Alverna
"She's still in shock but she'd upstairs sleeping it off," I told my brother who had been pacing in the art room since we got home. "What's her name?" Niklaus asked. "It appears that father never gave her one, or she doesn't trust us enough to tell me," I answered. He was still pacing. "I did however get her to agree to stay here for the night, however tomorrow is another story," I added. He stood still. "Why would he keep her from us? Was it just to be spiteful? Or did he have another agenda?" Klaus murmured. "Who knows how our father thought, all that matters is that he's dead," Rebekah said, leaning against a column in the centre of the room. "Even in death he tortures us," Klaus said as he started pacing again. "I'm going to check on Finn, it's shocking that he would kill a fly let alone destroy Mikael," I said leaving the room and heading upstairs.
I knocked on his door, my hearing straining to pick up anything from behind the wooden plank. "Come in." I opened the door and stepped inside. Finn was sitting in an armchair with Mid-summer Night Dreams in his hands. "You hate Shakespeare," I said remarking on the book. Finn smiled at me. "Most of his plays I do detest, this one however I have always enjoyed," He said closing the book and placing it on the table beside him. "Am I correct in assuming that you're here to discuss the events at the cemetery," Finn said. "Yes brother, why did you do it?" I asked. He sighed and his normally composed expression faded into hate twisted scowl, "He used to hit mother. He thought we didn't notice but while he was teaching you and the others sword play I was inside with her learning the difference between poisonous and healing plants. I spent hours with her, I saw the bruises the stiff way she moved, he broke her arm once," Finn said pain and anger flickering in her eyes.
My surprise turned to disgust. "We should have tortured him for what he'd done to this family," I said enfolding my oldest brother in a hug. He nodded and hugged me back. I let go and saw a shadow flick past the doorway. My head tilted in confusion and curiosity gripped my mind. "I'll be back," I said to Finn. He grunted and I flashed out of the room. The girl with Niklaus's blue eyes looked at me in guilt and confusion before she blurred down the hall and down the stairs. I followed her though the back door and into the gardens. She fell to her knees by the rose bushes.
"Is it true?" She asked me. "Is what true?" I asked. "Did he really do all those terrible things to his own family?" She said. "Them and many more. However my father was kind once, a long long time ago, probably before you were born but he was kind and affectionate. He loved and cared for us, but then he found out that Niklaus wasn't his child and he turned into a monster. He tried to kill us and became obsessed with my brothers demise. In his mind we were no longer his children but abominations he had to destroy." I told her kneeling next to her slim frame. "Was he kind to you?" I asked. "He treated me like gift from god sometimes but as a curse at others," she replied, "Did he give you a name?" I asked. She shook her head. "But in the early 1500's a witch who was helping him with something called me Hope," she answered. "Well then Hope, I think it's time you met your family." I said helping the young girl to her feet.
Hope
All the vampires from last night were waiting for me and Alverna in a giant living room, with a huge T.V and plush leather sofas, there was also a human who looked around fourteen. I looked at them warily. "Hope, these are my siblings and assorted friends," She said. I saw a man with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes smile when she said 'assorted friends'. "Everyone this is Hope, my niece." One by one they approached me and introduced themselves. The one who killed Mikael was my Uncle Finn and the red-haired vampire he clung to was Sage. The one with chocolate brown eyes was Enzo and by the way they acted around each other, he and Alverna had a romantic thingy going on. The blonde vampire with golden eyes was Stefan and the vampire with dark hair and crystal blue eyes was his very attractive brother Damon. The young boy was my uncle Henrick he was sweet and kind and I decided that I liked him.
I was smiling and almost glowing to find out I had so much family. I'd always thought that Grandfather and I were all alone. I felt a stab of resentment as I realised he hid me from them. Everyone but one person came up and hugged me or shook my hand. The blonde man who told me everything was going to be alright kept his distance. He seamed hesitant to come near me. Eventually he approached me. "Hello Hope, I'm Niklaus" he said smiling at me. I beamed back, "Hello." "So, did Mikael ever tell you who your parents were?" He asked. "He told me that my mother was named Lena and that she was dead but I never met her," I said my smile fading. "Oh," he said fading into silence, "do you want to see something cool?" I nodded and he smiled then lead me out of the living room and into what looked like an art studio.
"This is amazing!" I exclaimed seeing the masterpieces that lay either drying on the easels, hanging on the wall or stacked up on the floor. "Who painted all these?" I asked bewildered but their beauty and how realistic they were. "I did mostly but a few are Alverna's" He said following me as I fluttered around the room. "Who is this?" I asked looking a life-like portrait of a blonde woman with amazing eyes. "Caroline," He said. I could hear sadness and loss in his voice. I turned to look at him. "You loved her didn't you?" I said. He looked at the painting and then at me. "I still do," He said moisture appearing in his eyes. He looked away from me then turned back. The water in his blue eyes were gone but his face still revealed his pain and sorrow. "We should get back to the others," He said walking to the door. I followed him but looked sadly at the painting. "I wish I had gotten to met you," I thought. The picture seamed to smile at me before I closed the door.
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