Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst?
Pairings: Mother-daughter Amy/Hope.
Quote: "Be someone who you would be proud to know."
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"Mommy?"
"Yes?" Hope Cahill asked, crouching down at the height of her daughter, Amy. The toddler was only four years old, and already she knew so much. "What is it, sweetie?"
The child sniffled, her eyes teary, "S-someone at school said I was a b-b-bully!" She wailed, tears pouring down her cheeks.
The Madrigal frowned, grabbing a tissue to wipe away the waterworks, "Now why would they do that?" The woman asked, confused. What could her sweet little daughter do to seem like a bully?
"Well we were d-drawing in cl-class and some other k-kids were drawing next t-to me." Amy started, sniffling, "S-so I finished a-and I started l-looking at other pe-people's drawings. And then I saw th-this one drawing th-that was really good! S-so I said it was am-amazing. Then the per-person next to him said I was a b-b-bully!" Amy started crying again, the word sending her into a fit.
Hope chuckled, shaking her head in exasperation. "Amy…" She started, reaching over to pull her daughter into hug. "I'm sure that other kid heard you improperly, or was just jealous. You did nothing wrong. Okay?"
The child frowned, wiping the tears away herself as she sniffled, "Really?' She asked, her jade eyes widening.
"Really."
The child smiled, her grin was bright enough to make Hope's day a lot better. "Thank you, Mommy!" She exclaimed, throwing her tiny toddler arms around her mother's neck.
"You're welcome, sweetheart." Hope hugged her daughter back, pulling away after a few moments, "Now go play with Grace, she looks awfully bored over there, all alone."
"Okay!" Amy chirped, skipping over to her grandmother.
The Cahill smiled sadly, watching her only daughter play, as her tiny, just walking brother, Dan, toddled after her. They were so young…so innocent. Yet when they grew older, they would be thrown into a world of betrayal and death.
"Grace, please, help them to be like me, better than me." The mother of two prayed, clutching her hands together tightly.
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"Thank you, Amy, for telling me where your parents went for their 'vacation'." Isabel cooed, tapping the girl's nose. "Now go wait in your room, as I speak to your mother and father." The Lucian set down the child.
The now seven year old nodded, starting to skip to her room, pausing and turning around, "Goodnight Aunt Isabel!"
"Goodnight sweetie." Isabel replied, walking into Arthur's and Hope's office.
"Isabel." Arthur greeted, his wife doing the same as the Kabra entered.
"Arthur, Hope." Isabel greeted back.
"Do you need something? It's late, and the kids need to go to sleep. Amy has school tomorrow." Hope asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Give me your clues."
The words sent Hope into shock. How did she know? Amy's nightgown, the aging mother realized, despair washing over her.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Arthur said smoothly, crossing his arms, "Perhaps you're thinking of someone else?"
Isabel's eyes narrowed, "Oh I'm sure. Now give. Me. Your. Clues."
"We told you already, we don't have any." Hope replied, standing next to her husband.
"Fine. I guess we're doing this the hard way." Isabel smirked, walking out of the house.
The Lucian took out a match, lighting it. "Goodbye Hope, Arthur." She chuckled, and with a flick of her wrist, match flew through the open door, and onto the carpet that stood at the entrance.
And then the whole house erupted into flames.
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"Get the kids!" Hope shrieked, rushing to Dan's room. She found the two year old coughing, sitting in his bed as the flames went closer and closer. The woman grabbed her son, running out to the cool night air as smoke billowed out from the house.
"I have Amy!" Arthur shouted, following in after his wife. The two placed the children on the ground, coughing.
"We have to get the clues." Arthur coughed out, starting to jog back in.
"I love you both, we'll be back soon." Hope kissed both her children, handing her two year old son a picture of herself and Arthur. "Hold on to this for me, alright?"
The young toddler nodded, looking at the picture in curiosity.
"Amy, I might not make it out." Hope murmured, kissing the girl's forehead, "If I don't, I want you to grow up, be kind, raise a family, and most importantly, be someone that you would be proud to know. Alright?"
The girl nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "Okay, Mommy. I love you. Please come back!"
"I will sweetie, I will." Hope whispered, kissing her daughter's forehead again. "I love you too. Take care of your brother, Dan, for me."
"Okay Mommy." Tears poured down Amy's cheeks, her big jade eyes were sad. She watched as her mother ran into the burning house, covering her mouth and nose.
"We'll see Mommy again Amy." Dan gurgled, touching the picture he had received, "She said she'll come back."
Amy could barely make out the words her baby brother uttered, but she understood. "She's coming back. She promised." Amy whispered to herself, hugging her knees.
But Amy didn't see either of her parents after that.
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A/N: It's so so so so so so terrible, I know. But if you guessed, I'll be making a multi-chapter story. Each chapter is inspired by a quote. Anyways, review if you liked it! Or if you wanna give me some constructive criticism, which is awesome. See ya!
