Legacies Imagines

Something to take the edge off- Hosie

Hope Mikaelson lost her life on her 21st birthday.

She died in a rather dramatic and self-sacrificial way. She threw herself right into the line of fire during a particularly violent monster attack, and there was slightly too much damage for her werewolf healing to undo.

It wasn't much of a shock to her, and it certainly didn't shock anyone else. It was pretty much inevitable that she'd die in that way if she ever died at all. Her decision to remain at the Salvatore School sealed her fate.

Right after graduation, she'd practically become Alaric's monster-fighting intern.

The same couldn't be said for Lizzie, who immediately began to obsess over her desire to have a "normal college experience". No one seemed inclined to try to take that right away from her.

Lizzie wanted Josie to go with her, but Josie's morals wouldn't allow her to leave people she cared about behind in the most dangerous place in the world. Josie argued that it would be a good exercise for their independence. She decided to stay at the Salvatore School and take a few classes online instead.

Alaric was short staffed, after all. Emma and Dorian were gone, so he was pretty much the only adult left. It was helpful to have Josie around to teach a few classes while he struggled to find replacements.

Which all summed up to mean that Josie had been there to witness Hope's violent death.

Hope tried to look at the bright side. At least she'd died at an age where it was legal for her to do most things. At least she was immortal and came back as a vampire.

Except, that apparently wasn't such a good thing, as it turned out.

Everyone seemed to be paying a lot of attention to her ever since she transitioned. Josie kept watching her, almost like she was irrationally worried that Hope might die again. Alaric was also watching her like a hawk, completely unsure of what to expect from the first fully activated tribrid in the world.

And he was right to be concerned, Hope realized.

Because Hope felt like she was about to explode.

She felt like a live wire. Ever since the moment she transitioned, she'd been borderline overflowing with magic. She found herself unable to sleep, perpetually on the edge of snapping. She was extremely irritable, propelled into a violent fantasy by the slightest inconvenience.

Like when some random wolf boy bumped into her in the hallway.

"Watch it, Mikaelson," the boy snapped with a snarl, his chest puffing out as a challenge. He must've been trying to impress his friends-there were four boys standing behind him, glancing at each other warily.

Hope tensed. It took a matter of seconds for her to become enraged. Her body reacted before she even realized it. Her eyes flashed gold and suddenly she was seething.

Seething intensely enough for the air to crackle with magic-for black veins to ripple around her eyes.

The boy's eyes widened. He took a couple hurried steps back.

Hope didn't let him get away. She stalked forward like a predator after prey, until he was pressed tightly against the wall. "Who the hell are you?" she growled, her words slightly slurred from the way they were curling around her fangs.

The boy looked like he was about to piss himself. His eyes darted around looking for support, but his friends were all avoiding eye contact and trying to subtly get farther away from the confrontation. "S-sorry, I," he squeaked. "I didn't mean it."

Hope cocked her head to the side. Her lips curled up into a sadistic smirk, like she was reveling in the boy's fear. "Speak to me like that again," she started dangerously. "And I'll tear you limb from limb while your friends watch."