Chapter 2- Lizzie's Pissed and It Is Hope's Fault.
The next morning Lizzie woke up startled around 6:30am, when Josie came crashing through the bedroom door. She seemed to be in a rush. Lizzie sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes as the events of the night before played through her head. She wasn't sure if she had actually experienced it or if it was just an extremely vivid dream. Either way, she was extremely confused. She never really liked Hope, so why would she have sex with her, either physically or in a dream. She shook her head, effectively trying to push the thoughts out of her mind and turned her attention back to Josie.
"Hey, Josie. What's up?" Lizzie asked.
"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, I thought you would have been up by now." Josie muttered as she fumbled around in her dresser looking for some clean clothes.
"I didn't get much sleep last night. Is everything okay?" Lizzie smiled.
"Yeah, everything is fine. I just need a shower." Josie shrugged as she pulled her clothes into her arms and picked up her shower caddy. "I'll see you later." She smiled as she headed out the door.
Lizzie groaned as her head fell back to the pillow. She rolled over and picked up her phone from the nightstand and checked it. The time read 06:37. She groaned again before she forced herself back up and got out of bed, only to fall flat on the floor a few seconds later. She looked down at her thighs and saw a few bite marks and some light bruising. Okay, yup. That wasn't a dream. I definitely had sex with Hope last night. Lizzie frowned.
Lizzie shuffled the short distance back to her bed and used it as leverage to help her stand up. She took slow and deliberate steps over to her dresser and pulled out some fresh clothes. "Fucking Hope Mikaelson." She groaned when she realised she wouldn't be able to wear her usual length shorts or a skirt today, or any day for the next week… She resorted to having to wear a pair of knee length shorts, luckily with her figure, she could pull it off.
She got dressed relatively slowly, trying hard not to make any sudden movements as she checked the rest of her body for bite marks, bruising and hickeys. She had a few more on her breasts, but nothing that she couldn't hide. She had never felt this sore before. Was sex meant to leave you feeling so… rough? Josie would know, wouldn't she? She groaned again. Just as she finished buttoning up her shirt, Josie walked through the door, freshly dressed from her shower. Well I guess now is a better time than any.
"Hey Josie. I have a question to ask you. And I don't want you to freak out and take it the wrong way, okay?" Lizzie's voice was steady.
"Okay… you have me intrigued. What is it?" Josie laughed slightly as she dumped her dirty clothes into her hamper and settled onto her bed across from Lizzie.
"Does it hurt when you have sex? I mean like after? Not during…" Lizzie asked, her face slightly turned to the floor, her hands resting in her lap.
"Oh… Erm… It depends, I guess?" Josie tilted her head towards Lizzie, like she was trying to read her mind.
"What do you mean it depends?" Lizzie frowned.
"Like it depends on how rough the person was during it… And what they did to you. Pen hasn't really been rough with me, so I can't give you a decent answer… Why? What's got you so curious all of a sudden?" Josie replied.
"Oh it's nothing… Just had a sex dream." Lizzie shrugged as she forced herself up and headed out of the bedroom, trying her best not to wince every time she took a step, leaving a slightly shocked Josie on the bed. Lizzie breathed through the discomfort as she made her way down to the nurses' office and took some pain relief out of the cupboard. The nurse always kept a supply of Paracetamol and Ibuprofen on hand for anyone to use without having to ask any questions.
Lizzie walked over to the water cooler and poured herself a small amount of water into a plastic cup. She took 2 paracetamol and 1 ibuprofen out of the bottles, put them in her mouth and swallowed them down with the water. She put the pill bottles back on the shelf and headed to the dining room for breakfast.
Lizzie managed to make it through breakfast without any real incident. She caught Josie staring at her from time to time but neither girl said anything about it. She knew that she wouldn't be able to avoid Josie for long and that she would eventually crack and tell her everything, but she knew she just couldn't deal with it today. Every so often Lizzie would trail her eyes across the room to see if she could find Hope, but she never did. She groaned as she made her way to her first class of the day.
Lizzie's lessons went by without a hitch. She hadn't seen Hope all day, the auburn-haired girl hadn't been to class, and she hadn't shown up at lunch or dinner either. Lizzie tried her best to make it not look obvious. But Josie knew something was wrong. Lizzie only usually got distracted when she was fixated on a new crush. Usually Lizzie wouldn't stop talking about them, so for Lizzie to be so distracted and not talking about it had her worried.
Josie tried her hardest to get it out of Lizzie but every time she brought it up, Lizzie shot her down. The brunette twin tried to ask her sister about the supposed sex dream, but Lizzie just made a joke of it. After a few hours of trying different techniques, she gave up and went to see Penelope. Finally leaving Lizzie to process in peace.
Hope had woken up early that morning. She went about her training session with Alaric as she usually did every morning. Hope was feeling less aggressive today, which Alaric picked up on, normally after they had a pretty shitty mission Hope would be more aggressive, she would be hitting him left, right and centre. Finally Alaric called her out on it, but she just brushed it off and said that she wasn't really feeling very well today, and she asked him if she could skip out on her classes today. He begrudgingly agreed but said that the teachers will still expect her to do her classwork, even if she wasn't in the class. Hope groaned but agreed.
Once their early morning training was complete, Hope rushed back to the school and quickly grabbed some breakfast before the rest of the students made their way down. She ate her breakfast in the privacy of her own room.
As soon as the first bell rang, signalling the start of first period, Hope's classwork appeared on her desk. She groaned as she sat down and got started. Her work would disappear just before the second bell rang. This happened for every lesson she had today. Luckily, she had her 3rd period free today, so she took that opportunity to grab herself some lunch, which she ate in her room.
When Hope got back to her bedroom, she opened her laptop and switched on Netflix, she was in the mood to binge-watch something. She picked up her laptop, moved it over to her bed and settled in next to it, resting her plate of food on her lap as she started watching her chosen show. Hope managed to watch 2 ½ episodes before her next set of classwork appeared. She was too lazy to stand up and get it, so she cast a retrieval spell and the papers flew into her hands. She carried on binge-watching her show as she did her work.
The evening soon came around and Hope was once again sat alone in her room. For some reason her mind kept wandering to the events of the previous night. The images of her biting Lizzie's thighs and digging her nails in, made her heart beat faster than normal. She's actually surprised that Lizzie hasn't tried reaching out to her yet. Hope had planned out what she had wanted to say, but Lizzie never turned up, and Hope wasn't going to go out and look for her either.
It was now Wednesday afternoon and Hope had finally decided to go back to class. It wasn't like she was failing any of her classes, on the contrary, she was ace-ing them, so she could slack off a bit if she wanted to and no one questioned her. Hope hasn't seen or heard from Lizzie, or Josie for that matter, since Sunday night, the night they had sex… Well the night Hope had sex with Lizzie. Which surprised Hope more than anything, she thought she knew Lizzie, but as it turns out, she doesn't. She would have pretty much guaranteed Josie would have come storming to her room to rip her a new one about having sex with her sister and then leaving her, but Josie never came either.
Hope was walking close to the wall on her way to her next class when an arm was thrusted just in front of her face, effectively stopping her in her tracks. Anger started to rise inside her when she looked up and saw Lizzie standing there. "What do you want Saltzman?" Hope asked.
"I want to know why you did what you did." Lizzie questioned.
"You're going to have to elaborate… I've done a lot of things lately." Hope shrugged.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about… You fucked…" Lizzie's eyes quickly scanned the area before she lowered the volume of her voice and dipped her head to Hope's ear. "You fucked me, then left me out there! Why?"
Hope glared into Lizzie's eyes. "I have no idea what you are talking about." Hope stepped backwards, walked around Lizzie and headed to class; she had gotten halfway down the hall before she heard Lizzie calling after her. "HOPE MIKAELSON! YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS!"
Hope couldn't help but grin. A part of her was extremely proud that Lizzie had the nerve to confront her like that in the middle of the hallway. But the other part of her was pissed that she did it. She was going to have to teach the blonde a lesson.
When Hope reached her next class, she started scheming on what she was going to do. She knew that she needed to get Lizzie alone, but she wasn't sure how, until she remembered something that her aunt had told her. She had mentioned something called a Whisper. Apparently, it was a way for witches to communicate privately back when they didn't have phones or the internet. The only way she could describe to Hope in a way she could understand was to say it was like a Howler from the Harry Potter films, except it didn't shout at you for everyone to hear, but it whispered to you, the words could only be heard by you. She smiled and thought it would be a perfect idea.
Once her lessons were done for the day, Hope quickly headed to the kitchen and grabbed a small snack before she headed to her room. Just as she entered her bedroom, she saw Josie and Lizzie leaving their own room. It seemed like Josie was questioning Lizzie about something and it was just causing Lizzie to get pissed off.
Hope smiled as she kicked her bedroom door closed. She dropped her snack on the table and set about her task.
"HOPE MIKAELSON! YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS!" Lizzie spat as she spun around to try and catch Hope's retreating figure. God, why does she have an amazing ass? Lizzie's mouth dropped open at the thought and she quickly shook her head and tried to push the words away.
"What is Hope going to regret?" Josie asked, seemingly she appeared out of nowhere.
"Geez Josie… Creep much?" Lizzie huffed.
"No, and don't change the subject… What is Hope going to regret?" Josie reiterated.
"Oh… Erm… It's nothing. She was meant to do something for me, but she hasn't done it yet." Lizzie shrugged as she walked away.
"What is she meant to do for you?"
"Huh? What? Oh erm. It's nothing Josie. Just drop it okay." Lizzie replied, she hadn't really paid attention to Josie as she made her way to class. Josie tried to ask Lizzie again, but her twin just ignored her, which made her even more confused. The rest of Lizzie's classes were uneventful.
After classes and ended, Lizzie made her way up to her bedroom and get changed ready for dinner. Josie hasn't stopped asking her questions about Hope and she was getting close to shouting at her, but she didn't want to upset her, so she just said as little as possible. The twins made their way down to the dining hall, picked up their meals and sat down at their usual table. MG and Penelope soon joined them.
"Hey Lizzie. What's new?" MG asked.
"Huh, what? Oh. Hey MG." Lizzie smiled.
"See what I mean? She's been like this for the past three days. I don't know what's going on." Josie stated to MG. Lizzie zoned out as she ate her dinner and scowled at the door, waiting for Hope to show up.
"Have you tried talking to her?" MG asked.
"Of course I have. She either ignores me or just says as little as possible. I don't think I've ever seen her like this." Josie frowned.
"What happened this afternoon… between her and Hope? I heard her shouting." Penelope asked.
"I don't know. She said that she had asked Hope to do something for her, but she hasn't done it yet. I have no idea what it could be." Josie replied.
Suddenly a Whisper appeared in front of Lizzie's face. "What do you think you're playing at? Come to my room. NOW." Lizzie quickly plucked the letter from the air and shoved it into her pocket as she stood and left the dining hall, when she reached the corridor she quickly chanted "invisique." As she caught the tail end of Josie's conversation with MG and Penelope.
"Okay, that was weird right?" Josie frowned.
"Yup. I don't remember the last time I've seen someone use a Whisper." Penelope stated.
"I didn't even know they were a thing." MG replied.
"Yeah, but it's ancient. Most people just use mobile phones these days." Josie replied.
"Should we follow her?" Penelope asked.
"MG…" Josie went to ask MG, but he had already vamp sped away from the table. A few seconds later MG arrived back at the table.
"I lost her. She was in the corridor one minute, then she just disappeared." MG frowned. Josie deflated into the chair and crossed her arms.
When Lizzie arrived at Hope's door, she opened it and stepped inside, closing it behind her and leaned back against it as she dropped her invisibility spell. Hope's right hand was immediately at her throat. "Fuck… Hope… It's me…" Lizzie struggled between breaths.
"I can see that Lizzie." Hope grinned as she released the tension ever so slightly.
"Are… you… going… to… remove… your… hand?" Lizzie tapped on the shorter girl's wrist.
"I might do… But first…" Hope grinned as she pushed Lizzie down, so that the blonde was halfway kneeling and she crashed her lips into Lizzie's. Lizzie moaned as the lips met hers. For a split second she forgot where she was, but she quickly regained her senses and syphoned some magic from Hope's wrist and sent the shorter girl flying across the room. Lizzie stood up grinning.
"I'm impressed." Hope laughed as she forced herself to sit up. "Help me up?"
Lizzie walked over to Hope and started to hold her hand out, but she quickly pulled it away before Hope could grab it. "Actually no. Not until you tell me why?"
"You just threw me across the room. It's common courtesy isn't it?" Hope grinned.
"You know that's not what I meant, and you know it." Lizzie scowled; arms folded across her chest.
"I don't have an explanation for you, Lizzie." Hope replied as she stood up.
"Bullshit Hope. You don't do anything without a reason."
"You're right. I don't do anything without a reason. I couldn't help it. I just wanted to have sex… and you happened to be there." Hope shrugged.
"I don't care about the sex Hope. I care about the fact that you left me there! NAKED!" Lizzie spat.
"Oh yeah… That…" Hope laughed. "I'm an arsehole? What more can I say? Usually when I have sex it happens in a bed. So I just left. It's what I do."
"How many people have you slept with?!"
"Not many… Only like 6? No one at this school though, You're the first. I usually just go to a bar and end up in a shitty motel." Hope shrugged as she sat herself down on her bed. "But you just happened to be there that night."
"So you're saying it's my fault?!" Lizzie seethed.
"Well, yeah. It kinda is. If you weren't there, then I would have just gone to a bar." Hope studied the blonde's features, she thought she saw her crack slightly.
"You're unbelievable Hope." Lizzie shook her head.
"I'm actually surprised it took you this long to come and find out why." Hope laughed.
"Well I had trouble walking properly for two days. So I didn't really feel like trekking around the school looking for you." Lizzie frowned as she sat down next to Hope.
"Ah. Sorry about that. I like it rough especially when I've had a hard day. I forget my own strength sometimes. Even though I wasn't as rough as I normally am."
"Oh wow. That's reassuring." Lizzie's sarcastic tone echoed through the room. There was a beat of silence before either girl spoke again. "How long does it take for bite marks to heal?"
Hope couldn't help but laugh. Lizzie whipped her head around to scowl at Hope. "Why is that funny?"
"I'm sorry… Sorry… Oh God… I forgot about the bite marks." Hope wiped the tears from her eyes. "How many do you have?"
"I don't know. I didn't stand there and count them! Josie could have walked in at any minute. Do you know how annoying it is not being about to wear a skirt or a crop top?"
"Do you want me to count them for you?" Hope laughed. "And why haven't you told her?"
"Fuck off. No I don't want you to count them. And I don't know. It just felt wrong too. She doesn't need to know." Lizzie shrugged.
"Fair enough. Well it was a one-time thing anyway so you can tell her if you want to." Hope replied.
"Oh." Lizzie sounded defeated by that comment. There was a moment of silence before Lizzie spoke again. "Well… does it have to be?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, mentally kicking herself for suggesting it in the first place. She doesn't even like Hope so why would she want to have sex with her again?
"Does it have to be what?" Hope grinned.
"You're an arse. I take it back, forget that I offered." Lizzie stood up and started walking over to the door. She jumped slightly when she felt Hope's small hand wrap around her wrist.
"No. It doesn't have to be a one-time thing." Hope replied.
