Hope Mikaelson

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The shower had been a good idea; the first one she had had all night. The warm water eased the tention in her body and helped to clear her mind, if only for a few minutes. She stood under the stream of hot water for a good five minutes before she reached for her favorite bottle of bodywash and began to wash off the evidence of her failed first time. Unfortunately there was no amount of sweet smelling bodywash that could erase the pain that seemed to radiate from the lower half of her body but it did ease it a bit. As she stood under the warm water once more, she felt her mind drift off. So it was a complete surprise when Klaus entered the bathroom and opened the shower curtain. She jumped, knocking her all of her shower items off the shelf onto the bottom of the tub but she couldn't bring herself to care about the fallen items. Her father stood just feet from her, looking like a broken man. It was a jarring image to take in. For as long as she had known him, he had always been strong. Had she done this to him? As she stood there in front of him, Hope felt not like the young woman she was but like a child about to be scolded by her father. As he spoke, she quickly came to realize that his words were not of hate or disappointment; he was apologizing to her. Seeing him so upset, knowing that she was the cause of his pain, broke her heart. As soon as the thought to comfort him crossed her mind, it was quickly shot down. But she couldn't just stand there, letting him believe that she hated him. It was too much to bare. So on shaky legs, Hope stepped out of the shower and walked to stand before her father. She didn't bother to grab a towel to cover herself; she saw no point in hiding. Plus, she was prettybdamn confident abkut how she looked. She hesitated just for a moment, still afraid of his rejection, before she reached out and wrapped her arms around him in what she hoped was a comforting hug. "Don't say that, please. You've shown me nothing but care and love for as long as I've known you. I don't regret our time together, not for a second. I have cherished it."

Hope didn't move a muscle even after Klaus had fled the room; her body throbbed in pain but it was nothing compared to the whirlwind of thoughts and doubts that swirled around in her head. Part of her wanted to retreat into her own room where she could feel sorry for herself and try to forget that had just happened. But the other part of her wanted to go after her father; to make him stop and listen to her as she told him that she wasn't upset with him. That she didnt hate him or his actions. No matter the pain those actions had caused her, she still loved him with all of her heart. But guilt kept her still. She never should had pushed him into this when it was clear that he had his reservations. She should had given him time to heal and forget. But she had been feeling so lonely; still reeling from the unexpected death of her mother. Tears began to roll down her the young girl's face as she truly thought about what she had done. She was such a stupid, selfish, girl. Telling herself that she only wanted to help him; ease his transition from the hell he had been put through to a life free from that. A life she wanted to spend with him. But really she had only done it to ease her yearning for comfort. She couldn't just allow him to simply be her father, she had to push into being her lover as well. She had already lost so much in her young life; had she now lost her father too? Pushed him too far, too soon after his rescue. Hope wasn't sure how long she laid there, contemplating her next course of action, before finally decided that she was tired of thinking. She need to get up and clean herself off. Maybe a warm shower would help clear her head. So with great difficulty, she arose from the bed, taking the once clean bedsheet with her, and walked out of the room and toward the bathroom.

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She had asked for this, Hope had to reminded herself. She had been the one to push him into this, choosing to ignore his warnings. Maybe she had been too rash with her actions; not taking into account just how bad it would be. How much stronger Klaus was compared to her; how much damage he could do. She may be the only tribrid in existence but her body was very much a human one and it could break just as easily any other girl her age. She knew that Klaus loved her but the words that came from his mouth as he continued to pound into her visciously, had her fearing if he could stop should she ask. And yet, fear kept her quiet. If she told him to stop, would he hate her for her? Would he look at her as something weak and beneath him; someone not fit to be his lover. So she laid there, trying to will the pain away or at least keep her cries and grunts to a minimum. But her magic had a mind of its own. It sensed that she was in danger of being seriously hurt and it lashed out.

This is what Hope had been waiting for; what she had been craving since the first time he had taken her in their little piece of paradise. As much as tried to replicate the feelings that he gave her, her own hands just never matched up to what she imagined to be the real thing. Pressed down onto the bed with her father's weight on top of her; his throbbing member so close to her dripping entrance. Moving of their own accord, her hips bucked forward; her core yearned to have him inside her. He gave exactly what she was longing for  and, to her surprise, it hurt--a lot. Everytime they had done this very thing within her dreams, it had felt nothing but pleasurable but now she could feel her walls ache with pain at being stretched so wide, so quickly. Nevertheless, Hope couldn't bring herself to regret what was happening or to make it stop but she also couldn't stop the tears the filled her eyes as her body struggled to adjust. The feeling of his teeth puncturing her, drinking from her, sent a rush of lightness to her head where she momentarily forgot about all else. That was until he spoke to her, warning her of the furorsicty he was intending to bestow upon her. Grunts and gasps escaped her mouth unchecked as Klaus began to really pick up speed.