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"Elizabeth, my prettiest distraction...." Hope began playing with a lock of the heretic's blonde hair, twirling it around her finger, her voice uncharacteristaclly sweet, "Dance with me?"
Lizzie scoffed. They had been to three nightclubs in the past week and in each one of them Hope chose to play the role of the grumpy whiskey drinker and refused to even dance once with her, but now, all of a sudden, in this random relatively empty bar playing god awful country music with literally nobody else dancing, she was in the mood for it?
"And why the hell would I-"
In an instant Lizzie felt herself being pulled from her seat at the bar table and her back pressed against the nearby wall, the sound of some band poster crinkling behind her piercing her heightened senses. She had gotten better control over it thanks to Hope (not that she'd ever be caught dead admitting that fact) but particular sounds still made her cringe. And that was certainly one of them.
"You see those pigs over there?" Hope practically growled as she gestured over her shoulder.
Lizzie's eyes fell upon a group of four smarmy looking men sitting on the other side of the bar, staring back at her with shit-eating sneers that caused a lump to form in the blonde's throat.
"For the past twenty minutes, while trying to tune out this sorry excuse for music, I've had to listen to those rotten bastards go on about all the things they claim they'd do if they got their slimy hands on you," Lizzie swallowed as Hope leaned in closer, pressing her body against the heretic's, warm breath tingling Lizzie's ear as she continued. "So I decided that perhaps dancing with you would provide me a good distraction and would stop me from storming over there and melting their miniscule brains or ripping their audacious heads off or whatever other diabolical, sadistic punishment I could come up with on the spot. You were the one who told me I should stop doing that, weren't you?"
Lizzie slowly nodded, knowing full well that this version of Hope would never bluff about "teaching someone a lesson" no matter how harsh or cruel.
"And besides," Hope began trailing her fingers along the side of Lizzie's legs, causing the blonde to shiver despite Hope's overwhelming body heat and making the hem of her dress (one that Hope had recently bought her, and insisted she wore) ride up higher than intended, "I also thought I could use it as an opportunity to show those assholes that the only person who'd be laying their hands on you sweetheart is me."
Lizzie's breathing hitched and a devilish grin spread across Hope's face, and she immediately knew that the arrogant son of a bitch was aware of the effect she had on her and was more than eager to take advantage of it.
Hope's hands found the heretic's hips, smirk never faltering. "But now, I think the rapid beating of your heart has given me a new, alternative idea to tell those pricks to back off on what's mine...."
Had this been literally anyone else, especially a guy, treating her like their property and looking at her like their first meal after being starved for a week the way the tribrid was, Lizzie would've slapped them across the face - multiple times - but Hope? Oh, Hope was a different story.
Something about Hope made her feel wanted, desired, protected. Lizzie knew it was kind of twisted, but why bother caring when one of the hottest people she's ever met is pressing her body against her going on about showing people she belongs to her and no one else could ever have her?
Possesiveness looked very good on Hope Mikaelson.
"And what is this idea of yours exactly Mikaelson?" Lizzie managed to breath out.
Hope didn't respond, instead grabbing the heretic's ass, lifting her up slightly and smashing her lips against Lizzie's greedily.
Lizzie immediately reciprocated, wrapping her legs around Hope for support.
After what felt like a blissful eternity of tongues at war and lips clashing for Lizzie (which in reality was only a few minutes) the pair pulled apart, the blonde completely out of breath and her face flushed.
Hope smirked triumphantly, about to lean in to catch Lizzie's lips with her own again - but she froze at the sound of someone clearing their throat and a few bouts of snickering.
Lizzie forced her head to the side to look around Hope, partially terrified to even look at the faces of the men who had certainly just signed their very, very painful death wishes.
"How'd you ladies like to get out of here with us and go have some fun? We're plenty talented, we could teach you a thing or two if you give us another little show like-"
Hope had heard more than enough. Without even turning around, she raised her fist and slowly began clenching it, causing the arrogant man to start choking and gargling on his own voice, clawing at his throat helplessly as he fell to his knees. With a simple flick of her wrist his head snapped clean off, Lizzie gasping in horror and burying her head in the tribrid's shoulder to avoid the gruesome sight. And the blonde knew for a fact that this was only the beginning of Hope's retaliation.
"Lizzie, baby, go wait for me in the car." Hope muttered as she pulled away from her and turned to face the now terrified men.
Lizzie, unable to disobey the command due to the sirebond but was more than happy to leave the would-be crime scene, vamped over to the door, giving Hope one last glance before making her way out to the parking lot to find their stolen car of the week.
She winced as she heard the sound of shattering glass and looked back to see two men lying smeared in blood on the sidewalk, eyes gauged out. Hope nonchalantly stepped out the door wiping her hands in what looked to be some sort of dishcloth, which the tribrid then discarded on the ground as she made her way towards the car.
"Don't worry, I compelled the rest of them. There won't be any trouble but we should probably skip town in the morning just to be sure."
Lizzie just nodded meekily as Hope placed her hands on the blonde's hips, pulling her closer. "What do you say we head back to the motel and have one last hurrah before we say fuck it to this place?"