alex mikaelson

The blonde took the napkin from the outstretched arm, wiping her mouth off quickly. “Thank you.” She smiled softly. She glanced back down at her food at the mention of it. “It’s a double bacon cheeseburger with jalapeños. It’s amazing.” Nellie finished her sentence with another large bite of food, nodding her head to the other side of the table as a gesture for the girl to join her.

“I don’t know about jalapeños but i do like cheeseburgers,” she admitted, taking the seat across from the other when she offered it. “My sister says the milkshakes are amazing here.”

“Oh damn - yeah, that’s fair enough.  It would have felt like an attack, especially after how long we were on edge.  But as long as you didn’t kill them or wound them too badly I’d say you’re doing alright.”  Hope laughed, nodding.  “I’m sure I will, and that’ll happen before you know it.”

Alex laughed at her sister’s words. “You know I was thinking about the hollow... i can tell i donn’t have it, you know? But I was thinking, if we move it to me, at least part of it. Do you think that would effect the spell that’s bring people back?” Was it something they should think about before doing. “As I recall, I did have more friends than you when I went to the salvatore school,” she joked. “So i think it will be okay.” 

Jackson thought that over for a moment.  It was true that the world would have changed immeasurably if they’d actually been able to escape with Hope, and the chain reaction that it set off might have prevented the current reality from ever happening.  “I like thinking of it that way,” he nodded.  “It would be nice if what we all went through accomplished something.”

Alex Mikaelson’s outfit to the new years eve festival

Black Leather Jacket 

Black Jeggings 

Black Combat boots 

Mulberry coloured full length shirt 

Mulberry lip stick and winged eye liner

“Oh, that wasn’t paranoia, no.  That was mindfulness, or whatever word you want to choose for it.  But I know it’s hard, and trust me when I say I haven’t stopped looking over my shoulder despite my best efforts.”  Hope laughed in response, nodding.  “Plus then we definitely couldn’t get told apart.”

She nodded in agreement. “Someone throw a snow ball at me and I already went full wolf on them,” she admitted, knowing that that reaction was going to be hard to turn off. “It’s only happened to me a few 100 times so far, I guess you will get it in return when I make some friends.” 

“That would have been part of it, yeah.  It seemed safer for her to be away from the litany of enemies the Mikaelson family has.  But in the end, none of it worked out like it was meant to.”  Despite himself Jackson had to stop and consider that.  “I don’t know if there was much good that came out of that mistrust, but if it meant we survived then I’m glad for that.  Some of us for longer than others, but all the same.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure anymore,” Hope admitted.  “We both got so used to looking over our shoulders, sleeping in shifts, expecting the next monster or Triad or whatever other damn thing to pop up that I’m still trying to get used to being here again.  A little caution can’t hurt, sure, but we don’t need to be on guard every minute.”  She smiled at the thought of Alex and Aunt Bex cooking meals together.  “That puts you miles ahead of me, cooking isn’t really one of my skills.”

“I would hate to point out that it’s not paranoia if we are right. There was people trying to kill us back there. Or things... i guess is a better word.” She nodded in agreement. ‘Yeah, I guess we shouldn’t be on guard... it’s just hard.” Alex chuckled. “Well we can’t been the same at everything. That would be boring.”

Jackson sighed.  “I’m not sure where to start with this, because I know you didn’t live through it.  But I’ll give you the short version of it, and if you want more details I’ll fill ‘em in.  Dahlia had stoked your dad’s paranoia, for one.  Done a masterful job turning him against everyone, and everyone against him.  She set it up to make it look like he’d killed a friend of mine and your Mom’s, one of the pack.  He didn’t deny it.  Your Mom and I thought it was best to cloak Hope’s magic and get her as far from the family as possible, because that’s where Dahlia would be looking.  Elijah agreed, however reluctant he was.  Klaus…did not.”  Jackson shook his head.  “It didn’t work, as you can probably guess.”

“You mean because otherwise Hope wouldn’t know who her father was,” she said. She hadn’t missed what the story meant, that her mother had happened to steal Hope from her father and as a Mikaelson. Dad won. Though in the same breathe she consider what it meant if they had done something else, what her world was like. “Well... I know when they stayed to fight, everyone died,” she said. “So seems like dad’s paranoia was for the best... yours as well. If it wasn’t for the mistrust you all had in each other, you would all likely be dead.” At least in her world that’s how it ended up.

“Oh damn.  That kind of gives away a lot of what the class is going to be about, doesn’t it?”  Her joking words were mostly a way to divert Alex’s thoughts from her father being called something like that.  Finch stood fairly still as she listened, hands moving absently on the cue as she tried to digest everything that Alex was telling her.  The thought of not having to turn, not having to be chained up to keep everyone else safe, that sounded like a dream even if it was pretty involved.  “That sounds like some elitist shit to me - whether they like your family or not, being one of them should still be enough for them to have accepted you.”  She knew she was hardly an expert on the world they were discussing, but it was no different than not accepting someone because of who they’d been born to.  “Go for it,” she smiled, gesturing to the table.

“The classes aren’t all that secret,” she said, trying not to focus on that one thing about her dad. “Like Origins of Species or Magical Agronomy and I didn’t take it but the vampires take Your Bloodline and You.” She could keep going but that was a basic idea. “But it wasn’t that lonely, I didn’t really mind all that much, I had one person that was like me, one person that I wanted more than anything in the world. My sister and she was... away when I was at the school. Held captive actually, by my aunt. So as much as I wanted all that, I-I wanted her more.” She shrugged. “The species like keep to themselves, there have wars over it.” Alex set up for the new game and then took away the triangle, before looking up at Finch with a playful smile as she lined up her shot. Before breaking, watching two balls roll into the holes. In another game she might have wished for more, back in her world, she might have playfully knocked another in with her magic. But this wasn’t that Finch. And she kind of wanted the game to last. “Guess i’m solids.” 

“That makes sense, yeah,” from what Hope had told him of the other worlds it sounded like the norm.  Her question startled him into a realization that he needed to be more careful with his words.  “Look, your dad and I…we’ve made our peace.  But I’m not going to shy away from the ugly parts of our stories, either, because there’s no reason you shouldn’t know.  He was only pretending to work with her, part of one of his schemes - without what he did she probably wouldn’t have been killed.  But as part of that scheme he saw a way to punish your mother and me for trying to leave town with Hope.  So we spent six months under the curse, and Davina ended up being the only reason it got lifted.”

Alex listened silently for a moment, taking in the information and turning it over in her head. Her first reaction. The fear of her father working with Dahlia was confirmed to be to false. That he had been doing what he always did and trying to protect them. But the second part, that she didn’t understand. She looked up at the other. “Why were you leaving town?” She felt like there was other questions she could ask. Why didn’t her dad like that? Where were they going? Could she even trust him now if for some reason her father hadn’t in the past? But she choice to remain silent.