Fandom: The Originals

Pairings: None

Characters: Hope Mikaelson, Freya Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Hayley Marshall

Request: Hey can you write a Drabble we're hope is about 17/18 and Mikael returns and takes klaus and hayley with the White oak stake and she thinks Mikael killed them so she turns of her humanity.

"Wait here." Freya ordered in a whisper as she left disappearing down the corridor, Hope sat in the ground as quietly as she could. Two days ago something or someone that made her parents nervous had arrived to town. They had left the next day with the clear order of "listen to aunt Freya", the same aunt that had just dragged her away from The Abattoir in absolute secrecy.

Suddenly a scream pulled her away from her thoughts as she saw Freya thrown against the wall and falling unconscious at the feet of it. Muffing a yelp with her hands, she pressed herself against the wall as much as she could, like that would make her invisible. Then Hope saw a blur she recognized as vampire speed and in the blink of an eye a tall figure was hovering over her.

"Who are you?" she asked, trying her best to not show how scared she really was. "Mikael, the vampire who hunts vampires…" he answered with a wicked smirk and she instantly froze in pure fear, although she never met him she had heard many stories about him, about how he had chased her father for a thousand years trying to kill him and about how he had tried to kill her too.

"…and the one who killed the atrocities your parents were." he finished, Hope felt like she couldn't breathe, the image of her parents dying replaying over and over in her head. She started to shake her head as tears were forming in her eyes. "No." Hope muttered as some tears started to fall, refusing to believe her parents were death, they couldn't…her father was an Original, he couldn't be killed if not with the…her eyes drifted towards the right hand of Mikael, and there they meet wood and silver; the White Oak Stake.

"NO!" she screamed, standing up and throwing him through the air with nothing but her magic and a sharp movement of her hands. "THEY'RE NOT DEAD!" she yelled furiously, her jaw clenching as she felt her magic slip out of her control, her whole body burning with rage. "They are, little one. Your mother even begged me to leave you alone in her last breath, a shame her last wishes will not be meet." Mikael taunted , standing up and raising the White Oak Stake above his head.

"No, no, no, no…" Hope sobbed at the mention of her mother, too caught up in her pain to pay attention to the Original in front of her, tears falling freely down her cheeks now and her breath raged, like she was going to faint any second as she came to start believing Mikael's cruel words. "Do you have some last words too?" Mikael asked in a mocking tone, taking advantage of her shocked state and pushing her against the wall choking her, placing the stake right above her heart. "Actually, I do." she whispered, her eyes locked in the unconscious body of her aunt and she hoped Freya could sense how sorry she was for what was about to happen.

"You want a beast, I'll give you one." she hissed, and when she met his eyes he couldn't find a single emotion in them; not fear, not despair, not even a hint of sadness. She had shut it off. The next thing he saw was red, his knees were on the ground and his hands on his head as he screamed in pain, it wasn't like any pain he had felt in his thousand years of life.

As she walked away from the agonizing Mikael, Hope remembered the time aunt Freya made her promise to never use her magic to kill, but although she had kept it for 17 years, right now she couldn't care less. She was free, free to do as she pleased and right now the only thing she wanted was to avenge her parent's dead. "I could do anything to you now." Hope threatened, circling him and stopping the pain, for now. "I could kill you, I could torture you…I could even let you go. But let's be realistic, the last one is not gonna happen." she taunted, just like he had been doing minutes before, and the Original answered with a few weak growls since he didn't have strength to do much more.

Hope imagined how to kill him in vivid detail, all the different ways she could make him suffer for all the pain he had caused to her family, til an idea popped him…he might die faster than she intended, but the pleasure of killing him practically with her bare hands was worth it "Do you think I could kill you without the White Oak Stake? I know a really powerful witch could do it, especially one from Esther's bloodline." Hope wondered, she was powerful and she knew it. Deciding it was worth a shot, she closed her eyes and started to chant, Mikael's screams suddenly piercing her hears.

Freya woke up with a terrible headache and the screams weren't exactly helping. When she looked at the source of the noise she saw her father in the ground, trying to crawl away from Hope and failing and her niece chanting with her eyes closed and a bleeding nose. "Hope! No!" Freya screamed, fearing it'd be too much for her niece to take and a small part of her, refusing to let her father die, but it was too late. Mikael's body burst into flames and slowly his agonizing screams died down, til silence enveloped everything.. "What have you done?" she muttered, standing up, her eyes fixated in the cinder that once was the body of her father.

"Hope!" Klaus and Hayley appeared down the corridor, urgency and fear in their eyes. "Mum! Dad!" Hope exclaimed, leaning against the wall for support with a smile "You missed all the fun." she said as her smile turned into a wicked smirk. The fact she had taken a life for the first time, even a so terrible one apparently not worthy of concern to her.