We All Want Hope (Hope Mikaelson)

Chapter 6

I have gone through a million things in my lifetime of eighteen years. When I was ten and learning to ear normal food without as much blood seeing as my werewolf side was kicking in too. I found out that I was a vampire because I had gone on a hunting trip with my friend and their family. Rebekka told me that I had to drink whatever was in my thermos. But I didn't for several days because I didn't know what was so important about it and ended up biting into my friend's neck.

Luckily, Aunt Becks had been on her way and heard my attack and the girl's screams. The blood had tasted so much better fresh then from my thermos. Aunt Rebekka had to pull me back kicking and growling. She eventually got me under control telling me that I will kill her if I kept on feeding from her. Realizing what I had done I vamped out into the mountains while Aunt Becks compelled the family to forget what happened and forget me.

She had found me in the woods looking down at my blood stained face in the lake. She took me back home and told me about my werewolf side too. That if I were to kill someone, she wasn't sure if I were to change or not. So I decided not to find out when she explained the process. I stuck to warm blood usually the positives cooked in the microwave for five seconds.

But I don't think no matter how much preparing I had previously done could prepare me for meeting these people I was about to. Even though I've dreamed about this moment for several years. Now I'm sitting between Rebekka and Elijah, and sitting across from Hayley and Klaus. Aunt Rebekka has just told me that we needed to discuss something, which should have scared me right away.

"Okay, discuss what?" I ask shrugging as I pull my wet hair up in a hair tie to keep it out of my face. Usually when Aunt Becks wants to talk to me she looks a little bit sad or angry about something, or on the rare occasions she would look happy. But now she just looked so downhearted that it made me want to hug her and tell her everything is okay, like she usually does to me.

Aunt Becks takes my hands in hers and turns towards me, then opens her mouth but nothing comes out. "Oh, God," she whispers shaking her head.

I furrow my brow, "Is something the matter?" I ask her.

Aunt Becks shakes her head, "Oh, no this should be a happy day for you," she says looking me in the eye. But she still looked sad. "You remember those stories I told you when you were little about the majestic king and his little princess?" Rebekka asks me, I nod.

"Yea vaguely, something about his demon's over powering him and to keep his baby safe he sent her with her aunt to keep her safe or something along those lines," then I grew skeptical. "Why?" I ask narrowing my eyes.

Aunt Becks bit her lips, "I sent you here because your parents are here, and I knew they would keep you safe while I wasn't here," she tells her touching my chin.

Now, here's the thing, I was tempted to say that she didn't exactly pick the best place. But when you're raised by your aunt for eighteen years and you don't even remember your parents, that really does not go down well when you're just now introduced to them. I didn't know what to say to the news and I open my mouth but nothing came out. Panicking wasn't an option at the moment because I couldn't feel, I couldn't feel and I couldn't see. I didn't know what to do.

"Hope, breathe," Aunt Becks tells me putting her hands on my shoulders. I take a deep breath, like she says. But I couldn't take it anymore I stood and walked out of the room, might be a cliche but I didn't know where else to go in this massive house. So I just went to the room that Elijah brought me to. Though, I didn't slam the door I gently closed it, as if showing that I just needed time and wasn't angry. I go to stand on my balcony and I bite my lips as tears trickle down my cheeks. 

I don't even know why I was crying but I was, whether it was just the shock of realizing that my parents are here or that I'll never see Lizzie or Matt again I don't know. I sit on the raining, my hair flipping and flapping in the wind as I try and gather my thoughts. My brave knight was in my hands as I turn it around in my fingers.