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Sneak Out
Hope Mikaelson was angry. This was nothing new; she was always angry about something. Her mom said it was because of the wolf in her, and to blame her father's family. Her father blames her mother and Hope just blames them all. The last time she was angry, Uncle Elijah suggested that she should write down all the things that got her angry, and that way she can see how either trivial they are, or how she can get around them. Last time she ignored him, put a hole through the wall, and got grounded for a week, so this time she's decided to take his advice.
Hope's Anger List:
1. Uncle Elijah's stupid idea
2. It's raining and 86 degrees and January
3. James won't return my calls
4. Dad's being a dick
5. Mom and Jackson have abandoned me
6. Davina cancelled magic classes
7. Mom was a total bitch this morning
8. Aunt Bex is in Milan and too busy to talk to me
9. Uncle Elijah is making frowny faces over my shoulder and putting me off. I am trying to be angry here goddamn it!
Elijah snatched the pen from Hope's hand and hits her on the back of the head with it. "Hope, there is no need for that kind of language."
"What kind of language? Honesty?"
"Hope..." She turned and glared at her least favorite uncle,
"Dad is, mom was and this is stupid. Why can't I just go to the party with everyone else?"
"Because you are thirteen years old and it's a college party. Your parents are being perfectly sensible about it."
"I though uncles were supposed to be cool, but it would appear that the stick rammed up your ass is even longer than the one in dads. I bet Marcel would let me."
"Hope Mikaelson!" Elijah hissed at her, "we both know that he wouldn't, and for that you are grounded young lady. For a month. You are not going to Ryan's house, you are not going to Camile's and you are most certainly not going to that party." She crossed her arms and stood up, yellow eyes burning. "You are however going to your room."
"Screw you!" she yelled, and ran hybrid speed to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Hope wasn't angry now, she was pissed.
"Now what's all that yelling for love?" She rolled over from where she'd thrown herself on the bed to look at the ghost leaning by her window.
"Dad's being a dick, Uncle Elijah's being a dick, Mom's being a bitch, Aunt Bex doesn't care, Uncle Jackson and Aunt Davina abandoned me and now Uncle Elijah's grounded me." Kol laughed and Hope threw a pillow at him. "It's not funny, they don't get it."
"They always were sticks in the mud, your family." And the smirk on his face as he said the word stick made her know that he was eavesdropping. "Now why don't you tell your favorite uncle all about it?"
"James invited me to a party at his cousin's dorm and all my friends are going but dad says that I'm too young. I'm a teenager for fucks sake, I can look after myself."
"Isn't James the wimpy one that you compelled to eat dirt last year?"
"No, that was Alex."
"Which one's James then?"
"The one you said looks like a goat." She was unimpressed by Kol's snicker, and told him so. "Now are you going to help me sneak out or what?"
"What sort of benevolent spirit would I be if I didn't help out my favorite niece? How do you want to do this?"
"I'm grounded, so I believe a spell to make him think that I've gone to sleep will be most effective, maybe an illusion?"
"And if he come's looking for you and realises that it's not real?"
"I could go and tell him now that I don't want to be disturbed by his ugly face for the rest of the month, that'd keep him away."
"When was the last time you spoke to him directly after an argument. He'd see straight through you."
"Then what do I do?"
"I'd suggest nothing. He's grounded you for a month, so listen to him for tonight. Stay in here and cry and scream that you hate him and everyone and that you'll turn into a wolf and slaughter the city if he doesn't let you go out. You might hate the guy but he loves you. He'd never be able to see you like that for long."
"So our amazing plan for me to go to the party is to miss the party?"
"Exactly." Hope groaned and flopped back on her bed.
"I thought you were meant to be the rebellion genius. That idea sucks bigger than the time you suggested I stop using magic so that my parents would start letting me do it..." He was quiet for a moment and then the snarl that escaped her lips told Kol he'd been caught. "You agree with them."
"It's a college party Wolfie, where college kids go to get drunk and laid and arrested. Did you have plans to get drunk tonight?"
"Not really,"
"What about laid? You planning on having sex with Goat Boy?"
"Eww, no!"
"Oohh, so you want to get arrested and for your dear old dad to come and bail you out."
"I don't want to do those things. I just want to have fun with my friends." But she knew her argument was failing. "Screw you Uncle Kol." The ghost just laughed at her.
Hope liked labels. A werewolf was a werewolf, a vampire was a vampire and hybrids were hybrids; female hybrids are essentially female wolves, so destined to be bitches whereas male hybrids exist to piss on everything and sleep with random females, hence a dick. Hope was very proud of this thinking, having decided that it made perfect sense, unlike how she could have been chosen to have to suffer this family. Another label she had was for those people related to her that was not her parents and that she didn't like; aunt and uncle. Uncle Finn tried to kill her and succeeded in killing Kol. Uncle Elijah was a stuck up dick who insisted upon acting like her father. 'Uncle' Jackson was a traitor who never stood up for her against her mom, even when they both knew she was being a bitch. Aunt Bex stopped caring the first time Hope had called her a slut; Aunt Davina never cared and Aunt Camille cared too much. The only members of her family she did not refer to regularly as uncles, were Marcel, and Kol. So when she said those words Kol knew he had won for sure.
"What are we going to do tonight then? When Uncle Elijah isn't listening I mean."
"Blackjack?"
"You already owe me three packets, but okay." She agreed and Kol sat down letting her fetch the cards and a bag of M&Ms. His niece was scarily good at cards, and if he weren't a ghost he would have accused her of reading his mind. "I'm dealing."
Elijah was mildly confused when Hope resurfaced from her room for dinner in a somewhat agreeable mood. She glared at him and refused to speak to her father but she ate without mutilating her food or stabbing any of the servers with her steak knife. She ate lightly though, and turned down dessert. Klaus shared a look with his older brother as she slunk back upstairs with a grunt goodnight to Marcel.
"How long till she leaves, do you think?" Klaus asked him, and he shrugged.
"I give it an hour." But an hour passed and when they went to check on her she remained there, sitting on the floor playing cards by herself.
"Having fun?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to watch a movie or something?"
"Not really." Klaus was suspicious, as was Elijah,
"Hope, what year were you born in?"
"Who cares?"
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Like it matters." They were the same pre-programmed responses from the last time she had sneaked out and set a spell. Klaus smirked at Elijah and approached her, sensing the illusion. Once behind her, he swiped with the intention of passing through her head and dispelling the illusion. Hope went flying and slammed into the bed, crying out in pain. Klaus stepped back in shock.
"What the hell Dad?!" She gripped the side of her head, which was bleeding profusely. "What the fucking hell?!" she repeated before passing out. Klaus and Elijah darted forward and held her as the vampire blood she was born with healed her. Klaus moved her onto her bed, guilt swelling in him. Se came around slowing and glaring, not at her father or Elijah, but at the otherwise unseen spirit howling in laughter behind them,
"Great plan genius!"