Siphon
Josie stares at Hope.
Which is slightly creepy since she had been doing it for a few hours. But Hope said nothing, too busy doing the Portland newspaper crossword.
Josie had tried in every way imaginable to get the attention of the tribride.
Golly she even started singing her a few songs with her ukulele and she didn't even have the right to a smile.
Maybe if she set fire to-
No. It's not a good idea.
She had hoped that after making faces, making jokes, silly dancing, singing a few songs, she would at least get a smile or the wait for the tribride. But she had no other thing than the icy silence.
Josette remembers that Hope had mentioned some time ago that she hated lies or hidden truths.
Maybe if she was honest ...
No.
Yes.
Maybe ...
What did she have to lose ?
She gets up from the couch where she and Hope were both sitting. She returned later with a chair and settled just before Hope.
“Uh, I don't really know where to start…” Josie starts, which catches the attention of Hope who looks at her confused.
"You can start by leaving."
"No. Look, I know you're mad because I kind of hid you that I did a little slaughter and-" Josie couldn't finish her sentence.
"A little massacre ?! For you nothing ever matters! It's nobody is not important to you! You take a joke, without a single second thought about what others might feel!" Hope got angry, completely stopping what she was doing.
"You're wrong. These people were important to me, that's why I killed them. And I made sure how my grandfather feels as I allowed him to be in the front row to see the show, I used a spell that crippled him and prevented him from using magic. "Explains Josie with a small smile, proud to prove to Hope that she was wrong.
Hope sighs and looks at her with disbelief and sadness. "What about me? Am I important to you? When we get out of this prison world, you'll kill me too, right?" she asked, looking down.
"No, I don't want to hurt you! Look, I know I can be ..." Josie takes a few seconds to choose her words "Crazy, and a little sociopath, I'm not going to lie to you, I I'm probably a little ... But it's people, I hated them all, I wanted them to suffer. "The brunette sits on the sofa next to the tribride. "But you, Hope Mikealson, are the only one who has been that kind to me"
Hope laughs bitterly "The only person?" she did not believe it for a second.
"Sometimes Lizzie was nice to me, that's why I just took her spleen off." Josie says. "I could have him pull the lungs and then slit his jugular but I did not, I am kind you saw."
"And you're surprised that I don't talk to you anymore."
"Hope, you're not like them."
"What makes you think that? I might be like your family, obviously they hate you for some reason that-" Hope didn't finish her sentence as Josie hit the lamp next to her in anger.
"I'm scared, okay!" She starts to get up and to pace from time to time breaking objects that is in her path. "I am a siphon." She announces in a small voice, Hope had to strain her ears to understand what the other girl was saying.
"What is it?" Hope asked not quite knowing what the other girl was talking about.
"This is a witch who has not its own magic."
"I have never heard before."
"It's very rare, and unique to my congregation. Most often they get murdered by the Coven Gemini, they don't like anomalies very much."
"That's why you have them killed?" Josie shakes her head negatively, "so why?"
"You know when you have your own family decree that you are a dark rottenness and that I am nothing but Malachai's legacy. The best thing is to prove them right. "
Hope is silent and analyzes the new information Josie had given her. She doesn't really know what to do: Should she trust Josie and risk her having a massacre again?
No, it's way too risky.
But if Josie doesn't kill people.
Hope is lost, she does the only thing that makes sense to her, "give me every good reason to trust you or let you out of this prison."
"Easy, I'm funny, beautiful, nice, smart and you like you." Said the brunette charmingly, smiling slyly.
"Seriously Jo." Scold Hope.
"But there are a lot of them, don't you want to put three earlier?" Josie sits down and Hope rolled her eyes in agreement. "Alright, when I get out of here, I don't think I'll go to my congregation for revenge. Actually I'm not sure what I would do, the future seems so strange ... "
"I already told you that I would help you when we get out of here." Hope responds quickly.
"Thanks." Josie begins to think about a second reason, "It's going to be Christmas soon, when it's that time I feel much less inclined to kill."
"How do you know it's almost Christmas?"
"I've been counting the days since you got here. Can I stop at two reasons?" Josie asks with puppy eyes, Hope rolls her eyes and avoids looking at the other girl.
"No."
"You might not like that reason. I said it the same way?"
"Yes." Hope answers very intrigued, Josie seems quite serious.
"I think… That…" Josie seems to embarrass her and searches for her words "I think I'm in love with you. I just want to be with you."
Hope looks at her in surprise, her heart racing at this news. That's what she always wanted to hear from the other girl.
"Guess we're gonna get out of here." Awkwardly say Hope, Josie sadly and nods.
"I'll get my things and we'll head back to Mystic Falls." Hope watches Josie leave before getting up to catch up with her.
"Jo wait!"
The two girls are now face to face.
"Yeah?" Josie secretly hopes that Hooe will return her feelings to her.
"You forgot your glasses." Hope hand over the glasses Josie put on to make Hope laugh.
Annoyed Josie takes them and puts them in her pocket, she goes up the stairs to get her bag.
She shouldn't have read all those romance books in the Salvatore library, it gave her false hope.