The Vengeful Mikaelson

Hope didn't look at Newt as they followed Theseus across the Ministry grounds. She knew he might not like this side of her, but it was her true self. The part hidden from her for so long was finally back. The power she felt at her fingertips had been stored away for nearly three years. 

Three years of living in exile inside her own mind.

"How deep do we need to go?" Hope whispered as they came upon what seemed a side entrance.

Unlocking the door, Theseus glanced over his shoulder at her. "It's three flights below, not too far, but hazardous materials are lying about. It's under construction for a reason."

Hope nodded and started down the steep steps where he propped the iron door open. She felt Newt right on her heels.

"Hope," he murmured, taking hold of her arm, "I know you want revenge, but they'll-"

"Kill me?" Hope asked and smirked. "Been there. Done that. Moving on." She sighed then, watching his worried eyes flick between the bottom of the stairs and her face. Carefully, she took his face in her hands. "Whether they kill me or not, I'm not going down without a fight. You can stay here if you'd like. I'm going."

Newt took a slow, deep breath and nodded slowly. "It's no question I'm going to; it's just that…watching you die was…"

Swallowing hard, she nodded and stroked his bottom lip tenderly. "I know," she murmured, "but we have to try."

With an agreed nod, they descended the steps while Theseus kept watch from above. Disappearing into the Wizarding Construction Zone below.

The further they went, the colder it got. Hope could eventually see her breath, but her limbs were still on fire as she continued. One pressing matter on her mind.

Revenge.

Voices drifted from the room to the left further down the hallway. Hope paused now and listened. Nodding to herself, she turned to Newt.

"Listen to me carefully," she whispered, "Stay here and be my backup. If they shoot to kill first and ask questions later, at least I'll return. You won't. Catch any stragglers if they come by."

"Hope-"

She silenced him with a kiss and bit his lip. Hard.

"Promise me," Hope growled.

Shuddering, Newt nodded. "I promise." He finally murmured reluctantly.

With one last kiss, Hope turned and strode down the hallway.

Now then, she thought, time to make an entrance.

Stopping at the closed double doors where she heard voices beyond, she pushed her forward, and they crashed open like a boulder slammed into them. Eyes of gold, she marched through, taking in the scene.

Albus was chained to the far wall, panting heavily. It seemed he'd been enduring one of the unforgivable curses.

All eyes turned to Hope, and all voices ceased.

Hope met Albus' wide, confused eyes. He seemed to be opening his mouth to say something but couldn't speak.

"What's going-" Syliva strode from behind a few false Aurors and froze. Hope watched as her eyes scanned her entire body. Then again. "That's… that's impossible." She blinked in bewilderment, her face flushing, but Hope couldn't exactly tell what emotion she was feeling. "I killed you."

A slow smirk graced Hope's lips. "Hm, I don't disagree with you." A sensation of triumph filled her soul. This, oh, she'd been waiting for this moment for far too long. Her eyes scanned Syliva like the predator she was.

"It's a trick!" Syliva's dazed expression morphed into one of hate.

"Is it?" Hope asked, walking forward. She was immediately met with every 'Auror,' at least twenty, raising their wands at her. "Hm…" Hope looked around and nodded slowly. "I will give you one chance and one chance only." She searched their faces, her own stone-cold. "You can walk away now. Through that door." She pointed to the one across the way in the far corner. "But if you choose to attack," she paused, "I will kill you all."

A few chuckled, holding their wands steady, as Syliva grinned. She noticed some were a few of the Poachers from the camp she'd been in. Ah, that's how they'd known she was in New York. Sylvia had tipped them off.

"Fine then." With her eyes not leaving Syliva's, Hope raised her hands and with a quick twist of both wrists, every 'Auror's' head snapped to the side. They fell to the ground in unison as limp bodies that would never breathe again.

Syliva's grin dropped, and took an immediate step back. Her soaring heart rate was like music to Hope's ears.

"I did give them a choice," Hope smiled wickedly as she walked toward her, a new light in her eyes that might remind someone of arson, "you, however, will not be receiving the same luxury."

Syliva started to raise her wand, but Hope tilted her head to the side with a quick jolt before she could get it past her knee. The bones in Syliva's hand cracked and morphed into disuse, forcing her to drop the wand. Sylvia screamed as she clutched her hand to her chest, but Hope advanced forward. Even as her prey, with fearful, tear-soaked eyes, crawled backward to retreat.

Hope moved with a vampire's speed and had her suddenly pinned to the wall, a hand enclosed around her throat, not far from Albus.

"You've tormented me all this time- and for what?" Hope squeezed her hand harder, eyes flashing. "I liked you. It's a shame, really." She looked her over, watching her sputter and claw her nails to her hand to try and pry her fingers off her windpipe.

Hope would let no such thing happen, but she did loosen her grip a little to hear what she had to say.

"You were in the way." Syliva croaked, eyes popping a little from their sockets.

"Why kill Lisette? What did she have to do with any of this?"

"Who?" Syliva gasped as Hope tightened her grip once more.

"You know who!" Hope growled fangs bared in her face. "She didn't deserve to die because you had some petty drama against me."

Hope watched as her lips turned a pale blue, still struggling to breathe.

"And here I thought we could have been good friends," Hope sighed, "since you were so keen to take away my heart…" Hope glanced over at Albus, who watched her intently with his indigo eyes. She looked back at Sylvia. "It's only fair that I take yours."

Hope shoved her hand into Syliva's chest, seeing Albus jump from the corner of her eye, and ripped her hand free. Holding the organ in her blood-soaked hand, she let Syliva drop to the floor with a dead thud, then tossed the still-warm heart next to the body. An ecstasy like no other filled Hope to the brim. She soaked it in like a desert receiving rain in a drought.

She wiped her hand clean on Sylvia's shirt before turning to Albus. Hope didn't meet his eyes as she began undoing his chains, but she felt his ever-present stare on her features.

"Newt's waiting in the hall. Thought it best if he didn't watch."

Albus didn't respond or move from where he stood at the wall. Finally, Hope met his gaze. She couldn't quite place the look in his eyes, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

"You risked a lot coming here…" Albus trailed off, voice graveled.

Hope eyed him a moment before smirking. 

"I'm Hope fucking Mikaelson. What have I to lose?"