The Originals [Sequel]

•|Hold On To Me|•

[S4-E3]

Dear Diary,

It's been a while since I've written to you, but I don't have anyone right now. I don't have a mother here with me. I don't have my father here with me. Why? Because of Honor, but things run deeper than her. Matthew, KJ, whoever you want to call him. He's my target. No one else. Just him, unless someone decides to get in my way.

Hope.

Chicago
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Jason

Hope led me towards the warehouse that I thought was empty for a while, but that before I heard the sound a familiar hum. Dylan loved humming and it always pissed me off. It was a hobby of his that some might say he's good it, I however do not believe that you could be good or back at such an easy task. Like making stupid sounds with your mouth.

Julius opened the door of the warehouse and Hope and I followed him inside, allowing the heavy door to close behind us. While we walked further in, the stench of a traitor filled my nostrils. All I need was a sample of his blood and I'd be on my way. Hope and Julius continued to walk but I stop when I felt a presence behind me. It made me smile creepily for a moment before speaking.

"KJ dies and his little minion rises." Dylan said, causing Hope and Julius to turn their attention towards me as I turned my attention towards Dylan.

"Honor rises, and so does her little bitch." I smirked. "I find it really interesting that I have yet to know what actual reason you stuck around."

"Because I am your better." He mumbled cockily. "And because even if you wanted, you couldn't kill me. Because Honor said so."

In that moment, I scoffed and glanced at Hope and Julius before quickly turning my attention back towards Dylan. He stared into my eyes and shook a little as my hand gently squeezed his heart.

"Honor doesn't control me." I nodded. "I control myself and I'm asking nicely for a sample of your blood or...Hope could just take it."

"Screw you-" I snatched out his hard and allowed his limp body to fall onto the floor. Then, Hope used her magic to lift blood from Dylan's body and magically guided it to the small plastic tube.

"No that's what I like to." I mumbled while looking down at Dylan's body. "But he's not dead, his spirit is going to go to Rome with the ancestors and they're going to come up with a ridiculous excuse to resurrect him. In the mean time, the faster we find Jhamire the faster we find Honor. And when we find Honor we find Klaus."

Houston, Texas
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Hayley

A driver and a passenger of the car that Hiram, Kole, and I had been in opened the door of the 2019 modeled Suburban. When I got out of the car, all I could see was something new. Hiram kept telling me that maybe something here would refresh my memory. I didn't believe anything, but if he was actually my brother then I must be compelled but that would impossible considering the fact that I've died one too many times.

"This is the Quinn-Ziegler mansion." Hiram pointed with his entire hand instead of his index finger as he walked next to me. "We grew up here." He nodded. "We were also born here, mom says you barley made it but thank god you did. You were always my rock just as I was yours."

As Hiram spoke, all I could think about was Klaus. His lovely voice. His amazing blue eyes. The way he looked when he was pissed and the way he smiled when he was happy. Maybe that's why I was craving his blood, because I wanted him. Maybe that's what happens when you love someone.