The Walking Legacies | c.g. fanfic

Malivore

Hope's P.O.V
Landon's dead. Actually not dead dead. He'll wake up soon. I dial Alaric's number on my phone. He picks it up.

Alaric: Hope, did you find Landon?

Hope: Yeah..

Alaric:Okay, tell me where you are.

Hope:Fort valley Georgia. Planet's gonna need you when I'm done. You have to write it down.

Alaric: Wait, you're at triad headquarters?

Hope: Yeah uh.. Don't worry though. Everyone here is dead.

Alaric: Okay listen, you're not making any sense. Just put Landon on the phone.

Hope: I can't. Uh.. He would have tried to stop me so I had to kill him too.

Alaric: What?

I can feel my heartbeat getting faster and I close my eyes for a while.

Hope: He'll come back... Don't worry. Even if I don't.

Alaric: Hope, tell me what the hell you're about to do right now before you do it.

Hope: Clark won. He found the final artifact and he tossed it into the
pit, which is Landon's father, by the way. And now Malivore's gonna
rise unless I stop him.

Alaric : Stop him how?

Hope: Landon got all the answers, but, basically, Malivore was created
by the blood of a werewolf, a witch and a vampire. It used to be that only they
could destroy what they created, but nature found a loophole. By making me. The Tribrid. I'm the loophole.

Alaric: Hope, you listen to me. Now, this is a theory, okay, and you don't even know if this is gonna work, so you just sit tight, and you wait for me to get there.

Hope: There's no time...I've always thought that I was a cosmic mistake, someone who should never have been born. But after all this time, I mean,
my purpose is finally clear. Think about it. I'm the answer to all of this. I can remember things about Malivore that no one else can. That Triad weapon didn't affect me.

Alaric: I am not okay with this.

Hope: I know. But you will be, because once I toss myself into that pit, no one at school will remember me. Including you.

Alaric: Hope. You listen to me.

Hope: I've spent years torturing myself, asking myself why my father sacrificed himself for me, to get to this point where, I mean, I totally understand it. And I don't want you to have to go through that pain, Dr. Saltzman. You've been through enough. And I don't want anyone at school to miss me, because they're my friends. Maybe I would have seen that sooner if I hadn't been beating
myself up all this time.

I hear him sighing through the end of the line.

Hope: This is where you tell me that even though you wish you could change my mind, you know I'm doing the right thing. This is the part where you tell me you're proud of me.

He sighs again.

Alaric : You know I'm proud of you.

He says as I notice a little breaking into his voice.

Alaric: You know it. What is it you need me to do?

Hope: Call maintenance. Have 'em pack up my room. Take my files, all those notes I know that you keep about me, and burn them. Along with Landon's journal.

Alaric: Listen, if you want to erase yourself, that is on you, okay, but you
can't ask me to do it, too.

Hope: I'm sorry, Dr. Saltzman. But I trust you more than I trust anyone. I wish I would have figured
that out sooner, too.