townspeople on some poor unfortunate soul that he lays sight on . the piercing wail could be heard from miles away it seems , casually strolling to where he senses the blood , watching his favorite niece in amusement .
" now i'm never one to ruin your fun , but your little food bank there was annoyingly loud and i'm sure we'll be biting off a few more heads of any newcomers if we're lucky . " the original studies the young girl , brows furrowing in a concern he never thought himself capable of . " what is it ? "
Hope was burning with anger, at a level she hadn't believed possible. The last time that she'd felt anything like it was the day of her mother's funeral, the day she'd detonated a van in the middle of a New Orleans street. The problem was that, as her father had warned her, the depths of her anger were exacerbated by the rush of emotions that came along with her transition into the Tribrid. And with the symbol scrawled on the Lockwood manor's drive, the symbol of people who had hunted her family in the future, she had only a nebulous target for that anger.
It was turned outward instead, and as she stalked the streets of New Orleans anger became rage and rage became hunger. It wasn't like the hunger she'd felt in transition - it didn't make her weak or vulnerable. Instead it made her feel stronger, more predatory, and led to her grabbing the first vulnerable New Orleans resident she came across and dragging them into an alley before biting down hard on their neck, feeling the rush of blood over her tongue before shoving them away once more. As they turned to run, she clenched a fist. "Ad somnum." They dropped like a stone, and she slammed that same closed fist against the ground in frustration. She was out of control, and struggling to find her center. Only then did she notice a presence at the alley's entrance. "They're fine," she called. "Too much to drink."
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kol could understand , the similar changing in a past life of his that he wishes to forget what he's lost in the process . he didn't have much feelings towards most things , but he could try for his favorite niece , guiding her through this new phase . " you need to feed , it'll help . " glancing at the body laid out on the ground between them , kneeling to tilt the head up to peer at the double puncture wounds . " he's draining fast , you'll need to find another blood bank . " a hand comes to rest upon the girl's head , bringing her figure to his chest . he didn't know why he felt such a stronger connection to hope than he did anyone else in their family , she reminded him too much of a much younger self . " you can let it out love , you don't need to hold everything in . to hell with everyone else , we'll figure out the rest as we go . "
"Then I'll drop them too," Hope snarled, clenching her fists and trying to control herself. "What isn't it? I've been a vampire for two days and I've barely eaten. I'm hungry, and I'm looking at Mystic Falls inside of New Orleans, and people I never thought I'd see again are a part of my life. And as if all of that wasn't enough, as if dying and going to purgatory and saying goodbye to Landon and becoming the tribrid and cities merging and parents coming back wasn't enough, Triad paints their symbol on the pavement like they own this town. They've hurt people I care about before, and I've died to keep them from doing it again, and HERE THEY ARE!" she shouted, the streetlights flickering. "And I don't want to die again! I'm tired, Uncle Kol, I'm so damn tired of all of this!"
crimson painted skin in the bloodbath that triad had started . josie was searching for their father & twin when chocolate hues rests upon a familiar figure . knees touches the ground next to the body , hands grasping both sides of shoulders . " hope ! you need to wake up ! " straightening posture , a slap rings through the walls .
The world was drifting in and out around her. Hope might not have been easy to kill, but apparently she could be put down pretty damn hard with the right combination of spells, strength and monsters. Bloody and woozy, she tried to force herself up and found that her muscles didn't want to respond to the commands in any real way. But they were okay. Her family was okay. The compound had been defended - that was all that mattered. Her head lolled to the side and she took a shuddering breath, consciousness fading. She felt hands on her, but couldn't summon the energy to open her eyes and figure out who it was.
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