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It was the bright sunlight that woke her up that morning. It danced across the room, hitting her face with its warm beams. She grunted in frustration. She was not an early bird. The gentle welcome of the morning sun only irritated her. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand to check the time. It was six in the morning. Another frustrated grunt could be heard. She wished to go back to sleep, but then she realized, this day supposed to be different. She checked her phone again. It was May the 2nd. It was her birthday. Her eighteenth birthday.
She dreaded this day for years, but now that it was here she couldn't help, but feel excited. It was the day she became an adult. The day she should receive her soulmate mark. She should. To be honest, she wasn't sure if she’d get one. Everyone got one. Humans, werewolves, witches, vampires even if they turned before their eighteenth birthday, they would get one on their eighteenth year. But she was different. A tribrid. The only one of her kind. She always doubted she’d ever get a soulmate. But she was hopeful. She should be, considering her name was Hope.
What if she’d get a soulmate? How would she ever meet them? She barely ever left the walls of her house. It was a big house, with plenty of rooms for every activity, they even had a huge courtyard in the middle. They just called their home the compound. It was in the heart of New Orleans, called the French Quarter. Hope lived there with her father, her aunts and their baby boy, Hope’s cousin. Her father was Niklaus Mikaelson. He practically ran the city of supernaturals. They called him king of the city. People also called him evil, cruel and vicious. But Hope didn't see that in her father. For Hope, he was kind, caring and everything a good father should be. She admired him, he was the best person she knew. Although, he could be very overprotective of his only daughter. Hope was okay with it, only mildly annoyed her, but he was her only parent, he should be annoying sometimes. And it wasn't like Hope was a trouble child. Not much to worry about. She rarely left the compound and never really left the city.
Hope wasn't always like that… locked up in a castle like some kind of fairytale princess. It was all so different when she lived with her mom. She lived in the very same house, but she would leave constantly. Hope even had some friends from the local wolfpack at the Bayou. She even had a boyfriend once… but everything changed after her mother died.
Hope was fifteen, she had her first and only boyfriend. He was a sweet young vampire named Roman Sienna. They met in a bar called Rousseaus. Hope spent a lot of her time there, since her mom’s boyfriend used to work there. Roman and Hope hit it off pretty quickly. He was just her type. Handsome, caring and kind, well he seemed like it. She thought she was falling in love with him. He was Hope’s first kiss and until today he was her last kiss as well. They dated for about four months. Luckily, she never slept with him, she was only fifteen and she didn’t feel ready for that step. He wanted to though, he kinda pressured her sometimes but thankfully Hope’s mother raised her to stand her ground and not to give in to the pressure if she wasn’t ready. After four months of them dating Hope made the stupidest decision. She just missed her father so much and one of her friends from the pack Henry gave Hope a lot of money for her blood… She finally had everything to see her dad in Europe. Then it all turned to chaos. Long story short, Henry became a hybrid through Hope’s blood, he killed a vampire. Nazi vampires killed Henry and they wanted to get rid of every hybrids… especially Hope, because she could make more. The nazi vampire leader turned out to be Roman’s mother. He betrayed Hope, kidnapped Hope’s mother then his mother killed hers. Thankfully that bitch died in the process as well. Roman was alive and well… he apologized, he said he was manipulated by her mother but Hope couldn’t forgive him, she never wanted to see him anymore and without any guild she hoped he had a crappy life.
Then the hollow came back… after Hope’s mother passed away she just wanted her dad and her family back together, so she took the evil spirit, the dark magic in. She took it back from her dad and uncles and aunt. But it was a mistake as well… Hope couldn’t handle it and it was killing her. Her uncle Elijah said he couldn’t live without the love of his life, Hope’s mother, Hayley. So he took the hollow’s magic from Hope and he killed himself. Elijah, her mother or Henry weren't the only ones dying because of Hope’s stupidity. While the hollow was inside of her, she killed the bastard nazi vampires but in the process she accidently killed an innocent human… that’s how Hope triggered her wolf curse.
That’s why Hope didn't like to leave her home. She made bad decisions and people kept dying around her. Klaus didn't really like it if Hope left their home alone, because he was afraid someone or something would go after her daughter again. But Hope honestly never had any desire to leave or make friends anymore. Perhaps it sounded like a very lonely life, but Hope liked it the way it was. Less people to meet, less people to worry about.
Hope was homeschooled. Her dad hired (or compelled) the best teachers in the country to tutor her. She liked learning. Hope learned to speak several languages, she enjoyed history lessons, she even liked science, math and such. Klaus trained her physically. He trained her to fight, to use her body as a weapon. Hope’s aunt Keelin taught her what it meant to be a wolf, though it was her dad who went with her in the woods when she felt the need to turn. Aunt Freya taught her magic, she enjoyed her lessons greatly but what she loved the most was art. Her dad taught Hope everything she knew of art. She painted every time she had a free moment, it was her true passion.
She laid in her bed avoiding getting up and looking through her own body to see if she had a mark or not. She was trying to go back to sleep but she couldn’t. Her brain was wide awake. She wasn’t sure if she was more terrified of the thought of finding nothing or finding the mark. Everyone got one, Hope should too. Right? Sure, everyone got one, but finding the soulmate would be the tough part. It was common knowledge that faith or whatever higher power usually brought soulmates together in their lifetime… but how would it be possible for Hope. She didn’t talk to anyone except her family and teachers. The marks were unique to everyone; only one’s true pair had the same marking on the same place as theirs. Placing was different for everyone too, it could be found anywhere on the body. It was usually a simple mark, at least the ones Hope saw, and the color was almost like a light birthmark. She only saw her father’s once. It was on his lower back, shaped like a diamond and it seemed like there were numbers or some writing on both ends of the diamond. She couldn’t read it though, when he noticed she was staring he covered it. Hope asked him about it once, if he ever found his soulmate. He didn’t answer and looked so heartbroken that she never mentioned it again. Her mother’s soulmate was her uncle Elijah. They didn’t get their happy ending either. She just hoped they were together and happy wherever they were in the afterlife. Aunt Freya’s soulmate was aunt Keelin. They got married when Hope was fifteen and had a baby soon after, their son was named after her uncle, his name was Eli and he was the cutest thing ever. Hope never asked her other family members if they were with their soulmate or not. She hoped so, they all looked happy. Aunt Rebekah was married to Hope’s step brother Marcel, they lived in New York City. And there was uncle Kol who was married to aunt Davina. They were travelling around Europe.
She looked at her phone again. It was seven thirty. Hope couldn’t delay this for too long, she just needed to get this over with. She got up slowly and headed to her bathroom. She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at herself. She looked no different than usual. Long auburn hair, pale skin, sharp cheekbones, blue eyes. There was nothing particularly different about her as an adult. She was wearing long sleeved pajamas. No sign of the mark. She was kind of relieved, she wouldn’t want it to be somewhere noticeable. It was usually a private thing even though everyone had it. Hope always felt sorry for people who had it somewhere very obvious. People said when someone finds their true soulmate they just know it in their gut that it is them. There would be some kind of invisible force pulling the two together which was very hard to avoid.
She took off her pajama shirt, standing half naked in front of the mirror.
“Shit” She swore out loud.
She could see it, she got one. But it was nothing she'd ever seen before. It was on the left side of her chest, just above her breast, right where her heart was beating. And it was beating faster than it should be. Every single mark she had ever seen were skin colored simple shapes. This was something entirely different. It was a triangle. The triangle was simple, but the inside was colorful. What Hope noticed first was the flames. Bright orange and red flames. It was odd, if she looked closely, she could see it was a feather. Like a burning feather. She didn’t know what to think of it. Next to the feather was the crescent moon which was similar to her birthmark on her shoulder in shape, but its color was different. It looked like an actual shining moon. It was white and bright and looked like its shine illuminated the feather next to it… or perhaps the burning feather illuminated the moon. They ignited each other. It was quite beautiful. She couldn’t take her eyes off her chest. Then the thought hit her that someone else should have the very same mark on them. She had a soulmate. Well, not sure she actually had one yet but she will have one, her soulmate received or will receive their mark on their eighteenth birthday. Oh God! She was immortal. What if her soulmate would be born a thousand years from now. Just like how her uncle Elijah met her mother. Perhaps she could live with that. It’s not like she could never fall in love for anyone else. Many couples were not soulmates and still happy together. But supposedly when someone met their soulmate their whole life suddenly made sense. It was their other half, their perfect companion. Soulmates completed each other perfectly and when they were together they never wanted to live without the other. But if their pair died or left them, they would never feel whole again. Their broken heart would never heal and there would always be sadness around them. That was probably her dad… Hope felt terrible for him. Uncle Elijah couldn’t handle living without Hope’s mom and followed her. It was really common to commit suicide after someone’s soul mate passed away. There were massive support groups and therapies specializing just for the subject.
Hope had enough of staring at her bare chest, so she decided to take a shower. After her shower she made sure to dress to a shirt that would cover her mark completely. She sat on the edge of her bed and wondered what it meant. There was another thing that made her different. But at least she got one, it would be worse to not receive a mark at all. What should she tell her dad and her aunts? Klaus was very respectful of Hope’s privacy, she didn’t think he would ever ask, though he would be curious. But aunt Freya… surely she would ask about her mark and she just didn’t know what to say. Should she show her the mark? She’d make a big deal about it since it’s so different and colorful. It would worry her and tell her dad. No, she couldn’t show her. She couldn’t have her overprotective father be more worried about her than he already was.
It was nine o’clock. Hope had to make her way downstairs, so she slowly got up to leave her room. She walked downstairs through the courtyard. When she noticed the courtyard, it was all decorated with lights and flowers and birthday banners. She quickly ran down and her whole family greeted Hope loudly and shouted “Happy birthday.” She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them.
“Aunty Bex!” Hope screamed in excitement and rushed to hug her aunt. “You’re here! When did you arrive?”
“We just flew in this morning. I missed you Hope!” She hugged her in return. Marcel joined the hug, squeezing them both.
“Hey kiddo.” He kissed her head lovingly, then let them go.
“Uncle Kol!” Hope hugged him too. “I’m so happy you are here too!”
“Wouldn’t miss my favorite niece’s big day.” He hugged her back.
“Your only niece.” She smirked as they let go of each other.
“Hi aunt Davina.” Gave her a hug as well. “How are you all here?”
“We arrived yesterday night. We had to be really quiet not to ruin your surprise.” Davina answered with a smile.
“Aunt Freya, Aunt Keelin! Is this your doing? How could you keep this from me?” Hope said firmly but couldn’t hide her smile.
“Wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. You should’ve seen your own face light up when you walked down here.” Keelin answered smiling while Freya pulled Hope into a tight hug.
“Happy birthday Hope, we all love you so much!” Freya almost strangled her while she was tearing up.
“Are you crying Aunt Freya?”
“I just can’t believe what a wonderful young woman you turned out to be.” She cried.
Finally Hope took a glimpse of her dad. He was smiling but she could see he was fighting his tears as well. He slowly walked towards Hope. She smiled when he reached her and hugged her. She hugged him back and laid her head on his chest. Hope always felt safe and loved in her dad’s arms. When he released her, he cupped her face and looked into her eyes.
“I am so proud of you Hope! You are beautiful and gracious and strong and smart. I am honored I could call you my daughter. My Hope.” He embraced her again. “I love you sweetheart!”
“I love you too dad.”
The rest of the day was beautiful. They spent all day together as a family. They laughed, they talked. Even little Eli was a cutie and gave Hope a gift he drew himself. Everyone else gave her a bunch of stuff. She received more designer clothes from Aunt Rebekah than she would ever wear. Klaus got her a brand new car… she got one for her sixteenth birthday too, but her dad told Hope that she needed a bigger one, now that she was an adult. Hope didn’t really get it since she rarely left the house and nearly ever drove, but if it made him happy, it made Hope happy too. In the evening, they went to the opera to see a play. It was kind of a tradition, every time the whole family gathered they went to the opera. The Mikaelsons always had a whole section to themselves in the theater. It wasn’t particularly Hope’s taste, but Klaus and aunty Bex loved it and as long as the family was together Hope was happy. Luckily no one asked about her mark and she didn’t mention it all day. Hope had so much fun that she mostly forgot about it. But late at night lying in her bed, that’s all she could think of. Hope sat up in her bed and turned the lights on. It was impossible to sleep. She grabbed her sketchbook and a pencil from the bedside table and she started to draw. She drew it several times, and she used different shades of red, orange and yellow pencils and tried to blend the colors to look the most like the burning flames on her chest. It was like four in the morning when she finally fell asleep.
Hope woke up with a sleepy yawn pencils and pages of her sketchbook scattered around her on the bed. When she opened her eyes, the whole night suddenly flashed in her mind. She was dreaming. Hope was dreaming all night. She dreamt of fire. Burning fire. But not the scary destroying kind. It was warm and comforting. She felt happy, calm and content just thinking about it. But it was a new day and she had no time for dreaming anymore. She started the day with training with her dad, then some magic lessons with Freya. Even some of her teachers came over to go over some lessons before she graduated.
That was how Hope’s days went by. She always made sure to cover her mark completely. No one asked. Not even Aunt Freya, although it was pretty obvious she was dying of curiosity. They were probably afraid to ask. Hope was different than anyone else and they all knew it. They didn’t want to bring it up to get the sad news that she didn’t get a mark, and potentially hurt Hope. So she kept quiet about it, but honestly that’s all she could think about. She obsessively painted her mark every day. And not just the mark. The fire she saw in her dreams constantly. Every night. She knew it wasn’t just a fire now, it was a person. The only thing she saw in her dreams was its wings. Two huge fiery wings constantly burning. Hope tried to talk to it, say something, but she always found herself in her wolf form and couldn’t say anything. It had been the same since her birthday. She found herself going to bed earlier every day. She wanted to dream. She wanted to dream about the burning wings. She needed it, she longed for its closeness and its warmth.
Three months had passed and the dreams came every single night. Hope found herself restless and more tense during the days. She even started to leave the compound more often than before. She only went for short walks to clear her unsettling mind, or she went to get a quick drink at Rousseau's. She obsessively thought about the strange fiery figure and wanted to find out more about it. She was always in her wolf form. It was difficult to clear her mind as a wolf. She usually cared about the run and the hunt and sometimes it was hard to focus on anything else. Hope found a potion recipe which sometimes wolves used to be more aware in their wolf state. Since she was always a wolf in her dreams, the potion might help to pick up on anything her wolf brain would ignore. She sat on the edge of her bed, gulped down the liquid she made then lied down and closed her eyes, hoping that the dreams would take over soon.
It was dark and cold. It was weird how aware she was of the dark. It never felt so daunting and lonely. She could feel the freezing cold air surrounding her. There was nothing else, just darkness and cold. No smell, no sight, nothing. She walked forward in the black nothingness trying to find what she was looking for. Who she was looking for. She could feel the warmth before she saw the fire. There it was. Burning wings that made her feel calm and happy and safe at the same time. She wanted to ask who it was if it was real or just a mere dream? But she couldn’t. She was a wolf. Hope tried so hard to turn back to her human form but it was no use. She walked closer to it and it was getting closer to her too. The warmth she felt as it was getting closer made her want to touch it. She just needed to touch the fire, she didn’t even care if it burned her. They were so close to each other. It was right in front of her. Hope sat on the ground and stared up to the burning wings. It was so tall. Then she reached out with her right front paw to touch it. It was hot, burning even. She didn’t care. She was still looking up as she touched one of the wings then she saw something. She saw eyes. She saw his eyes. Hope didn’t know how but she knew it was a him. His eyes were burning. Just like his wings. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. She never felt this way in her entire life. She felt needed, wanted even. He wanted her, She could see it in his eyes. Maybe it should scare her but she wanted him the same. Hope didn’t want to let go, but she felt a slight pain in her paw so she quickly drew it back. Then suddenly she woke sweating in her bed.
She sat up and switched the light on. She was definitely not in her wolf form. It was all a dream. Then why did she feel all those things? It felt so real. He felt so real.Then she noticed her right hand. It was red. She touched him with her right front paw and her hand was red. By the time she could examine it more to see if there was any burnt mark on it, her hand already healed. The redness disappeared in seconds. She needed to find out more about the dreams and about him. The way she felt around him was extremely intense, She thought… she thought he might be her soulmate. His wings were almost the same as the flaming feather on her mark. It couldn’t be a coincidence. She had to know more and the only thing she could think of is telling aunt Freya. She surely had a spell or something to get closer to him. Hope decided to tell her. She was really nervous about it, afraid she’d get mad and tell Klaus. That couldn’t happen.
She didn’t sleep anything after she woke from the dream. Hope anxiously waited until the morning, and made dozens of new drawings of his eyes. She started the day with training with her dad. She was unfocused and clumsy. Klaus hit her hard when she couldn’t block him in time.
“Hope! Are you okay?” He asked with worry and rushed to see her face where he hit her.
“I’m okay dad. It’s nothing.” Hope shrugged and her face was already healing.
“What’s going on with you? You didn’t pay attention! You could’ve easily blocked my hit.” He scolded her firmly. She obviously didn’t want to tell him the reason she was so unfocused. She just didn’t want him to worry.
“Nothing.” Hope shrugged but she could see he didn’t believe her.
“Is something bothering you dear? Is that why you were unfocused? You know you can talk to me.” He said much softer as he caressed her cheek gently. He wasn’t going to let this go, and would never believe her that she just didn’t pay attention… Hope was a really good fighter afterall. She didn’t like to lie but sometimes it was needed…
“Dad, I’m just not feeling so well today. I’m having some lady problems.” She said touching her abdomen and made a painful expression. He immediately blushed. She knew he felt uncomfortable talking about his little girl being a big girl but come on she was eighteen.
“Oh… that’s… you should’ve said if you’re not feeling well sweetheart. I would’ve gone easier on you.” He said it with regret.
“It’s fine dad. Let’s just pick this up tomorrow. okay?”
“Sure. You should rest today then.” He suggested with an embarrassed smile.
Hope waited until Klaus left the compound later that day so she could talk to Freya and he wouldn’t eavesdrop on them. She found Freya with Eli in his bedroom playing.
“Can I come in?” Hope asked, knocking on the door.
“Sure, Hope. You wanna play with us?” Freya giggled and got up from the floor where she and Eli were playing with a train set.
“I’d love to…” Hope replied sarcastically. “But I kinda need to talk to you about something.”
“Is everything okay?” She asked with concern noticing how serious Hope was. She nodded with a smile. “I call Keelin upstairs to watch Eli then we can talk.”
So that’s what she did. After Keelin took over Eli, Freya and Hope walked to Hope’s bedroom to talk. Hope felt really nervous. She didn’t want her to think she was crazy, or worse to worry about and tell Klaus. They were sitting on Hope’s bed and Freya was looking at her impatiently.
“What is it, Hope? Are you okay? Klaus told me you didn’t feel so good this morning.” She asked with concern.
“I’m fine aunt Freya… or I’m not sure.” She said and Freya looked at her with concern. Hope didn’t know what to say, so she grabbed the neckline of her shirt and pulled it down on the left side to show Freya the mark she got on her birthday.
“Wow” That’s all she was able to say. Hope let the shirt go, hiding the mark again.
“So? What do you think?” Hope asked impatiently.
“It’s nothing I've ever seen before.”
“But the mark is unique for everyone… so it’s likely you have never seen this one before… only if you met my soulmate.” Hope said as her very unique mark wasn’t a big deal.
“Hope. Marks look like birthmarks, more natural. Why didn’t you say something right after you got it?” She asked with worry in her eyes.
“That’s why! You are already making a big deal about it. You can’t tell dad. He worries so much. Promise me you won’t tell any of this to him.” Hope stated firmly.
“I’m not making a big deal about it. If it’s just about the mark I won’t say anything to him. It’s your private business, and I hope you’ll find your other half soon enough.” She smiled but Hope still saw her concern. She hesitated for a moment, she wasn't sure if she wanted to make her more worried, but she had to find out more about the dreams, about him.
“It’s not just about the mark…” Hope said quietly. “Is it normal to have weird dreams after you get your mark?”
“What kind of dreams are you having?” She asked anxiously.
“I see a person… I think it’s a boy or man… He has these burning wings and burning eyes and I have all this confusing emotions when I am around him. I see him every night since my birthday, he feels so real.”
“What?? You are seeing a stranger in your dreams for three months and you didn’t tell me?
“I didn’t think it was a big deal first.” Hope shrugged.
“Hope, it is not normal to have reoccurring dreams like that! Tell me everything and I’ll do research on it. Let’s hope it’s not some kind of evil spirit trying to communicate with you while you are dreaming… God, it could be anything.”
“He’s not an evil spirit. He is not evil, I just know it. I can feel him Freya. I think he’s connected to my mark… I think… I think he could be my soulmate.” Hope whispered but immediately regretted saying it hearing Aunt Freya chuckle.
“People are not dreaming about their soulmates. This is not how it works Hope! You have enemies, just because of who you are. If someone reached you unconsciously… I’m sorry but I have to tell this to your dad. Now please, tell me everything happened in your dreams.”
“Freya, listen to me. He has burning wings, and I have a burning feather on my chest. No one saw the mark, you are the only person I showed.” Hope got up to grab her sketchbook. She searched for the two pictures she drew and showed it to Freya. One was the mark. She just felt more comfortable if she wasn’t staring at her chest. And the other one was the person she saw… well his wings and his eyes since that was the only thing Hope could pick up on him. “Look, the wings burning the same way as on the mark. He is not my enemy, I can feel that he has no bad intentions. I feel safe with him.” Hope tried to explain.
“He could be tricking you, trying to get close to you.” She replied and Hope sighed loudly.
“Then help me find out more about him. Until we don’t know anything, please don’t mention it to dad.” She tried to convince her. Freya looked at her very sternly then she sighed.
“Fine, let’s see what it means first. Now tell me every detail.” She opened her eyes wide, ready to listen.
Hope told her about him, she told her she was always a wolf and that she took a potion the night before. Hope told her she had no other senses than the warmth, the little what she could see of him in the dark, and the strong and confusing emotions. Then she told her that she touched him…but she stayed quiet about him burning her hand. She didn’t think Freya would take it well, and it wasn’t a big deal. Hope healed immediately.
Freya’s first plan was to monitor Hope during the night. So she stayed with her while she was sleeping. The dream was the same as always. Though she didn’t take any potion she was still very aware of her dream. He was there, she felt the overwhelming emotions around him. Hope had to fight the urge to touch him again. Aunt Freya was watching her sleep. She didn’t want to worry her more than she already was. Hope woke soon later in the middle of the night. Freya was awake, next to her.
“Did you have a dream?” She asked as she noticed her stirring in the bed.
“Yeah.” Hope yawned and stretched as she slowly opened her eyes.
“Well, you were just sleeping peacefully from my point of view. Tell me about your dream.”
“It was the same. I tried to communicate somehow but I just can’t. I’m a wolf. I can’t ask anything and he doesn’t say anything.” Hope answered lying comfortably on her pillow, longing for more sleep.
So Freya let her sleep. The next few days Freya was working on a spell that might help Hope to switch to her human form in her dream. Unfortunately it didn’t work. She tried several other potions or spells to get to him or find him but nothing seemed to work. After a week of failure Hope started to feel it was a mistake to tell Freya. Every progress she made so far, Hope made it by herself. She just knew she had to figure this out herself, She shouldn’t have been so inpatient and run to Freya for answers when she clearly didn’t have one. Hope decided to let Freya know to drop the research. She hated lying but the only way she was going to drop it if she said the dreams had stopped. Hope walked downstairs, she heard her dad and Aunt Freya arguing in the living room. When she heard her name several times in their argument, she rushed to see what they were about. When Hope entered the living room they suddenly stopped their verbal fight. They stared at her for a moment. Klaus seemed pissed while Freya looked at her apologetically.
“What’s going on?” Hope asked curiously.
“You tell me, Hope!” Her dad replied with anger. She looked at him questioning. “You’ve been having recurring magical dreams of a stranger? A man? For what… months now??” He yelled at her. Hope turned her head towards Freya. Now she was angry.
“You told him?” She asked, raising her voice.
“I had to Hope, we didn’t find out anything. It’s for your own good.”
“I told you a week ago! Did you really expect to find something in a week? I knew it was a mistake to tell you.” Hope yelled.
“What were you thinking, Hope? You could be in danger! Who knows what kind of witch or spirit is trying to manipulate you? From now on you won’t sleep alone anymore. Me or your aunt will look over you every night until this thing gets solved. Until then I go to the witches, they might be able to help. You are not allowed to leave the compound. Understand?” He instructed firmly.
“I am an adult! I leave when I want and you two are definitely not going to watch me sleep. My dreams are safe. He is safe!” Hope argued loudly.
“Until you live under my roof you do as I say!” He yelled.
“The hell I do!” And with that Hope turned around leaving the room and slammed the living room door as loud as she could then ran up to her room.
She was raging with anger. “How dare he order me around like one of his vampire subjects.” She threw the first thing she got her hands on to the wall. It was a lamp from her nightstand. It shattered to pieces. Hope never felt such strong urge to leave the compound, but now she had to go… especially because he forbade it. She grabbed a backpack from her closet and threw some of her clothes into it. She grabbed her wallet and her phone, and with that she was out of her room. She ran downstairs headed to the garage.
“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Her father yelled as he noticed she was leaving. Hope didn’t answer so he vamp sped in front of her.
“Get out of my way!” Hope said and tried to shove him away without success.
“Hope, I am serious! You could be in danger! You are not leaving the house, it is for your own good!” He tried to lower his voice but he was clearly furious.
“You can’t keep me here. Don’t treat me like a child. I know what’s good for me… to leave this place.” Hope replied with anger and shoved him away with magic.
“Freya!” He screamed for her. “I will bind you to the house if it’s necessary.” He told her as Freya came running toward them.
“You really think that could work?” Hope chuckled then she knocked the both of them out with magic. Hope was furious that they wouldn’t understand her. That they didn’t even try to understand her.
She went downstairs to the underground garage and got in her brand new car. She only drove it once with her dad. She started the car and left the building. She started to drive but she had no idea where she was going.