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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃
please get out of my head. i'm trying to sleep

THE STRAWBERRY BLONDE made her way into Allison's bedroom, three large Macy's bags dangling from her hands. "Clear your schedules. This could take a while," She cheerfully stated, a smile on her face.

With a soft chuckle, Allison grinned as Lydia set the three bags onto her bed.

Hope was sitting on the bed, and looked between the girls with raised brows. She had been called over by Allison because she wanted to have a girls day. And seeing as its Lydia's birthday, it was perfect timing for Hope to actually make some girl friends.

The birthday was sifting through a seemingly never ending amount of dresses, and Allison and Hope looked to one another with amused expressions

"How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?" Hope asked in between her and Allison's soft chuckling.

"It's my birthday party," Lydia stated, shrugging. "I'm thinking host dress," she pulled out a strapless, striped dress, holding it up to her figure. "Evening dress, then hmm after-hours casual."

"You remind me of Lizzie," Hope spoke up which had the girls looking to her with confused eyes. She frowned and cleared her throat. "She was my friend. She loves being in control, always planned everything, and she did it all fabulously."

Allison smiled lightly. "She sounds lovely."

Hope nodded and looked away. "Yeah..."

Allison watched the girl with furrowed brows before clapping her hands together. "I noticed that you didn't send out any invites."

Lydia rolled her eyes at the idea, pulling out yet another striped dress. "Biggest party of the year, Allison. Everyone knows."

Allison nodded slowly. "I was wondering if maybe this year things, you know, might be different."

"Why would anything be different?" Lydia asked, completely oblivious to what Allison was hinting at.

"Just 'cause things have been off lately," she laughed nervously, and Hope looked between the girls. "Things and people. Like Jackson."

Lydia instantly froze, her body going tense as her gaze moved away from the dresses and over to Allison. "What do you care about Jackson?"

Hope jumped in to save Allison, and asked, "Do you know if he's coming tonight?"

"Everyone's coming," Lydia stated, grabbing a tan dress. "This one's American Rag. Mmm, I love it. For me, not you two. This one's Material Girl. That's for you." She held out a floral patterned dress in front of Allison. "And Hope, this one's for you."

Hope reached out for the black dress, a small smile appearing. It was black with little see-through ruffles on the sleeves that went a little past her shoulders, buttons went down to a small black corset that only went around her stomach. It reached just above two inches from her knees with two ruffles. It was simple, but so much like Hope that it was perfect.

"This goes with it." Lydia held out a pair of black leggings that Hope grabbed with a head tilt. "Trust me. It'll look amazing."

A soft knock caused all the three girls to stop looking at their dresses and glanced at the door, where Victoria Argent was standing in the doorway, watching them with a smile.

Hope put down her dress and leggings, and crossed her arms, sending the older woman a look when she glanced at her.

"Mrs. Argent," Lydia greeted, holding a short blue dress up to herself. "What do you think of this one?"

"It's lovely," Victoria answered, nodding absently, her gaze soon falling upon Allison. "Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just the two of us."

"Um, can we do it later?" Allison asked, seeming distracted and only wanting to hang out with hope and Lydia.

"I have a pair of shoes in here somewhere for you," Lydia spoke up, bringing Hope's attention to her. They began to dig around in the bags for the shoes, seemingly ignoring the mother-daughter conversation.

"Actually, uh, to be honest, sooner would be - would be better," Victoria insisted, rubbing her shoulder nervously.

"Party's at ten," Lydia announced, turning around to face them.

"Oh," Victoria mumbled, seeming hurt. "You'll be around before then?"

"I think so," Allison sighed, growing frustrated and annoyed with her mother's questions.

"You think so?"

"I don't know," Allison snapped, shaking her head slightly.

"Aha!" Lydia cheered as she pulled out new combat boots that had about three inch heels to them. "You like them?" She held them out to Hope who took them with a small smile. "I was going to get you normal heels, you know, the ones you are suppose to wear with dresses, but I saw these and thought they were perfect with the outfit."

"I like them," Hope whispered as she laid out the whole outfit together, and smiled.

Victoria slowly backed out of the doorway and watched as the three girls got back to work, laughed and accessorizing the dresses they were planning on wearing.

Allison hummed and nodded in agreement, approving of the navy blue dress Lydia had picked up. Lydia then held up a pink floral one up to Allison, all three of them agreeing on the necklace to go with it.

Sighing, Victoria left them, closing the door behind her,




HOPE HAD WENT to Stiles' house after getting ready for Lydia's birthday party because they had some multi-universe stuff to talk about. They had come up with nothing — once again — and Hope was slowly losing hope with finding her way back home.

Ringing the doorbell to Lydia's large house, Hope glanced to Stiles who was smoothing down his shirt. "Hey, calm down. You look good."

Stiles looked up quickly, his cheeks turning red. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but was interrupted when Lydia opened up the door with a tray of drinks in hand.

"Happy birthday!" Hope cheered and waved a bag around in front of her.

"Thank you, Hope." Lydia leaned over and gave her a friendly peck on the cheek anyway. "Is that for me?" She gestured to the bag.

Hope looked down at it and nodded. "Of course. It's your birthday, isn't it?"

Lydia just smirked. "You can put it down on the presents table. It's by the kitchen." 

"Alright." She stepped into the house, followed by Stiles who swallowed thickly as he passed Lydia.

Along the way, Scott joined them, dressed up in a mint shirt with a smart black denim jacket over it.

"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles questioned as they stopped so Hope could put her gift on the table. 

"No. Seen Allison?" Scott asked. 

Hope frowned as she looked around. "No." She then looked between the boys. "We should probably tell her what Stiles found." 

Stiles had been obsessing over his dad's case all day, and had actually managed to find something inside the yearbook. Apparently, all of the people who were killed were on the 2006 swim team, and Isaac's dad, Mr Lahey, had been the coach for it. 

"I'm still kind of not sure what we found," Scott furrowed his eyebrows together as they began to walk further inside the house.

"We figured out that it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the Kanima reacted around the pool," Hope explained to the boy.

"So, whoever's controlling the Kanima really hates the swim team?" Scott summarised, looking towards the two of them for confirmation. 

"Hated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team," Stiles corrected him, "so it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing? What haven't we thought of?" 

They walked outside and looked around at the pillars that had been wrapped with fairy lights, accompanying the ivy that had already grown there. There was a massive pool and everything. It looked like it came straight out of a teen movie.

Allison suddenly came over, sending Scott an awkward nod which he returned. "Uh, Jackson's not here." 

"Yeah, no one's here." Stiles frowned.

Hope bit her lip as she looked around and realised they were the only there. She frowned and looked down, feeling bad. "I think it's just early."

Stiles shot her a look, "or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town wack job." 

"Stiles!" Hope shouted as she slapped him on the chest. She looked over to where Lydia stood alone on the other side of the garden. She stood there with drinks, looking around expectantly.  "We have to do something. She doesn't deserve this."

Allison nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we have kind of been ignoring her for the past two weeks." 

Scott shook his head. "We don't owe her a party." 

Hope turned to him in surprise. "That was the jerkiest thing I have ever heard you say."

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison offered lightly.

"Normal?" The werewolf repeated, confused. 

Allison rose her brows at him. "She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us."

Scott sighed. "I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

Stiles nodded, "yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going." He dug his phone out of his pocket, "like really going." 

"Who?" Hope asked, knowing he doesn't know many people.

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."


ABOUT HALF AN hour later, the party was finally in full swing. Lydia's favourite music blasted from the speakers as people danced and drank.

Hops noticed some drag queens by one of the pillars and snorted upon realizing that those were the people Stiles had talked about.

Suddenly, Lydia approached her with a huge smile that was unlike her. "Hope!" She held out a tray of drinks towards the tribrid. "I noticed that you haven't tried the punch yet."

"Are they alcoholic?" She questioned hesitantly seeing as she isn't much of a alcohol fan.

Lydia giggled, rolling her eyes. "There's a little bit in there. C'mon, it's my birthday, everybody's favourite day of the year. Lighten up!"

Hope sighed and gave the strawberry blonde a smile as she accepted one of the cups. "I guess, seeing as it's your birthday, I'll have one." She sniffed the cup first and all she smelt was strawberry, so she took a sip and hummed in content. "Did you make this yourself? It's good."

Lydia smiled brightly. "Yeah. I put a lot of love into it."

Hope smiled, too, and took a bigger sip. "What's in it?"

The strawberry blonde just smirked. "It's a secret recipe."




HOPE HAD JUST finished her fifth glass of punch, throwing the empty cup into the bin beside her as she leaned against the wall, her brown eyes flicking around at the crowd.

Her vision began to move in and out, and her chest began to feel like it was being pushed in. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and tries to steady herself. She didn't know where the tightness and unfocused vision came from.

Maybe it was because of the full moon that her emotions were on edge, or maybe because she was slightly drunk. Either way, it startled her.

"Hope..."

The auburn haired teenager froze completely and her breathing stopped at the voice. Her blue eyes snapped open and she stared straight ahead where a figure stood.

Her father.

And then suddenly, another figure stepped up behind him and that's when her world fully began to crash down on her.

Hope felt like she was going to throw up the longer she stared at the figures.

Her parents. Her mom and dad. The two people who she loved more than herself. That she still loves more than herself.

Her mom was sweaty and blood — just like Hope last remembered her. Her dad looked like he had been stabbed by a stack — veiny and grey.

"Getting drunk?" Hayley asked as she looked at Hope with narrowed eyes. "I thought I taught you better than that."

"No daughter of mine would be as weak as you," Klaus spat out and it made Hope flinch back. She has never heard her father speak this way to her or about her. "You keep crying about all the loses in your life when it's all your fault. Your mother is dead because you trusted a Nazi vampire who's family killed her. I'm dead because you were stupid enough to take back the Hollow which made me have to give up my life for you."

Tears fell down Hope's cheeks and her bottom lip trembled, and she wanted to ask whether this was real or not, but she found herself unable to speak.

"Did you really think I was happy to give up my life for you?" Hayley scoffed as she took a threatening step towards her daughter. "You think I wanted my own daughter to knock me out and keep me in a coffin for days? You think I wanted to be taken by Nazi vampires just to be tortured and have my werewolf side taken from me? How pathetic and selfish are you?"

Tears spilled down Hope's face as her throat began to hurt from how bad she really wanted to break down. How was this real? How were her dead parents standing in front of her right now? Do they really think that? Do they hate her?

"I did — I didn't think," Hope stuttered out, her words barely reaching her own ears. It felt as if she was under water, and everything was caving in on her.

"Of course you didn't!" Klaus roared angrily as he stormed towards his daughter, and grabbing her throat. "You're not a Mikaelson!" Her blue eyes were wide and full of tears as she stared into his similar ones. "A Mikaelson is strong and always thinks ahead! You didn't even think when you kidnapped your mother! You didn't think when you trusted that Roman boy! You don't think that you would destroy the world if we were reunited! You didn't think nor did you care about anything else other than yourself!"

He growled and tightened his hand around her neck, and lifted her up off the floor. She began wheezing and gasping for air as she clawed at his hand. "Pl—please," she whispered out, her voice cracking.

"Please? Please?!" He laughed humorlessly and viciously. "You really aren't my daughter! She wouldn't be begging and pleading for her life, she would fight for it!"

"I really am disappointed in you, Hope," Hayley spat out as she stood beside Klaus, not caring that he was strangling their daughter. Their only daughter. "You know—"

Hope couldn't hear the rest, as her mother's voice began to be drowned out by a static sound.

"No!" She shouted as her parents began to fade in and out, and the static noise was only growing. It was like she was at the other end of a tunnel.

Suddenly, something wet was thrown at her and she jerked forward, and wiped at her face. She furrowed her brows and looked at her hands to find water.

"Oh, god," she shakily whispered and raised her hands to her face, they were shaking terribly.

Scott suddenly appeared in front of her, letting out a sigh of relief. "Hope!" He cried out and took her hands on his. "Stiles and I have been looking everywhere for you and Lydia. Do you know where she is? We think she's putting something in the drinks to make everyone go crazy."

Taking in a shaky breath, lips trembling and all, Hope looked around to see that everybody was in fact acting strange. Kids were jumping into the pool and making out with Lydia's plants. She slowly shook her head as she turned to face him again. "I haven't seen her since she gave me some of the punch."

Scott's eyebrows knitted together as stepped back to fully look at her. "What were you hallucinating? You were screaming and clawing at the air."

Hope wiped at her face some more before standing taller. "It as nothing."

He frowned at her and she realized her hands were still shaking. "It wasn't nothing. Are you alright?"

She swallowed thickly. "I'm fine." She moved past him and ignored the hand he reached out towards her. "Forget about me. We need to find Lydia."

Scott nodded quickly, sensing she didn't want to talk about whatever she had just seen. "Okay, follow me."

They quickly met up with Stiles who as acting a little off, but as soon he saw Scott and Hope, he breathed out deeply and ran over to him. Once he got close enough, he saw how off Hope looked. He frowned and asked, "Are you alright?"

Hope took in a deep breath and hardened her eyes. "I'm fine." She then looked around the area. "Did you find her?"

Stiles glanced to Scott who shook his head and shrugged. He then turned to Hope and shook his head. "No, I haven't."

Before anything else could be spoke, a familiar voice screamed from across the other side of the pool, causing all three of them to jump.

"I can't swim!" Matt yelled out, his voice desperate, "no, no, stop, guys! I can't swim! I can't swim!"

He continued to panic as he was thrown into the water by a group of lacrosse players. He tried to come back up, but he kept panicking, scream and thrashing about. Water was going in every direction and Hope's eyes widened as she began to put two and two together.

Everybody stared as Jackson kneeled down, grabbing Matt and pulling him out of the water.

Matt breathed heavily as he stood up, completely drenched in water and panting as he looked around at all of the people watching him.

"What are you looking at?" He growled before starting to walk away. He paused right in front of the trio, his jaw clenched. He shoved Hope into Stiles and went right past them, stomping as he left the party.

Stiles held Hope's arm gently as she turned around, giving both boys knowing looks.

Sirens began to wail in the distance and some kid yelled, "cops are here! Party's over!"

Everybody began to panic as they ran away, all pushing and shoving each other to get back to their cars or run home.

Hope looked in the direction that Matt had gone, nodding at Scott. It was obvious that he was thinking the same thing that she was.

The three went after him, stopping when they saw him stood on the other side of the road to the house. He was glaring at the three of them, trembling with anger as he breathed heavily through his nose.

Hops growled as she saw the Kanima on all four by his feet. It's tail was wrapped around Matt as he hissed at the three, obviously protecting the blue eyed boy.

Stiles theory was quickly confirmed.

Matt was the Kanima's master.

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