Hope was still waiting outside of Dr. Saltzman's office when Lizzie stomped out and slammed the door behind her. Like Hope, she was still wearing an oversized Salvatore School jacket - except Lizzie looked especially petulant in hers.

"He wants to see you now." Lizzie said sullenly.

Hope thought she would extend an olive branch. "How bad was it?" She said. "Should I just run now?"

The attempt at humor was not acknowledged, and the olive branch was slapped away, then stomped on, and then burned.

"Why would you run away? He loves you! I'm getting all the punishment here! He's upset that I almost hurt his precious Hope!"

Hope was stunned by the sudden vicious attack, so she said nothing as Lizzie went on.

"Just because your father died doesn't mean you get to steal mine! I'm supposed to be the siphoner!"

Then she stalked off down the hallway, fury evident in every aspect of her being.

Hope sat, still reeling from Lizzie's verbal assault.

The door opened again, and Alaric stuck his head out. "Hope." Was all he said, and the tone was not gentle.

Hope walked into the office, expecting and fearing the worst.

Alaric was pacing back and forth in front of his desk. Hope was just waiting for him talk.

Then he finally stopped and whirled on her. "Hope, I didn't teach you all that so you could use it to beat up my daughter!"

Hope said "But—"

Alaric cut her off. "I know Lizzie threw the first punch, but you're older than her! You should be able to prevent things from getting to that point."

His tone got quieter. "Hope, I thought you were growing past all these tendencies. If you're too immature to not roll around in the grass pulling hair, then I'll take another witch with me when I go on recruitment missions."

Hope was really alarmed now. "NO!" She barked.

"I mean, I'm sorry. I know it was wrong and it won't happen again!" She was pleading now. She relied on those missions to keep her sane. She needed to go out on the road and feel like she was actually accomplishing something.

Alaric shook his head. "But it's always something, Hope. And then you're always sorry. If it's not a fight then its a needless argument, or you doing something else you shouldn't be doing, and we have to clean up the mess later."

Hope looked down at her feet. She hated disappointing Alaric. It was the worst feeling. He and Caroline Forbes, the Headmistress, had practically raised her.

"I can do better." She said. Not very convincingly.

Alaric shook his head. "I want you to think about this. How you could have handled this differently. For now I'm taking you off the Kyle Carter situation."

"WHAT?" Hope's head snapped up as she shouted.

"I'm the only one he knows here! He doesn't even know anyone else!"

Alaric again shook his head. "Really? Is that why he's afraid of you?"

Hope was caught off-guard. "W-what?" She knew it didn't sound convincing coming out of her mouth.

"Hope, he's as tense as a tripwire around you. When I asked you to explain about us here, what did you tell him? What did you do?"

Hope looked down again and crossed her feet.

Alaric spoke again. "Hope?"

She couldn't meet his eyes. She spoke softly, just barely audible to Alaric. "I just showed him a wind funnel and then a little of my werewolf side…"

Alaric's eyes went wide. "You transformed into your wolf form in front of him?! You could have killed him!"

Hope still didn't meet his eyes. "Not all the way. Really only halfway…like second-stage werewolf…" She trailed off so the last part was just a whisper.

Alaric slapped his forehead. "No wonder he's terrified."

"I wouldn't say terrified." Hope said defiantly.

Alaric seemed to be done now. He was holding his head in his hands. "Alright Hope, thank you. You can go. Please just try to do better."

Hope stood motionless for a moment, then turned and very slowly made her way to the door.

Before she opened it, she turned back. "Oh, you can give this jacket back to whoever you got it from, I didn't really see who it was."

She started taking it off and Alaric moved to forestall her. "Just hold onto it for now, you can give it back tomorrow." He didn't want to be distracted by those huge…

…TITS. He was too late. Hope had shrugged off the jacket and was walking over to him to hand it back. Her clingy, ribbed top had been ripped open in the fight with Lizzie, and now Alaric could see every little bounce and jiggle as she moved toward him. His cock quickly exploded to full size, just narrowly avoiding bursting out of his fly, which Alaric just now noticed had been open the entire time.

In desperation, he grabbed the jacket from her hands and held it in front of him to shield his erection.

"O-ok, Hope, I'll get it back to its owner. Go get some sleep."

But Hope didn't move.

Still looking at the ground, Hope said "I'm sorry for disappointing you. I really am." Looking at her eyes he saw they were glistening.

No oh no no no, he thought. I've got to head this off!

"Hope, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep." Still keeping the jacket in between the two of them, he reached out to place a hand on her shoulder. He tried to turn her around and move her toward the door.

But again, she didn't budge.

Damn, he thought. Too late.

Sure enough, fresh tears bubbled over her eyelids and streamed down her face. NO! He thought. When there's tears that means…

"Dr. Saltzman…can I have a hug?" She had folded her arms under her breasts in a kind of 'self-hug' that had served to push her already plenty exposed breasts up even further out of her ripped shirt.

She sounded and looked so pitiable when she asked his heart truly did break.

However, his rock-hard cock did NOT break, and was actually threatening to erupt right in his pants, so a hug was absolutely out of the question.

Again he tried to deflect. "Hope you're going to feel better in the morn—" But it didn't work.

She cut him off. "PLEASE, Dr. Salzman? I really need it." Now those crying, pleading eyes were looking up at him, and he couldn't find a way to say no.

"Hey, sure." He said softly. His plan was to keep the jacket there as a kind of a barrier, and then try to keep his groin away from the young girl, but she had other ideas.

As soon as he spoke in the affirmative, she snatched the jacket out of his hands and threw it to the side, then she surged forward and threw her entire body into him, knocking the wind out of him.

G-gaahh. GOD. Those fucking tits. Those TITS!

The girl's entire voluptuous, juicy body was pressed tightly against his. Once again her face was pressed into his chest, as if she were trying to burrow into him. And her gargantuan, fleshy breasts were flattened up against him.

She kept moving and writhing around, and he could feel every bit of give and take as her breasts molded themselves around his body just under his chest. Hope seemed to be doing her best to forcefully smooth out the giant mounds against him.

Even worse, she pushed her groin into him so that there was no room for any doubt that she had felt his engorged cock. She'd have to be completely clueless to not know what that was.

The way she kept grinding on him he wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer, so he started pulling away.

"Uh, H-Hope are you ok…?" He tried to gently grab her arms but the girl wouldn't budge, she just kept up the same rhythmic, insistent grinding on him. "Hope…?!" He managed to grunt out. Between her grinding and her fleshy tits pressed into him he couldn't hold it any longer.

He came right in his pants.

"OOoooohhHHH!" He cried in a raspy voice.

An explosion of cum the likes of which he had never felt before erupted out of his cock. He felt the warm fluid fill his underwear and start dribbling down his legs.

His knees actually became a bit weak. He tried to disengage himself from Hope but she still wouldn't let go. She guided him over to a large chair and pushed him back into it. She stood over him, an intense look on her face.

"I knew it!" She said, in a whisper filled with wonder.

"I could smell it on you when we were in Colorado. I knew I made you cum!" She seemed very happy about this.

She was staring directly into his eyes now. "I've seen you looking at my chest a lot. I thought I was just imagining it, but when I made you cum then I knew I wasn't wrong!"

Alaric had absolutely no idea what to say now. He was straight up dumbfounded.

Hope went on, almost talking to herself and not him. "This is good. This is great. I need a man, not one of the boys in this school. We would be perfect for each other!"

Eyes wide, and still paralyzed by the situation, Alaric couldn't think of anything to say.

Then Hope knelt down and started pulling at his belt buckle, trying to unfasten it.

Now he was galvanized into action. "Hope! What are you doing?!" He heard his voice jump a couple of octaves and he knew he sounded sounded frantic.

She laughed. "I know you just came in your pants, so I'm gonna help you clean it up." She had gotten the belt unfastened and was unbuttoning his pants.

Alaric quickly batted her hands away. "No, Hope! We can't do this!" But the hands immediately came back and she didn't stop. She kept on going after his pants, laughing.

"Why not? I don't have a boyfriend, and you're not really with Caroline, right? No one would get hurt. I'm sure Lizzie and Josie would understand eventually." She had gotten his pants unbuttoned and started to slide her hand into his damp underwear.

But the mention of his daughters was the final push he needed. He swatted her hands away violently and jumped up out of the chair. Despite her greater speed and strength Hope was caught unprepared and was shocked when he pushed her away.

"NO, Hope! NO!" He yelled at her while fastening his belt and zipping up his fly. He was uncomfortably aware of the rapidly cooling cum deposits dripping down his legs.

She looked genuinely shocked. "But I just thought that…"

"GET OUT!" He shouted at her, and she saw the anger in his face.

She started crying again, and then she ran out the door, slamming it behind her.

Alaric stood there, shaking. Trying desperately to think of a way to salvage the situation, but he couldn't.

There was only one thought going through his head:

Thank God Klaus Mikaelson wasn't alive…