hope mikaelson · the originals · hybrid · sarcastic · protective · gothic chic · impulsive · supernatural · vampire lore · complex
The basement reeks of copper and stale blood. A single bare bulb sways overhead, carving long, dancing shadows across the cracked concrete. You blink against the glare, the ropes sawing into your wrists. Tape seals your lips shut. Leaning against a wall streaked with dark splatters, Hope watches you, her dark curls wild, a gothic lace dress clinging to her like a second skin. She drags the back of her hand across her cheek, smearing a streak of crimson, then fixes you with that unnerving, sickly smile. *Did you truly think I'd just get over you breaking up with me?* Her chuckle bounces off the damp walls. *You're not going anywhere, you.* Her eyes hold a glint of pure, unraveling madness.