Hey everyone, Hope your all doing okay?! Heres this weeks update, I nearly cried while typing this one, it was a bit emotional for me.
Thanks to all of your continued support|reviews|follows|favourites I still can't believe the response to this fix, its overwhelming. Thank you xD
Oh and p.s. *whispers* Caroline arrives in the next chapter xD Excited much? I am xD
All through Hope's life, Klaus had been seeking answers about his daughter and her abilities. However, most importantly, how to turn her and give her immortal life by becoming an Original without the need for doppelganger blood. This past year, he had been more dedicated to finding something other than the usual 'nothing can be done' and 'I'm sorry, there is no way for her to become an Original'. She couldn't turn other wolves into hybrids anymore with her blood or even by using her blood to complete the transition.
Other witches, and even Freya's research, had been simple. The only way was to cut her off from her wolf and witch nature by turning her into a vampire. That is, if she didn't trigger her wolf gene. If she did, there will be no chance of her living eternally with him and his family.
Jackson's death hit the family hard. Eventually, the two men had come to an agreement in the past that the wolf wasn't trying to replace the hybrid in his daughter's life. Klaus ended up in a strange, but satisfying friendship with the wolf, and even if he didn't particularly care about Hayley's grief, he felt for Hope's devastation at losing a parent.
Klaus was terrified of losing his daughter, but Jackson dying shook him and awoke the fear of losing her as it started to become a reality.
Hope had the same crippling fear in the wake of her step father's death, not for herself but for her mother. She hadn't really wrapped her mind around it all before. She always knew her family wouldn't and couldn't be killed.
Her mother was a werewolf like Jax, though.
The family was concerned with Hope's well being. She disconnected herself from the outside world in mourning, and nothing and no one could get through to her. She was usually such a lively and passionate young woman, that her silence and lack of enthusiasm for life knocked everyone off balance.
She couldn't even bring herself to be excited for her birthday, spending her time trying to dismiss the entire day. The family had no idea on how to pull her out of her funk without being insensitive to her grief.
The door knocked at its usual time on Hope's birthday, Rebekah going out to retrieve the gift for her niece whilst silently wishing that it would help.
Sighing heavily, Hope opened her present slowly. The package revealed a tiny, black jewellery box with a beautiful silver necklace. An arrow pendant hung from the chain, with a silver howling wolf attached to it and two feathers wrapped around the base of the arrow head. She brought her shaking hands to stroke the wolf slowly, realising what the necklace was trying to resemble.
Everyone looked on at the scene with tears in their eyes at the very thoughtful gesture as Hope gained enough courage to read the letter out loud.
Miss Hope Mikaelson,
"Butterflies hover and feathers appear, whenever lost loved ones or Angels are near."
- Unknown
Death and grief is inevitable for humans, and a curse to immortals. You will face death and grief in your life; be it a friend, ally, or a lover.
Don't blame yourself, and do not let grief consume you.
Moving on in life and being happy does not mean that their death doesn't affect you. You still care for those who have lost their lives, and you won't forget them.
Celebrate their life as you will hold their memory in your heart always.
All my love.
The letter and gift comforted Hope more than her parents ever could. She couldn't understand the connection she had to this person who she never had met, nor knew their name. She just knew they were looking out for her and keeping her balanced, safe and strong.
Hope wondered if it was the blonde angel the spirits showed her as a child, someone who looked very similar to a drawing she stole from her father's studio years ago. He still hadn't noticed.
Her father still avoided questions of his love life, his answer was always the same. Licking his lips briefly before the usual, 'Maybe one day, in a year or a century love will show up at my door' with a pained look before leaving the room and the conversation.
Klaus saw Hope clutch the letter as a lone tear fell from her eye, finally finding some comfort in her grief. He tried his best to help her, as did everyone one else, with no results. He always knew she had formed a bond, connection to the letters, but he finally understood how much she relied on them to keep her guided and grounded.
He finally understood Hayley's jealousy at the person who Hope found more comfort with than her. He just hoped that they would never stop until she turned her attention away from them.