Hope Marshall's Secrets

Chapter 9: Your Initials Are H.A.M?

She looks heaven-sent. From her pale white skin tinted with anxious sweat, her body's soft yet sharp curves, ocean blues eyes and full rosy red lips open in shock and disbelief. Hope looks like a sculpture, sculpted by the hands of God himself.

The other girl was vulnerable under Josie's eyes. She was caught off guard. All her walls were stripped down. Similar to her clothes.

The brunette immediately spun around, gushing red as a tomato when she remembered Hope was naked. No. Josie was not checking Hope out. She was just... Observing.

With the brunette's back turned to the other girl and wipes away the tear stains on her face. She has more important things to deal with the teen drama. Josie could hear what she can only assume as Hope grabbing her clothes and putting them on. The brunette keeps her back turned, her eyes shut and she hums a tune her mom used to sing when she was little in her head. She's does everything to stop herself from picturing Hope naked.

When Josie is one hundred percent certain that the aubernette is dressed she slowly turns around and the sight in front of her takes her breath away. She didn't think Hope could surprise her anymore after seeing her naked. She guessed wrong.

The auburn-haired girl is wearing an oversized shirt and very short shorts, which makes her look so small and cute like a child wearing pajamas. Her shirt is hanging over her shoulder showing her collarbones. Her hair is up in a messy bun that shows off her alluring neck.

By the grace of God, Josie's mouth doesn't drop open when looking at goddess in front of her. That would be mortifying for the brunette. Hope is the only person Josie knows that can pull off looking cute and hot at the same time.

The shorter girl is hugging her stomach still completely vulnerable under Josie's watchful eyes. She looks like a deer caught in headlights, she slowly approaches the brunette checking if she would back away. But Josie stands her ground, hundreds of questions running through her head. The already large curiosity she had of Hope just doubled, tripled even.

"Please don't tell anyone."

"What exactly shouldn't I be telling anyone, Hope?" the brunette questions softly. She's scared that if she presses too much the auburnette will run away.

"It's a long story..."

"I have all night." Josie offers. Her curiosity is going through the roofs and this served as a good distraction to stop her from shedding any more tears."

Hope opens her mouth to find a way to escape this conversation, but she comes up blank. "Okay, fine. You should probably take a seat." She sits down on the mill's old and beat-up couch and cleans the spot beside her which Josie is thankful for, she can't afford another lecture from her twin about keeping her skirts cleaned.

Hope clears her throat before moving a few inches away from the brunette which makes her frown slightly. "So, uh, before I start my story I should tell you my real name." The brunette nods and waits for Hope to continue. "My name's not Hope Marshall. It's Mikaelson. I'm Klaus and Hayley Marshall's daughter." Hope finishes, her eyes closed afraid to see the brunette's reaction.

Josie's mouth drops agape. She expected multiple possible things Hope could've said. But she never once expected that. It didn't even cross her mind. The brunette stays silent processing the information. Suddenly everything made sense. All the questions Josie previously had were answered. But just as her many questions were answered, hundreds more came.

While Josie was still silent Hope continues. "The blood that runs in my veins isn't human. My dad, as you know, is one of the earth's original vampires. My mom, Hayley Marshall was a werewolf alpha."