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Cleo’s eyes focused on the fidgeting siphoner, never wavering as she contemplated the implications of the last few scenes. Clearly Lizzie’s tendency to bring out emotions in the tribrid has followed Hope into her foray into being without humanity.
The muse wondered if Lizzie would end up being the linchpin for getting Hope back. Leaning into Kaleb’s side, Cleo decided that the blonde had enough to think about without any more input from the viewing party.
Inspiration is not always necessary to find what you're looking for after all.
Lizzie opens the office door to find the stoner checking for Vardemus’ pulse, “Oh god, he is so dead.”
“No crap, dude, you killed him,” the student said with light judgment.
“Well, now we know how you survived?” MG directed a wavering smile towards the blonde, sad that she also ended up killing someone due to vampiric thirst.
Lizzie glanced at him, giving a grimace as she thought about killing the professor. Her murderous tendencies only went so far as revenge and she can’t even follow through with that. The idea that she could however kill humans she has no connection to? That is making her reevaluate some things.
Lizzie rolls up her sleeve, on a mission, and bites her wrist with a whimper. The visage is not as neat as most would come to expect.
“Most vampires make that seem a lot less painful,” Lizzie quipped as she leaned in towards the prone professor to put her bleeding wrist to his mouth. “Can I just get some space? I don’t want to get a contact high.”
Rebekah smothered a smirk at the blonde heretics' antics, “Well darling, when the time comes I’m sure we’ll be able to teach you how to avoid such a mess.”
A few dramatic seconds pass before Vardemus abruptly takes in a deep breath and sits up in fear as his student whispers in shock.
“I am just as surprised as you are Jennifer,” the professor grazed his hand against his throat, making sure that it healed. “Thank you, but I assume there’s a reason you saved my life.”
Kaleb huffed out a laugh as he watched the on screen Lizzie roll her eyes at herself, “Yeah, now it's V-Man’s turn to deal with the sapphics.”
Josie shared a look with Cleo as they kept themselves from giggling at how the two girls kept involving everyone in their oblivious mess.
Jed had no such compunctions as he gave a cackle at the way the perspective of these scenes have changed. It was becoming a romantic comedy before their eyes.
“I need your help, because as much as I want to kill Hope Mikaelson…I can’t.”
The Mikaelson siblings looked at each knowing that the sire bond theory was becoming more likely by the minute. Lizzie’s feelings for Hope tied with the fact that their niece was the one to turn her? The blonde’s chances of avoiding the bond were slim.
Cleo watched this interaction with a raised brow but couldn’t comment on their unspoken conversation as Jed spoke up.
“Oh come on. She’s just a girl, Lizzie,” Jed couldn’t hold back his smile as he opened the floor for their vampire friends.
Each boy shared a fanged grin as they turned to the blonde and shouted, “Hit her with your car!”
The siphoner only groaned into her hands as she slid further down in her seat as Josie moved an arm around her shoulders in comfort.
The next scene began suddenly as Lizzie thrust the stake towards an unmoving Hope’s heart but stopped herself inches away from completing the task.
She scoffs in disbelief as she turns back to the professor, “See what I mean? I literally can’t kill her.”
Freya closed her eyes in resignation. She knew this might happen but for Lizzie’s sake she held out hope to the contrary.
Being sire-bonded to Hope might have been something they could deal with normally, but Hope sans her humanity? Freya wasn’t sure if her niece would get through this with her relationship with the Saltzmann intact.
Vardemus considered the blonde for a second before turning to a shelf and grabbing an axe, handing it off for Lizzie to try.
Kaleb gently nudged Cleo before muttering, “Well, this looks familiar.”
“Well, if you can’t kill him, maim him,” Lizzie grins as she aims for Hope’s head only to stop herself seconds before impaling the tribrid’s forehead. “Son of a bitch. What is wrong with me?”
“No one answer that,” Lizzie spat out, giving a glare towards anyone that would dare take her counterparts' words as an invitation.
She already knew her flaws and was actively working on them. She didn’t need anymore to add to the list.
Kaleb closed his mouth at her command but then smirked. She wasn’t a heretic yet, so the blonde wouldn’t be able to hear him if he spoke at a volume for enhanced ears. “You’re a down bad, gay pining mess that can’t handle hurting Mikaelson’s pretty face.”
Kol coughed to cover up his laugh, thinking about how that is quite a drawn out way to describe sire-bond.
The professor gave out a sigh as he explained that he had a theory, but as by the nature of such a thing it must be tested. He took the axe back and swung at Hope’s head, only for Lizzie to unconsciously intercept the attack.
“Okay, why did I do that? It’s bad enough that I can’t kill her, now I’m protecting her?” Lizzie’s voice rang out with troubled emotion at her actions.
The professor put the axe away and questioned how exactly the siphoner became a heretic.
“Fell for some blue eyes and couldn’t get back up,” Josie joined in on the teasing, hoping that it would help showcase that she was fine with how her twin felt. But also as her sister, it was her given right to have some fun at Lizzie’s expense.
Genetics ruled it so, and who was Josie to argue with science?
Before Lizzie could answer, Hope took in a breath and opened her eyes with a cheeky smile, “It doesn’t matter, she won’t be one for much longer.”
Lizzie whipped around with a jab prepared, “I’m surprised you escaped, you usually suck at games. Cause they’re fun.”
Kaleb choked on a laugh, “You did not just poke at the isolationist tendencies.”
“Turns out, you’re showing up was the hint I needed,” Hope sneered. “You made yourself my problem Lizzie. All I needed to do was find your key.”
Cleo hummed in amusement at the sight of Josie and MG holding in squeals. Clearly they were having some thoughts about Lizzie and Hope’s keys being each other.
Vardemus slid Lizzie back from Hope, commenting that she wouldn’t be a problem anymore.
They watched as Hope summoned the chopstick of death from the heretic’s hand in trepidation.
“Unfortunate but not unexpected,” Rebekah murmured at her niece once again threatening to murder the blonde.
“Technically, I’m a heretic. The bi-brid to your tribrid,” Lizzie gave a smug smile as she corrected the Mikaelson on her new species, before casting a spell to burn the stake to ash.
Kol shared a mischievous grin with the group of teenagers, “I mean, do I even have to say anything at this point?”
Hope rolled her eyes as it crumbled and snapped her head towards the professor, “Do you have a pencil I could borrow?”
“Of all the weapons in this warehouse, she asks for a pencil,” Freya rubbed her fingers along her brow as she felt a headache emerging from the sheer dramatics of their niece.
“Hope, Elizabeth can do you no harm,” Vardemus interjected to the intrigue of the tribrid. “In fact, I’ll be willing to wager she’ll do anything you say.”
“What’s that now?” Lizzie asked in alarm as the room went silent.
Freya, resigned, let out a deep breath; her eyes shut as she puzzled out how to explain sire bonds to this poor girl in front of all her friends. Especially seeing as how this is information they should already know, but gods forbid Alaric Saltzmann does anything useful.
The Original witch opened her eyes as she shook her head in remorse; Freya watched as the blonde siphoner fidgeted in trepidation. Hands rubbing against each other as Lizzie’s knee bounced rapidly, the blonde understanding that whatever they were about to learn was going to turn her world on its axis.
“Do any of you know what a ‘sire bond’ is?” Freya directed her question towards the two vampiric teenagers specifically, only to be disappointed but unsurprised by the lost looks crossing the boys faces.
“This is because it was Hope’s blood that Lizzie ingested before dying, yes?” Cleo asked, searching the Mikaelsons for a hint of what is happening to her friend.
Kol scoffed, “Oh it’s a bit more than that love.”
Cutting off her brother with a scathing glare, Rebekah turned towards the twins’ couch and spoke gently. “When someone starts a vampiric existence having the blood of a vampire in their system…there is a rare unforeseen side effect depending on certain circumstances.”
Josie grabbed onto her sister’s hand, concerned by the grimace forming on Rebekah’s face, “What side effect?”
The brunette’s commanding tone took her friends by surprise, but the Mikaelson siblings were all too aware of what one would do for family.
“If someone has a strong emotional connection to the vampire that sires them, then a bond forms after the transition is complete,” Freya continued the explanation, attempting to get through it as painlessly as possible for Lizzie. “A sire bond causes a vampire to follow the will of their creator out of their loyalty, duty…or love for the sire.”
Kaleb and MG shared a haunted look as they understood a new danger that came from being a vampire. Being a ripper was almost uncontrollable, but a sire bond? There was no will at all and no bunny blood to taper the affects.
“I always knew loving Hope Mikaelson was going to kill me, but I didn’t think it would do this,” Lizzie struggled to make light of the situation as her chest tightened and voice wavered.
Silence hung in the air as they all realized that this was the first time Lizzie verbally acknowledged her own feelings. Mourning the fact that it was occurring during such a situation as this.
It’s one thing to follow someone out of love, but having no choice due to that love is another matter entirely. Love was never meant to be obedience but magic does not care for ‘meant to-s’ and ‘shouldn’t-s’.
The screen played on depicting Lizzie denying the possibility as a small smile grows at the corner of Hope’s mouth. Disappearing as she demands Lizzie’s silence.
Horror painted the faces of the students as Lizzie was unable to even open her mouth, forced to comply with Hope’s request.
The professor questioned the blonde as to which vampire's blood was in her system when she died.
The room’s turmoil mounted as the heretic had to ask permission to answer Vardemus with her eyes.
“Beats me. Whatever vampire donated their blood to the school’s first aid kits,” realization dawned on the tribrid as Lizzie kept talking in distress. “What is happening?”
Freya looked to the teenagers in concern, “She’s been giving her blood to the school? ‘Kits’ as in multiple?”
The twins shared a look in confusion as they were unaware of Hope donating to the healing supply. Since she wasn’t an activated vampire, the thought never crossed their minds.
“Do you think that’s why Dr. S stopped asking for volunteers?” MG turned to Kaleb as the theory flashed across his mind. The headmaster stopped putting up fliers for the blood donation for the hospital wing a few semester’s ago. MG just figured that the school was outsourcing instead of taking from the students.
Kaleb grimaced as he looked towards the Originals, “That coma is gonna be a dirt nap soon.”
Kol and Rebekah were grinding their fangs in anger, trying not to lash out at the Salvatore students. Never mind the magical implications of giving out her blood to just anyone, Hope was supplying the entire school with her blood.
The danger involved in that and the health concerns? The three of them were livid and the school was very lucky that they had a future to watch. Otherwise, it would be ash and the twenty or so students that still attended would have to find another educational system that would actually care for their wellbeing.
“It was my blood,” Hope’s voice shook as remorse flashed across her face before her tone hardened once more. “Which I’m guessing means you’re sired to me.”
Lizzie sucked in a breath and shakily stated, “I guess you can add this to your list, Cleo. Looks like she felt bad about me being a puppet before shutting me out again.”
Hope and the professor walked into his office only to see that both the stoner and the casket were missing. They expressed their disbelief as Lizzie hopped into the office on one foot.
“That stoner chick is gone even though I compelled her to stay,” Lizzie hopped into the corner.
“Well, it sounds like you suck at compulsion,” Hope squinted her eyes at the blonde as she taunted her.
“It was my first one, okay?” The heretic defended herself softly. “Now, will you please let me stop hopping on one leg like a drunken bunny? Being mind controlled is a major violation of my agency.”
A fond look crossed Hope’s face before she let Lizzie go, “Fine. Though you did just try to compel someone and I make the rules, remember?”
“Right,” Lizzie nodded and smiled in compliance before indignant rage shone on her face. “Son of a bitch!”
Watching the sapphic mess on screen slightly elevated the tension of the previous realizations.
“Bickering like a married couple is on my bingo card as a free space,” Jed pictured the game in his mind only to flinch as Kaleb backhanded his arm.
“Please! I am as shocked as you both that your dynamic could become even stranger,” Vardemus proclaimed in exhaustion at the girls’ gay antics as an artifact that has ties to the gods is loose in the mortal world.
And thus the ice was truly broken, as this stuffy British man who they have only interacted with twice read them for filth.
Lizzie let out a miffed squeak as the rest of the room descended into laughter, “We met the guy once! How in the actual hell…?”
“Oh darling, you do understand that makes this more amusing?” Rebekah grinned cheekily at the siphoner.
Josie gave her twin a consoling pat on the shoulder as she attempted to choke down her own laughs. The only time Vardemus was actually in their presence was during the detective noir version of the therapy box. But apparently that was enough for him to clock her twin and their bestfriend.
The brunette looked into her twin’s disbelieving eyes and decided not to mention how Hope chose to come back for Lizzie in her subconscious instead of going after that version of Landon.
Might as well give her a break, it’s not like the screen will. Josie mused as the rest of the group yet again got their kicks at the blonde’s expense.
Hope reached down and grabbed the stoner’s beanie, “Okay, I’ll find it. But, I’m only doing this because I don’t want her stuffing me in it.”
“Weak defense, especially as it implies she believes you could manage it,” Kol crossed his arms as he leant back in his seat.
Lizzie huffed in offense, but didn’t even try to protest as she was too busy hiding her elation at the fact that Hope still believed in her even without humanity.
“Know the feeling. Sucks,” Hope gave an unrepentant look at the heretic’s pointed tone before running off.
Cleo silently conjured a bingo card for Jed and snuggled into Kaleb’s side, ignoring the werewolf’s cheer.
“Sweet, now I can blow this popsicle stand before she gets back,” Lizzie turned to make her own exit.
Only to be interrupted by the professor, “I’ve heard that becoming a vampire heightens your emotions. I assume it’s true for heretics.”
“I do not need another grown man attempting to talk to me about my emotions,” the siphoner muttered in disdain as her onscreen self deflected in discomfort.
Vardemus made a plea to Lizzie, knowing that she’s a good person, asking her not to leave without saving an innocent student from Hope. By the grudging ‘son-of-a-bitch’ look written all over the blonde’s face, she knew she couldn’t leave either.
MG sped back over to give Lizzie a fist bump with a wide grin, “Hero time!”
“Ugh, fine,” she playfully rolled her eyes as she gave what constituted a bare minimum effort to return the gesture.
The scene changes to Hope coming upon Jen hauling the coffin into the back of a pick up. Something an ‘innocent student’ shouldn’t be able to do.
“Oh, what the fuck,” Jed exclaimed as his jaw dropped watching the stoner adjust the casket, his surprise mirroring the rest of the room.
A raised eyebrow of intrigue crossed the face of the Mikaelsons as this girl was obviously no mere human and held some vested interest in the burial icon.
“Hmm, you’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” Hope appeared nonchalant with her arms held behind her back as she asked why the stoner was stealing the casket. “Or better yet, why didn’t my locator spell work on you? I had to follow your scent.”
Jed smirked as Hope presented the beanie, cheering under his breath, “Represent!”
“It’s a long story man-”
“Well, I’m immortal so..”
A knowing look crossed the girl's face as she crossed her arms, “Immortality is a bitch, huh?”
“I mean not really, but I am,” Hope’s smile faded as she tilted her head.
“That’s our girl,” Rebekah grinned in delight as Lizzie attempted to smother a smile at the familiar banter.
“So start answering my questions…or I’m going to start ripping your arms off and beat you to death with them.”
Kol chuckled, “And there’s Klaus’ littlest wolf.”
Jen made an awkward face at the threat, “Well, I’m a pacifist so I don’t really want to hurt you.”
Freya and Cleo both leaned towards the screen as if it would help them understand what this girl is. She seemed familiar with the trappings of immortality and was unbothered by the tribrid making a violent advance.
“Don’t worry, you won’t,” Hope’s assurance was punctuated by the stoner easily deadlifting the coffin and hurling it at the Mikaelson, causing her to be flung into a car.
Kaleb snorted, turning his head into Cleo’s shoulder as they watched Hope do a superhero landing from falling maybe five feet.
The muse leaned back against him, noting the concern bordering on fear in the tribrid’s eyes. Yet another bullet point for the list.
Jen jumped off the truck with an exaggerated apology, “Sorry, tiny angry dude, but you don’t want to know the things that you think you do.”
The Mikaelsons spoke in a rare case of unison, “Oh but we want to know.”
Seeing their niece get thrown about without effort was something they’d rather not repeat.
Hope got to her feet, slightly tossing her head back, “First of all: ow. Second of all: now I really need to know.”
Josie shared a commiserating look with Lizzie, Hope never did know when to quit. They lived through quite a few instances of that fact.
Jen grimaced as she picked up a shard of the coffin, walking towards Hope, “Then for what it’s worth, I really wish you didn’t.”
“What happened to being a pacifist?!?” MG yelped indignantly on Hope’s behalf as the stoner moved to stake her with the metal.
Josie watched as Hope’s eyes widened in alarm, “She’s scared...”
Suddenly a hand grasped at the tribrid’s attacker and the familiar red glow of siphoning occurred. Lizzie made it in time for her hero moment, but not the one she expected. The shard clattered to the ground as Jen let go with a groan.
Lizzie barely looked at the stoner as she released her, staring down the tribrid with a smirk, “Hey, bitch.”
A soft smile came across Hope’s face as she realized Lizzie saved her.
“What kind of enemies-to-frenemies-to-friends-to-enemies-to-lovers nonsense am I looking at?” Kaleb mocked the sappy look on the supposedly humanity-less tribrid.
Rebekah huffed in amusement, “I didn’t realize the cheerleader effect crossed generations.” The look on her niece’s face was reminiscent of Klaus whenever Caroline deigned to interact with him.
God obviously gave his hardest challenges to his bravest soldiers, as Lizzie fought off blush and ignored her twin’s fit of giggles.
Jen glanced between the two girls and saw the staring contest for what it was. The enfolding of an episode of the L Word: Supernatural.
“Okay, whatever you two are? I want no part of it,” Jen began the process of noping out, interrupting the sapphic eye contact.
“It took her two seconds!” Kol cackled at the stoner’s finely tuned gaydar, clocking his niece and Blondie in record time.
Hope’s voice became contemplative and smug as she crossed her arms, “It’s not an option, apparently.”
The reminder of the sire bond caused Lizzie’s face to fall, looking at the tribrid in condemnation. Hope couldn’t hold the heretics gaze and lost all signs of satisfaction.
A triumphant smile blazed on Cleo’s face, “It’s starting.”
“The dimmer is turning up,” MG flapped his hands against the couch cushions in excitement.
Lizzie frowned at them, pointing at the screen in confusion, “What do you mean? She just ruined the vibe by reminding me that I don’t have free will.”
“Exactly, dear Elizabeth,” Rebekah parsed out what was happening as she leaned back in her seat with elegant ease.
Freya grinned in delight, “Hope is in sabotage mode; even though you’ll do what she says, she still wants to push you away.”
“Seems like a weird thing to be excited about, but you do you,” Lizzie turned to Josie in miff, giving her a ‘can you believe these bitches?’ face.
“She looks like a kicked puppy, Sabrina,” Kol drawled. “Our niece felt guilty and was immediately chastened with a look.”
Josie smiled gently at her twin, “Liza, don’t you see? You’re making Hope feel things again.”
Warmth spread over Lizzie as she considered that she might actually have an affect on Hope in this state. A humanity altering effect. She shoved the feeling down and flashed a cocky look at the room, “Of course I am, I’m amazing.”
Jen scrambled off the floor and rolled her eyes at Hope, “Well then it’s time to get high.” Then launching herself straight up in the air, flying off like a rocket.
MG had to give her points for the pun, especially with it ending in an epic reveal.
“Well, you don't see that every day,” Lizzie snarked in disbelief. “What the hell is she?”
“If I had to guess? A god.” Hope answered as the heretic gazed up at the sky with wide eyes.
Kaleb’s head fell into his hands with a thud of exasperation, “They are bringing gods into this. Cleo, can we quit? Retire even?”
“Oh fledgeling, you are nowhere near retirement,” Kol snickered at the young vampire’s pain. The Mikaelson had long since reached the point of ‘fuck it’ and it was fun watching as his niece’s friends climbed aboard.
The scene begins at night, both Hope and Lizzie standing around the demolished casket.
“Did you guys just stand outside staring at the coffin until the sun went down?” Jed wondered, baffled at the thought.
“Why the long face? You said you wanted to destroy that thing, mission accomplished,” Lizzie lazily gestured at the hunk of metal.
Hope’s head swung towards the blonde as she replied in a heavy tone, “Gods exist…if Aurora ever found that out-”
“Well, that’s your problem.”
“Actually, it’s not. Which is why I’m so depressed,” the tribrid looked at Lizzie in defeat. “As much as I don’t want it, I need your help.”
The twins’ held a matching look of shock, Hope admitting she needs help? Doesn’t happen often. Mainly because the tribrid has both a martyr and a savior complex, but that’s besides the point.
“Verbal admittance of ‘depression’? Even if it led to a jibe, it still counts,” MG spouted, happy to see some progress.
“That’s better than killing me, I think,” Lizzie rolled her eyes at herself. “Care to elaborate?”
“The bar is on the floor, Lizzie,” Kaleb just shook his head.
Hope refrained from making eye contact as she explained, “Truth is, as powerful as being the tribrid makes me, I’ve been waltzing into traps.”
“Yes! Thank you! Bloody fix that already,” Kol exclaimed in vindication, tired of watching said trap waltzing.
“Being blindsided ever since I shut off my humanity,” Hope continued, her voice tinged with sadness or remorse. “I care so little about, well everything, that I have been reckless. So, while I shudder at the thought, I need a partner in crime to take Aurora down.”
Watching as Hope ended her proposition masking her emotions with sarcasm, Josie whispered to her twin, “I’m sure her actual proposal will be much better.”
“Shut. Up. Joey,” Lizzie hissed as she slapped the brunette’s arm.
“More like a canary in the coal mine. Going after gods and bitchy vampires? Hard pass,” Lizzie began a dramatic exit only to stop as Hope reminded her of the sire bond.
“Ha, you thought,” Kaleb jested as the Lizzie on screen steeled herself and turned back to the tribrid with flair.
“Hope, just imagine how annoying heretic me will be,” Lizzie walked back towards Hope, her words pitched and eyes wide. “See how heightened my desperation is right now? That’s gonna get old real quick. Not to mention, all my friends are gonna come looking for me the second they find out what happened.”
“You almost had her with the annoyance angle, but mentioning the rest of the junior Justice League? Mistakes were made darling,” Rebekah gently warned the siphoner.
“What? Why was it a mistake?” Jed asked before Kol just pointed back to the screen.
“That’s why.”
“Not if you do what I tell you,” Hope shrugged uncaringly. “Which you have to.”
“Are we not going to talk about the height difference?” Kaleb motion towards the screen with amused incredulity. “I know baby Mikaelson is wearing boots right now and her eyes barely meet your chin!”
The scene shifts to Lizzie sitting in an astral projection circle as Hope lounges against a car staring at the heretic.
“You think he bought it?” The tribrid asked as Lizzie’s eyes opened, ending the spell.
Lizzie climbed off the floor, “If there's one thing I’ve always been able to do, it’s manipulate Milton Greasley. Even in astral projection form.”
Hope gave an amused pout as Lizzie boasted.
“One: the full name? That hurts Lizzie,” MG mockingly placed his hand against his heart. “Two: just because it’s true, doesn’t mean you have to say it.”
“As far as he’s concerned, I’m going to spend some time with my mom to get accustomed to being a vampire and you are too dangerous to be around,” Lizzie started to glower at the smug face of her unfeeling friend. “At least that last part is true, but I hate that you made me lie to him.”
It was a plausible lie, but Rebekah already called dibs on teaching Lizzie. Caroline be damned.
“...And you are forgiven,” MG turned to the blonde with a smile.
“Get over it, this could become the beginning of a beautiful mutually beneficial relationship,” Hope gazed softly at Lizzie as she tried to sell this situationship.
“Hope, for the last time: I don’t want to do this!” she pleaded with a scoff. “I haven’t even gotten my head around being immortal. Much less being immortal and being on a suicide mission. So, mutually beneficial my ass, there is nothing in this for me.”
“I’m slapping her too,” Josie narrowed her eyes as she watched her sister’s turmoil caused by their emotionally stunted tribrid. Lizzie wasn’t the only one who got to be protective.
“Sure there is, because once Aurora is dead, I’ll make you promise not to kill me and I will send you on your way. You’ll be free-ish,” Hope scrunched her nose as she finished her sentence.
Freya was getting more certain with each word out of her niece’s mouth that Lizzie was going to be the one to break Hope’s humanity strike. Even with Lizzie being under her control, Hope was concerned about how the blonde’s presence would affect her state of being.
And judging by the heretic’s face on the screen? Lizzie was beginning to see that too.
Voice hoarse with emotion, Lizzie questioned, “Do you really expect me to believe that?”
“I could make you? It’s easier,” Hope shrugged as if that made the offer better.
“Don’t bother, codependency is my crutch and if I have to help you kill anyone? Aurora’s pretty high up my list.”
“The wedding will be spectacular and I will even let you invite the cheerleader,” Rebekah announced in response to Lizzie getting on the kill-Aurora train.
Lizzie looked back at the vampire stupefied, “Thank you for your generosity, allowing my own mother to come to the wedding.”
Kaleb turned to Jed and MG, “She’s agreed to a wedding, get it in writing. Hope’s going to faint when she comes back.”
“Great,” Hope tossed keys to Lizzie, who just barely caught them. “You drive while I nap.”
“Feels like Buffy and Faith are pulling a Thelma and Louise,” MG joked as the scene ended with Lizzie rolling her eyes before getting into the front seat of the pick up.
The blonde in question had her eyes closed, repeatedly muttering under her breath, “At least it wasn’t a Twilight reference.”
Even with the reality of Lizzie being sire bonded to Hope, there was still an excited anticipation that came with her continued presence.
With every scene, they were closer to Hope’s humanity.
Every smile, gaze and charged sentence that came from Hope gave proof that Lizzie would be a catalyst.
And they couldn’t wait to see it.