Warning: Spanking of a Minor.


Chapter 22

Flashback:

New Orleans, 1914

Marcel stood in the mirror admiring himself looking dashing in his tux. The Mikaelsons were going to the Opera and he was hoping to sneak away to be with Rebekah.

He saw Klaus through the mirror standing in the doorway and his smile vanished.

"Looking dapper." Klaus complimented but Marcel's face remained stoic.

"What do you want, Klaus?"

Klaus strolled into the room and sat on the bed. "Klaus." He repeated the same as Marcel. "You are as charming and elegant as any Mikaelson, Marcellus, so tell me why my name moves so abrasively in your mouth, my son."

Marcel ignored the question and continued to fix his tie in the mirror.

"Are you upset about something?" Klaus asked.

"Why would I be upset? I'm Klaus Mikaelson's son. The most protected man in all the Quarter. I can't even get into petty familial squabbles without my father running to my side."

"Is this about your fight with Kol?" Klaus jumped to his feet. "Did he hurt you? Tell me what he did and I'll-"

Marcel spun around to his father and barked, "No, Klaus, you're the problem! I'm almost a hundred years old and you still run behind my every move like my overprotective father but I'm a man now. I'm a vampire. I can take care of myself. I haven't needed a protector for years now, Klaus."

Klaus stood dumbfounded. "I was just…" he stammered, surprised by Marcel's response. "Kol is much stronger than you. You can't expect me to just stand by when you're in danger."

"I can handle Kol. I can handle anyone but you won't give me a chance. Everyone just thinks of me as Klaus's son. I can't tell if I earn the respect I get or if people are just afraid of pissing you off."

Klaus sighed. "I guess you have a point. You aren't my…little boy anymore. I should stop treating you like it."

Marcel was shocked and delighted at how easy Klaus was to convince.

"Of course," Klaus started. "That doesn't mean you can't still be part of the family. You're still a Mikaelson even if you continue to refuse to take my name. Always and forever."

Marcel smirked. He went by Marcel Gerard because he hoped, even though most of the Supernatural populace of New Orleans knew him as the son of Klaus Mikaelson, having a different surname will distinguish his deeds away from that of the Mikaelsons earning him the respect of being his own man. Klaus, however, never stopped treating him like a Mikaelson and Marcel was sure Klaus never would.

His smile faded remembering what he planned with Kol. He ran out of his room to Kol's but the man was gone when he got there. Sensing Marcel's distress Klaus followed him.

"What's wrong?" Klaus asked.

Marcel turned to Klaus and muttered fretfully, "Klaus, I'm sorry. I did something…terrible."

Truly concerned, Klaus cradled Marcel's face and replied, "Tell me what happened."

-M-

Kol came out of the Dowager Fauline Cottage with a proud smirk. Right now the two witches he was working with to create a dagger that could take down Klaus were working inside to create a dagger that could take down Klaus. He stepped out to retrieve the ancient Grimoire they needed but before he was even past the gate, he was met by Klaus dressed up for the Opera. He had a wide smile but tense eyes. Kol wasn't foolish enough to believe his brother's sudden appearance was friendly.

"I heard a nasty rumor that you were plotting to create a dagger that could take me down," Klaus said.

Kol smirked and retorted connivingly, "Such slanderous hearsay, brother. Certainly, you don't believe it."

"I wouldn't have it not come from Marcel."

Kol's eyes furrowed and he immediately became defensive. Marcel had betrayed him.

"C'mon, brother, let's be sensible. Who are you going to believe? The brother you've been with for nine centuries or-or...the man who's been after my position in the family since you turned him into a vampire!"

Klaus revealed the silver dagger hiding in his sleeve and held it to Kol's chest. "I believe him." Klaus quickly drove the dagger into his brother's chest and caught his limp body before it fell to the ground.

End Flashback

"About time you got here." Klaus barked at Elijah as soon as the older brother walked into the courtyard. "The enemy has begun their invasion."

"Are you sure?" Elijah asked.

Klaus nodded for the wolves standing around the courtyard to leave.

"Three of our wolves guarding the north quadrant of the Quarter were found without hearts," Klaus answered. "We need Kol if we plan to defend this home from an invasion."

"Then we need Freya."

-M-

Freya was struggling to find Kol with a locator spell but she couldn't find him anywhere in New Orleans. She got a bigger map stretching the span of the world but still her search turned up empty. It was then that she realized Kol must've had a witch hiding him from her locator spells.

Elijah and Klaus burst into the room ready to tell Freya about Kol's disappearance and ask her to perform a locator spell for them when they noticed the spell she had already in progress.

"What's this?" Klaus asked knowing full well what it was.

Freya stammered for an excuse.

"Did you know Kol was missing?" Elijah growled. "And you didn't tell us."

"There's nothing you can do to get him back," she answered. "Short of getting rid of Marcel."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Klaus said irritatedly.

"Kol ran away because he didn't want the old Marcel back. He thinks…he thinks you all prefer Marcel to him and if given a choice between the two of them everyone would choose Marcel."

"You should've told us he was thinking of leaving," Elijah said in a controlled yet commanding voice. "We could've talked him out of it."

"There's nothing you could've said to convince him to stay. It obvious how you all feel about them."

"And what is that supposed to mean."

Ready to express her distaste of Marcel's return, Freya spat, "Kol told me stories about you all's lives over the years. About how you would constantly dagger him for years over the smallest infraction but Marcel can lie to you, betray you, attempt to wipe out our entire family and you welcome him back every time like an old friend."

"He is my son!" Klaus barked. "That little boy you spent a week with is how I saw him for a century! It's how I still see him and I will protect him til my dying breath!"

"And that moment will come sooner than you think if you continue to trust him."

"Would you be advising me to turn my back on him if he were Hope?"

"That's the difference between him and Hope, Klaus. She cares about her family. She would never try to kill us."

Klaus huffed in indignation and started walking towards the door. "I refuse to listen to any more of this."

With Klaus gone, Elijah turned his attention back to the matter at hand. "The rogue wolves are making their move. We have dead wolves littering the streets and they could be headed here. I suggest you finish that locator spell so I can find Kol and bring him home before we have to fight this war without him."

Freya grew nervous at the idea of impending war. "I'd love nothing more than to bring Kol home but my locator spell isn't working. He's been cloaked."

Elijah grew increasingly frustrated. "So you kept Kol's disappearance from us for 24 hours and now he's being cloaked from your magic so he could literally be anywhere when we need him here!." Elijah moved slowly closer to her. "Our enemies are coming for this family at this very moment and we must focus on protecting ourselves from them while our little brother remains lost or captured. We have enough to deal with already! We do not need our own family turning against us. The lies end today!"

"I didn't lie to you."

"I consider withholding the truth the same as lying."

"Then I had to lie. You two obviously care more about Marcel than Kol. If I told you he was making you choose between them, you would've chosen Marcel."

"We wouldn't have made the choice. We are a family and we stick together always and forever. He could be in danger right now but we wouldn't know because we can't even find him!"

Freya stared down at the empty map in front of her. She was afraid of the same thing.

"We have to find him." She muttered. "He's alone. I know what it's like to be alone, without the people who love you. No one should feel that way. Especially not our little brother."

"We will find him," Elijah said confidently. "And when we do I will remind him of the resilience of family bonds."

"Elijah," Freya said softly. She had done everything she knew how to get through to Kol that his family did care about him but her best efforts failed. Elijah's method had worked to keep their family together for a thousand years. Realizing that his way was the best way to get Kol's attention, she said, "Make sure it's thorough. That's not a lesson he ever needs to forget again."

-M-

"I should go after him," Josh said minutes after Kol stormed out of the apartment. "He's going through some stuff right now. He could use a friend."

"You're still his friend?" Marcel barked. "I don't see why you would befriend a Mikaelson anyway."

"I'm sorry about what he did to you, I know it must've been hard for you, and I don't plan on forgiving him about it any sooner than you but he's run away from his family. He has no one. I can't just abandon him right now."

Marcel had never been so angry about Josh being a good friend.

"Fine," Marcel said marching for the door. "Find him if you want but I'm not going to be around when he comes back." He was out of the door before Josh could stop him.

As Marcel got into his car his phone rang.

"What, Klaus?" He answered aggressively.

Klaus was quiet for a moment on the other end and then he answered back just as aggressive, "I have enough to deal with without your attitude so unless you're upset about something other than me checking in on you, lose it."

Marcel sighed. He didn't want to have the conversation about Kol with Klaus so he replied calmer, "Did you call to scold me?"

"I called because I want you to come back home."

Marcel started his car. He wanted to drive around the city a while to calm himself down before being cooped up in the Compound with the wolves again. "I'll be home before dinner. I'm going to drive around for a bit."

"No," Klaus growled remembering how much easier Marcel was to deal with as a child. "Come home now. The rogue wolves are in the city and they're killing wolves. They've already come after you once, don't give them a second chance."

"I'm not a little boy anymore, Klaus. I can handle a few wolves."

"Why must everything be an argument with you? Come home. We are already looking for Kol, I don't want to have to worry about the whereabouts of any more of my family."

Marcel put the phone on mute and cussed Klaus until the man on the other end said, "Did you hear me?"

"Fine," Marcel answered taking the phone off mute. "I'm on my way."

Marcel hung up from Klaus and sped down the street. As he parked in front of the Compound he spotted a movement on the roof out of the corner of his eye. He got out to see Hope sneaking out of one of the windows and jumping across to the roof of the building next door.

Shocked, he sped on to the building to see what she was up to.

Hope was surprised to see Marcel on the roof with her but she thought if she ignored him he would do the same.

"What are you doing?" Marcel asked as Hope tried to walk quietly past him.

"I'm going to see Sebastian if you must know." Hope spat.

"Whoa, whoa," Marcel grabbed her arm and stopped her from walking away. "Didn't Klaus tell you there are wolves out? You can't go anywhere."

Hope cringed as Marcel said Klaus's name. To her, that reaffirmed the notion that Marcel no longer viewed himself as Klaus's son and thus he wasn't her brother.

"I'm not afraid of any wolves," she said snatching her arm from his hold. "I beat a group of wolves once, I can do it again."

"Hope, you know I can't let you go out there alone."

"Well I am," Hope said standing on the edge of the building. "And you can't stop me. Unless you're going to tell my dad."

Marcel smirked at being accused of being a tattletale. "I don't tattle…although, I can't lie to Klaus."

"You don't have to lie. Just don't tell him the truth."

"I don't think he sees a difference in the two." Marcel walked slowly over to the edge of the building. "However, if I go with you he won't have a chance to ask me about it and I can make sure you stay alive."

"You'll come with me?" Hope asked surprised. "But…I thought you didn't like hanging out with me anymore."

"Really? After the week we had, I thought we were best friends."

"Yeah but…before when you were an adult you never wanted to be around me. You…acted like you hated me."

Marcel stared back at the Compound. "That wasn't me." He said. "When I came back Klaus gave me these rules to follow and if I broke any of them I was risking being banished again. One of them was that I couldn't interact with you."

"But why? Why would dad force me away from the only brother I got?"

"It wasn't you, it was me. He was afraid I would…turn you against him."

"W-why would he think that?"

Marcel sighed. He decided to be honest with her because he cared about her too much to lie. "Because I've done it before with Rebekah. I wanted to be with her but Klaus wouldn't allow it so I convinced her to join me in bringing down Klaus."

"Wait, you were in love with my Aunt Rebekah? But she was your…that's so gross."

"Life is complicated, okay." Marcel defended. "But I loved Rebekah, I still do. We made a mistake all those years ago but I promise I have no intention of ever trying to turn you against Klaus or any other Mikaelson. That includes your mother."

Hope stared at Marcel's face for a moment and she saw the boy she'd learned to trust with her life over the past week.

"Okay," she nodded. "I trust you."

She timidly took his hand hoping that he wouldn't pull away and when he didn't she smiled.

The two jumped from building to building through the Quarter until they were on the roof of the Dupeaux resident. They climbed down the fire escape in front of Sebastian's window and knocked lightly on it.

Sebastian's dad had just left his room and he was lying in bed still crying when he heard the slight tapping on his window. He opened the curtain to see Hope's smiling face and his tears subsided.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered as he opened the window.

"I came to see my best friend, dummy." Hope slid into the room and walked over to Sebastian's bed. "So…your dad was pretty mad about the plants and stuff, huh?"

"Hell yeah, he was. Look at what it did to my ass."

"Wait," Marcel said just as Sebastian was about to bare his butt to the room. "I'm an adult man now. I don't need to be in a teenage boy's room with his pants down."

Sebastian turned to Marcel standing beside the window as if he'd only just noticed him.

"What are you doing here? I thought adult Marcel didn't like Hope?"

"I've always liked Hope," Marcel corrected. "Things are just complicated."

"That's always what adults say when they just don't want to tell us the truth."

"Well, truthfully adult Marcel is starting to not like you."

Sebastian smiled. "I'm only kidding. You had a better sense of humor as a kid."

"Yeah, and you were funnier when I was a kid too."

Suddenly Hope's phone began to ring.

"Turn it off before my dad hears it," Sebastian whispered frantically.

Hope quickly muted the call. "It's my mom." She muttered.

"Are you going to answer it?" Marcel asked.

"Of course not. She obviously knows I'm not at home and if I answer it I'll have to tell her where I am and we'll all get in trouble."

As soon as Hope's phone stopped ringing, Marcel's phone started.

"It's Klaus," he announced.

"Don't answer it," Hope begged.

"I have to. I don't get the luxury of not answering calls like you do." Taking a deep breath Marcel answered his phone. "Hello,"

"Where are you?"

"I'm…on my way to the Compound." Marcel lied hoping that since the lie was small he could get away with it.

"You said that over half an hour ago. The drive from Josh's isn't this long."

"What can I say, traffic is a beast today."

"How long are you going to continue this charade? Your car is parked right outside the Compound. I saw it on my way out to look for Hope who has gone missing, by the way. Freya is currently running a locator spell on her, Elijah is out searching for our still missing little brother, Haylee is rousting about her best wolves to go defend our city from the wolves still lurking in our city killing our men by the hour, so the last thing I want to hear from you is another bloody lie."

The cold tone of Klaus's voice urged Marcel to take the conversation out to the fire escape so Hope and Sebastian wouldn't happen to overhear anything.

"Klaus, I'm on my way, okay?"

"Rebekah and I are scouring the city for Hope but Freya is still at the Compound. I will call her in five minutes to confirm your whereabouts. Be in this Compound in the next five minutes or in six minutes I will come find you and you will find yourself over my knee where you are."

"You wouldn't dare," Marcel muttered, eyes wide with fright.

"I wouldn't try me if I were you. And if you spot Hope on your way to the Compound, call me."

Marcel hung up from Klaus and came back through Sebastian's window with a new hastened attitude.

"Hope, we have to go." He said urgently.

"Why? We just got here."

"Klaus wants us back at the Compound now."

"He already knows we're gone so we might as well have fun while we're out."

Before Marcel could think could convince her to come back with him he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He didn't have time to warn Hope about the person coming before they grabbed the doorknob. As Russell Dupeaux opened the door, Marcel sped up the fire escape. Sebastian's dad was on the phone with Klaus. He'd come to ask Sebastian if he'd heard from Hope but he was furious at what he found.

-M-

Marcel managed to make it home before Klaus on his way back from picking up Hope so he was in the clear however he was feeling guilty about leaving Hope to deal with their angry father alone.

"Klaus," Marcel greeted as Klaus came into the Compound dragging Hope behind him. "You're back."

Klaus glared knowingly at Marcel and Marcel turned to Hope fearful that she might have told Klaus that he was with her at Sebastian's.

"Hope, go to your room," Klaus ordered. "I'll be there in a minute and I expect you to be there when I get there this time."

Hope stamp irritatedly away.

"I find it strange," Klaus started once they were alone. He slowly circled Marcel. "That while you claimed to be on your way back from Josh's your car remained parked out front. Would you care to explain?"

Marcel kicked himself for forgetting about his car.

"I, um, took a cab." Marcel continued to lie.

Klaus stopped in front of him, glaring as if he already knew the truth.

"Were you under the assumption that the first five rules of your manual no longer applied?"

Marcel knew Klaus knew he was lying then. Hoping to not get into any more trouble, he said, "Alright, I came back early but I didn't want to be home so soon so I went for a walk around the block."

"And I suppose that's when you met up with Hope on her way to Sebastian's?"

Marcel was shocked silent.

"Hope was more than forthcoming with the truth once she realized you abandoned her." Klaus declared.

"I didn't have a choice. I didn't want you finding out I was with her. I knew you'd be pissed."

"I am furious. Because you disobeyed me, because you lied to me, because you thought you could get away with it all without me ever finding out."

"Because your rules are ridiculous, Klaus." Marcel bit. "You are my father, my friend, my brother. I'm not going to betray you."

"I thought the same thing a century ago but you proved me wrong then."

"And I learned from my mistakes. I regret calling Mikael to you all those years ago. I should've just been with Rebekah whether you liked it or not."

"Excuse me."

Marcel stood proud and announced, "I love Rebekah and I'm going to continue to be with her whenever I can, wherever I can. And Hope is my little sister. I am supposed to protect her and be there when she needs me and I can't do that if you forbid me from being near her so I say to hell to that rule. I'm not going to follow it so you might as well forget it."

Klaus wanted to be angry but he couldn't be angry about his son being the man he raised him to be.

"Go to your room." He ordered trying to keep his angry façade. "We will discuss any amendments to your rules after I deal with Hope."

"Are you going to…" As fearless as Marcel was he couldn't muster up the courage to ask the question he was really worried about. "What are you going to do?"

"To Hope or to you?"

"…both."

"I think you know."

"Klaus, c'mon. I'm-"

Klaus put a hand on the back of Marcel's head and pulled him closer to him.

"You don't get to lie to me and put your life in danger and expect not to be punished for it," Klaus growled.

Marcel blushed. "I'm just asking for a different punishment."

"You are a Mikaelson. You will be punished like a Mikaelson." Klaus started walking towards the staircase and said back to Marcel, "I'll make it quick. I still have a brother to find and wolves to kill after all."

-M-

Hope paced her room trying to think of a way to get out of the trouble she was in. She knew she had to lose her attitude and at least pretend to be apologetic if she was going to get on Klaus's good side.

When Klaus came into the room he could hardly look his daughter in the eyes.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Klaus asked standing beside Hope's bed. He wanted nothing more than to get things over with.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I was just…so stressed out about Marcel changing I-I didn't want to be in the same house as him."

"And yet you went to the Dupeaux's with Marcel after I ordered you both to stay here."

Hope smiled nervously. "He turned out to not be so bad."

"I'm happy to know that you two are getting along," Klaus said sitting down. He took Hope's hands into his and continued, "But you cannot disobey me, Hope. I am very lenient with you already but when I give an order I expect it to be followed."

"But daddy-"

"No 'buts', Hope. My top priority as a father is your safety but I can't keep you safe if you intentionally defy the measures I take to protect you."

Hope huffed and pouted at her father's relentlessness.

"Okay," Klaus said releasing her hands and patting his knee. "Let's put an end to his, shall we."

"No, daddy, please,"

Klaus knew he wouldn't be able to be resolute on his decision to punish her if she started begging him with her big pleading eyes so he pulled her over his lap before her crocodile tears could affect him.

He bared her bottom in a matter of seconds and started swatting her behind with just enough strength to bring her to tears.

"Your disobedience ends now." Klaus barked. "You do not get to pick and choose which rules you want to follow in this house. I am your father and when I tell you to do something you do it, I don't care who you're crossed with."

"Okay, okay, okay," Hope screamed begging for the spanking to end.

Ready to put an end to his daughter's misery, Klaus landed three solid smacks to her lower bottom and stood her back to her feet.

Unable to stand seeing his little girl crying, Klaus sat her on his lap and held her until her tears quieted.

"Stay in here until dinner," Klaus ordered.

"But daddy," she whined.

Klaus cut his eyes at her and the little girl stopped talking immediately knowing her father was not in the mood for an argument.

Klaus left Hope's room and walked the short distance down to Marcel's bedroom only to find the man not there.

Marcel stood at the balcony overlooking the courtyard at the group of wolves standing before Haylee. He listened as Haylee gave her war speech to the wolf pack and they cheered at her every remarked. She'd even managed to inspire Marcel from the sidelines.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Klaus's voice dropped like a hammer to Marcel's ear.

He turned tensely to face his father. Motioning to the wolves below, he stammered, "I was just...listening in."

"That's not what you were told to do."

Marcel gulped nervously. "I should be out fighting the wolves. Not...doing this."

"You wouldn't be out fighting the wolves even if we weren't doing this." Klaus asserted.

"What's that's supposed to mean?"

"Had they been vampires, maybe I'd let you join in the fray but there's no way I'm going to let you risk your life fighting those venomous mongrels."

"But Klaus,"

Klaus held up a hand to silence Marcel, not wanting to argue past the sounds of incessant wolf cheering.

"Let's take this conversation to your room," He demanded.

Marcel walked steadily behind him as Klaus lead the way back down to his bedroom.

"I should be fighting those wolves alongside you and Hayley and everyone down there," Marcel said as soon they entered the room.

"It was mere hours ago that your body and soul were ripped from another dimension into the present one. The last thing you need to do is fight in a war."

"I'm fine." Marcel smacked his chest to demonstrate his indestructibility. "I demand to fight for my city."

Klaus's jaw tensed with anger. "Why must my children disagree with me trying to keep them safe."

"Because I don't need you to worry about my safety, Klaus. I'm a big boy. I've been in a lot of wars."

"You may not need me to worry," Klaus growled as he took a step closer to Marcel. "But as a father, it's what I do. I haven't stopped worrying since the day I took you in and I won't stop worrying until I'm long gone from this world. So as long as I'm alive you will not go into battle with werewolves or anyone else who could so easily kill you with a simple bite."

"You're going to be out there too, right? If I get bit, you could give me your blood right there on the battlefield and I can keep on fighting."

"I'm sure they would assume the same so they'll take you on as a group lacing you with enough venom to put you down before I can get to you."

"Klaus, I won't let that happen."

"Neither will I. You're staying here, end of discussion. Drop your trousers, pants too."

"No," Marcel stated defiantly. "We're not doing this until you agree to let me fight."

"This was not a matter up for debate. Your survival is more important to me than being liked. You are my son and if there's a chance for me to protect you from unnecessary danger, I will and the only choice you have in the matter is to do what I say or do what I say with a throbbing red behind."

Suddenly Klaus grabbed Marcel by the collar and swiftly threw him over his lap as he sat on the bed. Marcel struggled as Klaus worked to strip him of his pants and underwear but Klaus wrapped an arm around his waist and kept Marcel in place, his thousand-year-old strength too much for Marcel's young vampire body. Klaus began raining down heavy-handed smacks to Marcel's fiercely wriggling bottom. Each smack came with enough heat to ignite a fire across his behind. Klaus didn't start his lecturing until he heard the solemn, heart-wrenching sob quietly escape from Marcel's throat.

"You do not lie to me about anything," Klaus scolded. "And when I give you an order I expect you to follow it. Don't ever lie to me about where you are again because I'll assume the worse and if I assume the worse when I find you, you'll get the worse. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Klaus." Marcel piped. "Please stop. I've had enough."

Klaus brought his hand down even harsher. "You don't get to say when enough's enough. Are you going to lie to me again?"

"No." Marcel's vow was emphasized with another harsh spank.

"Are you going to disobey me again?"

After a long moment of silence, Klaus brought his hand back down across Marcel's bottom and repeated the question. Marcel was at an impasse. He had already made up his mind to sneak off and fight in the wolf battle when Klaus left the Compound thus disobeying Klaus. If he answered the question truthfully, the spanking would continue but he couldn't lie after only just promising not t lie again.

"I want to fight the wolves," Marcel struggled to say through the sobs that threatened to break with each passing smack.

Klaus swiftly brought his hand down three more times. "I said no."

"K-Klaus, please-"

Three more solid spanks. "No, Marcellus,"

"B-be re-reasonable."

"I am being reasonable." Klaus released his hold on Marcel's waist and grabbed him by the arm, lifting him off his lap so he could look Marcel in the eyes as he said, "There is no weapon that can defeat me so if I go out there and fight, even if I lose, you will see me again. If you lose to the wolves...you'll be gone forever."

"But...Hayley-"

"She's their Queen. They won't go into battle without her there to lead them. And she's a Hybrid which makes her about as strong as you are minus the vulnerability to wolf venom so she's more of an asset in this fight than you would be."

Klaus stood up, guiding Marcel to his feet as well. Marcel awkwardly eased his pants over his burning rear end. His lip trembled as he tried to fight the sobs shuddering through his body.

Klaus placed a soft hand against Marcel's face, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "Stay here," He ordered gently. "Protect Hope. she is your little sister after all."


Damn this one's long.