“You inspired goodness in me and unlike all of the souls i’ve encountered and forgotten. I will carry you with me.”
“You inspired goodness in me and unlike all of the souls i’ve encountered and forgotten. I will carry you with me.”
“Aunt Freya, do you miss them?” Hope questioned as she saw her family celebrate Christmas Eve together. Sitting at the dining table, she reminisced the time when her parents and uncle were also a part of it.
“I miss them a lot. My whole life, I have craved for a family and when I finally had that. It was taken away from me” she replied hoarsely as she glanced over the empty head chair. No one wanted to sit there after it was Klaus Mikaelson’s place for more than a hundred years. Now, it was just a symbol for the family that was no longer with them.
“I miss them all too. Everyday. I try really hard to not think about all of them at school. But when I see the Saltzman twins with their parents, I just feel so unlucky and unwanted.”
“You know why you were named Hope?”
“Actually, Mom never told me about it.”
“You were born in a city that was hell bent on wiping out the Mikaelson bloodline. In those times, we had no will to continue but then you came along. You were this family’s Hope and we all fought to make this world a safe place for you.” Freya looked directly in to her eyes as she spoke those words with conviction. “So don’t you go on thinking that you are unwanted or unlucky. You have family that looks over you from beyond the grave.”
“Aunt Freya, I just miss them a lot,” her broken voice filtered through the room and the whole room started shaking vigorously. The lamp bulbs shattered and everyone looked at Hope with a mixture of panic and fear.
“Hope, calm down!” shouted Rebecca from across the room while gripping on to the dining table.
“Everyone out!” bellowed Kol as the cutlery scattered on the floor and the chandelier shattered just a few feet away from them. The whole family scrambled out but Freya, Rebecca and Kol stayed behind to help rein back Hope’s emotions.
“Freya, cast a spell on her and calm her down,” Rebecca called out as the situation got worse.
“I am trying but she is too powerful. Hope, control yourself.”
“Aunt Freya, please help me,” cried out Hope as she backed in to a corner while more cracks appeared in the roofs.
“Ok. Hope concentrate. Remember we talked about your happy place, try remembering it.”
Closing her eyes, she pictured her parents sitting next to each other and gazing at her with big smiles plastered on their face. She gazed at them from behind her canvas and laughed along with them when Landon dropped yet another paint bottle out of nervousness. Slowly, she got her feelings under control and the rumbling stopped.
“Honey, stop crying please. I know you miss them. We all do but remember, they are always here with us. We will always be together,” Rebecca took her crying mess of a niece in to her arms and they all sat on the floor together.
“Always and Forever.”
“Always and Forever,” came their collective reply and they all went in for a group hug.
The demons are not easy to escape,
But at least i tried.
That’s more than you can say.
They got their hooks embedded deep inside us all.
It would be easier to just drown,
Drown in the sea of sorrows.
Nothing is helping me stay afloat right now.
Give me a reason,
And this will all be in the past.
My demons are my companions.
“Hell truly hath no fury like the woman scorned.”
“Zola, what did you break now?” came Meredith’s exasperated voice from the washroom.
“Aunty, save me!” Zola directed her hazel, brown eyes towards her Aunt Amelia. Bailey and Ellis looked at them with widened eyes and stayed absolutely silent in their dining chairs. They knew better than to cause trouble when mom was about to be really mad.
“Just go to your bedroom and get ready. I will handle Mer,” replied Amelia without taking her eyes off the peanut butter sandwich mess that she was making on the table counter.
“Who did this?” Meredith’s high pitched voice travelled through the kitchen. “Zola, I told you not to play around the picture table.”
“Young lady, did you break one of the pictures again?” inquired Amelia with a disapproving look.
“It was just a mistake,” Zola responded silently and escaped to her room. God answered her prayers at that exact time because a bus’s honk resonated throughout the house. “Come on guys, we are going to be late.”
All three kids ran out of the house without so much as uttering another word. They knew better than to poke the lioness, especially when she has gone completely silent after a disaster.
“Meredith, what are-” stopping mid sentence, she took in the sight in front of her. Her sister in law was leaning against the sofa with tears streaming down her face and a broken picture frame clutched to her face.
“I am sorry. It’s just this picture and today’s date.”
Confused, Amelia peered down at her lap and immediately understood what was happening. It was Meredith and Derek’s picture from Alex’s wedding. Their laughs still echoed through Amelia’s mind and she was left baffled over how much her brother meant to the girl sitting in front of her. Those eyes lost their sparkle and her empty laugh did nothing to soothe Amelia. She knew Meredith was not okay.
“Derek and I met today. I was just a girl in a bar and he was a guy in a bar. That day changed my life. I was depressed and I wanted to just end it all. But he came and everything was better,” she sniffled as she slowly caressed the broken frame.
“Derek had that kind of affect on people. He was the only family member that never gave up on me. I was never a disappointment to him and he was the only one I Iooked up to,” A mournful smile appeared on her lips and she accompanied Meredith on the floor. “For God’s sake, I became a neurosurgeon. You should have been there to see the look on his face when I announced it to him. He was ecstatic to say the least.”
“I never apologised about not including in the decision regarding his death.”
“Mere, you don’t have to-”
“No, I do. I was on autopilot that day from the moment the police knocked on my door. The only thing that I could think about at that God Forsaken hospital room was that Derek was in pain. I could not bear to think about him being stuck in that condition.”
Hugging her sideways, she rested her head on Meredith’s shoulder,”I know that I said I wanted to be involved in the decision but now I know that I couldn’t have. I would be stuck and that would have only made Derek suffer more.”
“The only way I could have made that decision was because I know in my heart that Derek is waiting for me. I am just waiting for that day to come.”
“However, that day is not coming for a long time. Now Missy, we have to get to work otherwise Bailey is going to have us for her lunch.”
“Funny, isn’t it? The way the memory works. The things you can’t quite remember, and the things you never forget. The carousel never stops turning.”
When you said goodbye,
I didn’t know it was forever.
There is a giant hole in my heart.
I don’t know what to do anymore.
My feelings run rampant.
You were the only one who could rein them back in.
Death is a cruel entity-
She does not care about anyone.
But she could have at least considered,
Considered that I would have no one afterwards.
Skimming through a 1000 page book in just a few minutes, a small frown adorned his unusually large forehead. He brushed his messy hair out of his eyes and continued on while spinning on his office chair.
“Spencer, we have a case. Conference room in ten minutes,” Penelope muttered quickly while strutting away in her fancy new pink panther heels.
“Pretty boy, come quickly. This is going to be really interesting,” stated Derek goofily as he eagerly skidded towards the conference room.
“Why is everyone trying to rush me? I only need a few minutes to complete this book,” murmured Spencer to himself and continued reading through his new Phillip Roth book.
Rossi passed through his cubicle and slapped him playfully st the back of his head. “Reid, in these few moments, the whole of Las Vegas will be wiped out by this serial killer.”
“Actually that is not plausible unless the serial killer switches his MO from stabbing victims to nuclear bombs,” Reid spoke out enthusiastically all the while following Rossi in to the room, forgetting all about his books. “The population of Las Vegas is - and the only way possible to wipe them all out is through nuclear means.”
“You finally got him to stop reading that book!” cheered Emily as she watched them both enter the room.
“But the cost was me getting some unnecessary information,”
“Take one for the team, Rossi”
“Hello! I am right here,” Reid stated as he raised both his hands in exasperation. Penelope just continued arranging the slides and kept on ignoring them all. Derek just spun around in his chair while looking at some cat videos that his baby girl sent him.
“Oooo, you are watching the videos that I sent to you. Aren’t they just the cutest?” Penelope started the conversation eagerly.
“Baby girl, this cat does not stand a chance in front of you.”
“Yes, I am.” Penelope continued with her work while making her way around the table. Disregarding their conversation, Rossi and Emily continued teasing Reid.
“Stop making fun of him. He is just imparting his wisdom to you guys,” Hotch defended the poor guy and took his place on the head chair.
“Thank you, Hotch,” Reid’s high pitched voice echoed through the room and he finally decided to sit down.
“Okay, so I got a call today from the Las Vegas County and they have a serial killer roaming around their streets…” Penelope continued talking about the case with a grimace on her face.
“We have approximately 48 hours to catch this killer or else there is going to be another murder at our hands,” Hotch concluded the meeting and closed the tab in his hands. “Wheels up in 20.”
“Everything’s a choice. Nobody’s born good. Nobody’s born evil. It’s always a choice.”
“Zayn, get back on stage. You are late!” shouted Paul as he saw the teenage boy running towards the backstage with a cheeky smile plastered on his face. Looking at his expression, Paul knew that this little rascal had done something and now Paul had to handle it. ’Why did I chose this job?’ he thought as his eyes lingered ruefully at the transparent, night sky.
“They can wait for a few seconds,” Zayn panted harshly as his tattooed hands gripped on to his knees.
“Zayn, you did something, didn’t you?” Liam asked and gave him a disapproving look.
“Oh Liam, loosen up, will ya?” Zayn stated nonchalantly all the while fixing his hair quickly in the mirror. Louis and Harry just looked at the two of them with an unconcerned look and continued watching cat videos on their phone.
“Guys, we have to take our positions. It is time,” ignoring everyone, Niall just strapped on his black, acoustic guitar. “We can do this later. You both are always fighting”
Zayn just passed behind Liam and flicked his ear. Harry stared at the both of them and flicked Louis’s ear.
“Ow! That hurts, mate” Louis hollered as he lunged from the sofa and looked at Harry accusingly.
“It seemed that Liam wasn’t affected so…,” he shrugged and kept his eyes trained on the cat chasing its own tail. Niall burst out laughing and joyous tears pooled his electric blue eyes. Looking at all of them, Paul just wondered how girls adored them. He wanted to make a video of this moment and upload it on the internet but the management would fire him this time for sure. Apparently, it contributed to negative publicity or something.
“Where is he? I am going to kill him today,” a buff, blonde guy yelled with pink paint dripping down his chin. He stormed towards them while leaving a hot pink liquid trail behind him.
“Gotta go. Fans are waiting,” Zayn ran towards the stage and the others followed shortly. “Good Evening Milan!”
“Forgive him, please. He is just a teenager,” addressing him, Paul apologetically stared at the pink man.
“I am going to complain to the manager. This is the third time this week.”
“He is so cute and innocent. Do you want him to get scolded by Simon and ruin his whole tour?”
“Okay, I won’t complain but this is the last time,” he receded and went to take a shower. Paul just shook his head as he knew that this was not going to be the case. However, he just settled on the sofa and watched their concert. ‘Whatever anyone says, these boys can sing.’ That made up for everything in Paul’s mind.
“You were like coming up for fresh air. It’s like I was drowning and you saved me.”
“I shouldn’t mind learning why- why the sun do shine on the just and unjust alike.”
Growing up, begging was never an option.
You had to take what was yours.
But now all I can do is beg.
Beg for your love.
Beg for you to stay.
But you won’t listen.
I am just someone you broke.
The pieces are in your hand,
And you just scattered them in to the air.
Like I was nothing.
I am begging.
Please come back.
Please fix me-
Few months after Tony Stark’s death.
“Little miss Morgan Stark, what are you doing up so late?” questioned Piper sternly as she stood in the doorway of his office. Do not go there Pep, you need to concentrate. Thinking this, she focused her welled up eyes on the four year old toddler standing in front of her and fiddling with her chubby little fingers.
“Mommy, I was just trying to see if daddy was back” she replied with hope lingering in her warm, green eyes. Pepper did not have the heart to tell her again that her father was never going to use this office again. This office was his sanctuary. he spent most of his time here, even forgetting about his dates with Pepper because he was so engrossed in installing a new fire jet in his Iron Man suit. But now this office remained empty and no one was allowed in. His things were not to be tempered with. That was his rule and Pepper will make sure that it is followed even after he is gone.
“Baby, I told you that Daddy went on a trip to heaven and he is really enjoying it up there,” Pepper stated soothingly as she knelt in front of her. Looking up close, Morgan reminded her so much of Tony. The way she pieced together her science space rocket without any help and made a functioning boat engine out of some spare parts from the tool box in the kitchen. She had definitely inherited the engineering genes from her father side of the family and Pepper could just see her outrunning her fathers legacy one day.
"But it has been so long. Doesn’t he know that I miss him?” whining she took a step back as Pepper extended her arms to pick her up.
“Daddy is really happy up there with grandpa and grandma and we need to be understanding honey. Now, let’s get back to bed,” she patiently explained to her daughter and carried her to her bedroom.
“FRIDAY, turn off the lights,” Pepper called out while walking upstairs towards their rooms.
“Mommy, tell Daddy that I understand. I will be a good girl and I love him 3000,” she sleepily stated to her mother and hugged her iron man stuff toy close to her.
“He loves you 3000 as well,” choking up, she switched off the lights and slowly closed the door. Wiping a tear that had escaped despite her resolve, she walked towards her bedroom where loneliness awaited her.
“If you’re wrong and there’s a hell…then I guess I’ll see you there.”
I am drowning.
Whenever I come up for fresh air,
My body gives out.
Breathing is a foreign concept to me.
I have been holding my breath for so long.
It has now become a bodily reflex.
I want to break free.
However, the chains drag me further down.
This is my final cry for help.
Somebody please save me.
I beg you-
“We have to find another way to bring them back,” Hope stated with determination as she frantically rummaged through her grandmother’s thousand year old grimoire. Hope was unintentionally impressed by her; that woman might have been out to kill her but she was one of the most powerful witch that ever lived.
“Hope, this is pointless,” sighed Freya as she stood helplessly on the doorstep of her departed brother’s office. Yesterday, this house was bustling with the Christmas spirit with laughter echoing through its walls. Today, the hollow whispers of the dead reverberates through the empty walls. New Orleans was her family’s home but now it was just a reminder of what she had lost. She could not wait to get out of this place, leave these memories behind but Hope was her family, her responsibility. Abandoning her would never be an option.
“But Aunt Freya, he died because of me; they both did. I can not have that on my consciousness as well,” she slumped on the office chair that belonged to her father. Lightly tracing the mahogany table, tears pooled her round shaped sea green eyes but she did not let them escape. “Emotions are for the weak,” her dad had once said and she was Klaus Mikaelson’s daughter. She was not weak. She was a tribrid for God’s sake.
“Sweetie, they both knew what they were doing. They both finally had something that was worth dying for. They both died with love in their hearts and they are at peace now,” Freya said while gripping her hands tenderly and sitting on her knees in front of her.
“He had to teach me so much about how to control my powers. What will I do now? I can not do this alone,” sobs raked through her body as she brokenly looked down at their joined hands.
“You are not alone. We are family and family sticks together. Always and forever. Now let’s go, Kelianne is waiting for us in the car,” saying this she stood and gently led her out of the office.
She turned back one last time to gaze longingly at her father’s empty castle and promised to meet everyone of her family’s expectations. She would not let her parents or her Uncle Elijah down. They will always remain with her and she will carry on her family’s legacy.
Home is where the heart is.
Well, my heart lost its sense of direction after you were gone.
It is not stable anymore.
I have no home now.
No sense of comfort or warmth.
God please have mercy on my broken soul.
If only I could endure this pain,
Maybe I would be worthy of your forgiveness.
“You need to stop trying so hard, Jace,” whispered Clary soothingly while massaging his shoulders in a circular motion.
“Stop talking!” he snapped but immediately clamped his mouth shut as realization hit him. Clary was the only one who could look past his facade. Whether she inherited this trait from his sperm donor, Valentine, or she knows him too well, he will never know.
Clary gently slid away from him and hastily walked towards the washroom. Too late did he realise what was happening, he pushed her away when he is the only important person left in her life.
“Darling please open the door,” he pleaded as he started banging on the door, while she just silently put the lock in place. Muffling her sobs proved a difficult task over the constant assault that was happening to the only barrier that stood between them.
After sometime, he laid on the bed as the exhaustion from the past few days hit him like a truck. Jace’s lids only closed for a few seconds when he heard a silent click. Watching her walk out with her red, swollen eyes and messed up hair, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. At least she was physically alright.
“We need a break, Jace. I need one from us. I am sorry,” saying this she waltzed out of their important in the middle of the night, probably heading over to Alex and Magnus’s place on the second floor. Beyond speechless, he just stared at the wall in front of him which held the most precious moments of their life together these past two years; from bumping in to each other for the first time to them getting engaged last week.
Things might never be the same but the only way to mend his relationship was to come clean to her. Valentine was still alive and he was searching for Clary to fulfill his misguided vision. Determined to get her back, he dropped her a text and went in to a restless sleep.