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Henrik shook his head. “No, no! I mean, we didn’t know what parties even were really. We had hunting feasts and war victory celebrations; so I guess that’s close to a party.” he laughed.
“Hunting feasts and war victory celebrations? Those actually sound really fun.. Did you guys really roast pigs on open fires and stuff?”
Zack scoffed. “Please. I’m not sad about it.” he remarked. “I just want to know what was so damn important back then… and I want to lay into him a bit. Maybe tell him I killed his witch friend.” he shrugged and moved his arm away from her hand.
“You don’t have to be sad for me to show you some sympathy.” Hope snapped, snatching her hand away from him. “You know, maybe if you allowed people to show you some form of kindness you’d be a lot better off. And you wouldn’t be so bitter about being abandoned by your sire.”
You will return to me.
The Hybrid had been waiting, praying for his daughter’s heritage to save her from death. Carrying her body back to the compound, finding it abandoned, delivering her from the cruel, dark streets to their home, he’d had nothing other than hope to keep him from the turbulence of his vengeful thoughts. It could’ve been minutes, or maybe hours, he wasn’t one to be highly sensitive to the passing of time, but Hope was sitting up, breathing, and even if she smelt of the cold death of person in between humanity and vampirism, he could only see her as alive.
The panic he’d felt once subsided to overwhelming relief, enough to wrench a sigh from him. He squeezed back, sharp cerulean eyes meeting her similarly coloured hues. Niklaus wasn’t sure what to say, wasn’t sure how much she knew, remembered.
“You’re in transition,” he said, quietly, and was surprised at how stable his voice sounded. She’d need to feed if she wanted to survive, and a chilly ripple of guilt possessed him. The hunger was no pleasant cross to bear.
He looked her over, slowly. She was okay, he wanted to embrace her and tell her this, but the only reason she had ever been not okay was his fault. He kept his distance, but didn’t release her hand. He could lie and say he had no part in her demise, but that would only backfire drastically if she knew.
“Are you in pain?” he sounded strained, but it was really that he had no idea how this was supposed to work, would it be like normal? Or would she not even truly survive the cross over into immortality?
“No.. No.” She shook her head, not wanting to believe it, but that was the only possible explanation. How else would she explain the aching hunger that was slowly but surely beginning to rise within her, and the changes she was experiencing? That’s the only explanation she had for why her magic wasn’t working. “Transition?” She echoed, her hand tightening its grip on Klaus’.
“Am I dead?” She knew that she was, she just needed some sort of clarification. She needed to hear Klaus say it. Hope closed her eyes and tried to think back to the last thing she remembered.
She was in the Quarter, walking back to the compound and then she gasped. “Silas,” she breathed, opening her eyes as everything began rushing back to her. Silas kidnapping her, Silas torturing her father, Silas compelling her father to..
She dropped her father’s hand immediately and was a dozen feet away from him in less than a second, her hands shaking as her last moments alive flooded her memory. “You.. You killed me?” That was a question she didn’t need the answer to. She could clearly remember the feeling of her father’s hand wrapped around her throat and how it gripped and squeezed until the bones finally snapped and ended her life.
Hayley had been searching for Hope, being the worried mother of a child with a target constantly on her back because of who her family was. When she couldn’t find her daughter, she decided to look for Klaus, figuring he would at least know where she ran off to. The hybrid realized she could not single out either of their scents and almost immediately went into a panic.
She was going to walk out of the compound when her daughter was suddenly in her arms, crying in a way she had never seen before. In that moment she knew something was wrong. Hope rarely ever cried, and not only that, but she had a completely new scent. Hayley wrapped her arms around her, soothing her as best she could, her fingers combing through the blonde locks. “Hope, what’s wrong?”, was the only thing she could let out, feeling pain surge through her in not knowing why her daughter had become so upset.
Hope tried to control her sobs, but she couldn’t. As soon as she thought that she was calm enough to speak, a whole new set of sobs wracked through her body. It wasn’t until several minutes later that she was actually able to breathe and calm down enough to actually say anything else besides mom. “I.. Something happened to me. Something bad.” She pulled away from the embrace, her fingers pressing against her mother’s father, trying to pick up something, anything from her mother, but it was silent.
“I.. I d-died.” The words felt foreign on her tongue, like they didn’t belong there, and they didn’t. She shouldn’t have ever had to say those words, at least not this early on in her existence. She had barely begun living and her life was snatched away from her. There was so much that she wanted to do that she’d never be able to experience now. “I died and now I’m like you and dad and I.. I’m sorry.” She didn’t know why she was apologizing. Maybe she was apologizing for crying? Or maybe she was apologizing for dying? She couldn’t tell at that point in time.
“Thanks to this heat I’m far too lazy to even think.”
“Is it really that hot? I didn’t notice. It could be hotter.”
“Why can’t someone create a spell to make it like ten degrees colder? This heat is making my hair do wild and crazy things,” Delia whined while running her fingers through her long, messy hair.
“Have you tried creating the spell yourself?”
This was so odd for her. Being dead. It was like a part of her was missing, but another part of her had been reborn. She felt as though she were better, but at the same time she wasn’t. Her thoughts were all over the place and everything was overwhelming. Her already heightened senses were increased tenfold to the point of discomfort, and every time she moved she felt as though she were walking at a snail’s pace but she was actually moving faster than a human eye could see. It was so overwhelming that she couldn’t help but cry, something she hadn’t done since she was a baby. She cried to mourn for the loss of her life, but she also cried because she felt relieved. Relieved that she wasn’t a liability anymore. She could finally protect herself and stand up for herself, something that she never thought she would be able to do.
As soon as Klaus brought her home, Hope immediately sought out her mother, needing comfort from the woman who birthed her. It didn’t take her long to figure out where she was and to go to her. She was standing in front of Hayley a few seconds after she entered the compound, throwing her arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug. The blonde buried her face into her mother’s neck, the tears sliding down her cheeks at a rapid pace as she stuttered and tried to speak, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t find the words to explain what happened and how it happened and how she felt, so she just cried and hoped that her mother would figure out the rest.
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A loud gasp left the blonde’s lips and she shot up abruptly, blue eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. Her hands immediately flew to her neck, vaguely remembering the sensation of a hand wrapping around it and squeezing until it snapped, but she couldn’t remember exactly what happened. Her mind was too busy going a thousand miles a minute. Did she pass out? Did she fall asleep? What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she remember anything that happened?
Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on a familiar face: her father. Immediately she felt herself relaxed, calmed down by his presence. He always had a calming effect on her, and this time wasn’t any different. “Dad.. What happened?” She reached out to touch him, her hand wrapping around his.
She frowned when their hands met, her skin brushing against his. Nothing. What? She squeezed his hand. There was nothing there. No spark or surge of energy like she usually felt when she touched her father, or any supernatural being for that matter. It was like.. It was like she lost her magic. A feeling of dread washed over her at that thought. No more magic.
“What happened to me?” She asked again, this time her voice quiet and void of any emotion.
Zack grumbled some and shook his head. “I didn’t know anything about Lucien or vampire sire lines or anything. He literally sired me and then had to take off on business he couldn’t bother telling me about or bringing me along. He left me with his pet witch and she taught me the ways of vampirism—which was odd in itself.” he shook his head.
“Oh..” Hope couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the vampire, and she hesitated for a second, before putting a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. No one should ever be abandoned right after waking up from their transition.”
Henrik smiled warmly and chuckled. “It sounds like she really loved her parties. We didn’t really have anything like a party back in the days they were human. I’m glad she found something she enjoyed even if she hated it at the same time.” he said.
“She does love her parties. I wish I would have gotten the chance to go to one with her. She had a way of making just about anything fun..” She glanced at him, a small frown taking over her features. “That must have sucked. Parties are a lot of fun.”
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