Hello all, so I was late to the party with the whole Vampire Diaries universe watching both it and The Originals on Netflix. However, I still hate the ending of The Originals with the whole Klaus and Elijah die thing. Since one of my favorite parts of the show was the relationship between Klaus and his daughter Hope. So this is going to be a series of stories that might include some elements of Vampire Diaries, it's an idea that popped into my head a few days ago. As always please review with a meaningful comment, not just some dumb grammar thing. And lastly, I, of course, own neither the Vampire Diaries nor The Originals. Also, I should mention in this version of things Haley is still dead but instead of Klaus taking the darkness Vincent did cause one it was his fault that the thing was released in the first place and two I personally always found Vincent quite annoying.

Klaus

I was in my studio trying to come up with a new piece when my beloved daughter came in.

"Hello, there sweetheart," I say giving her a small hug. She seemed nervous almost scared. I would hate to think she is scared of me.

"Hope, love I can tell something is troubling you care to tell me what it is," I asked setting down my paints and turning to her.

"Dad, could I go out tomorrow night," she asks in a nervous voice

"Of course sweetheart, are you meeting up with Marcel for another one of your sparring sessions," I ask Marcel had been giving her some fight lessons in an attempt to help her control her temper, which given that she's part vampire and a Mikaelson she was bound to have.

"No, I'm meeting up with someone and his name is Josh" she says looking at the floor suddenly very interested in it.

I'm stunned silent, my daughter my innocent little girl is going on a date.

" your meeting up with a boy is he a friend or more than that?"

I asked trying my best to sound calm and not like I want to hunt this boy down and put the fear of me into him

"Daaad, please I really like him and I think he likes me too, please dad please please" she begs and I, of course, give in she's had me wrapped around her finger since she was born.

"Of course sweetheart, but I do want to meet the lad first have him pick you up here I'm sure the whole family will want to meet him," I tell her. She rolls her eyes

"Meet him, or interrogate him," she says

"We just want what's best for you love, you know you're my whole world," I tell her and kiss her on top her head.

"I know and I love you guys for it just try not to scare him too much or kill him," she says trying to placate me.

" As you wish love," I tell her even though I know if he harms her in any way I will rip him limb from limb.

Later I'm talking about this with Elijah

"So our little Hope is going on a date, and you are of course going through hell, you knew this would happen sooner or later or did you expect her to remain your little girl forever," he asks

" I know it's just she's still my little girl, she's only fifteen, it seems like just yesterday we were painting in the garden and she was in my lap eating benyas. Now she's going on dates what if this boy breaks her heart. I'll destroy him if he harms her in any way" I say, no one hurts my little girl.

"Well, tomorrow we'll get to meet this boy and find out for ourselves who the lucky boy is that has caught Hope's eye," Elijah says cool and collected as ever. Although, I see in his eyes that he is just as worried about her as I am. Indeed, he's the only person in the world who might be as protective if not more protective of Hope than I am.

"If there is something off with him we can look it to it and if we need to we can always have him removed from her life very easily" he adds always making plans ahead of time with a cool level head. I would never admit it to him but there were times when I envied my brother, his ability to always remain calm level-headed even in a crisis. I know that this whole family would have destroyed itself long ago if it weren't for him.

I went to check on Hope a few minutes before her date was supposed to arrive.

"Sweetheart are you almost ready," I ask as I enter her room.

"How do I look dad," she asked looking nervous

She wore a silver camisole with black pants and matching silver flats, her lovely brown hair tumbled over her shoulders a beautiful contrast to the silver top. She had kept the makeup light, although I wasn't sure why she wore any at all. My daughter's absolutely stunning without it. Around her neck hung the silver locket I gave her for her birthday two years ago in it was a picture of me holding her as a baby.

I was stunned she looked so grown up I started to well up with tears

"You look beautiful sweetheart" I choke out

"Oh daddy don't cry," she said and came over to hug me.

"You know no matter what you will always be the most important guy in my life," she said.

I had to face it my sweet little girl was growing up.

We heard a knock on the door and it was Freya.

"Hope, your date is here we should probably get you down there before Elijah and Cole kill him," my sister says half-jokingly. I know that my brothers are just as protective of Hope as I am. We come downstairs to find Elijah and Cole sitting across from a rather nervous looking fifteen-year-old boy with short blonde hair and green eyes. The lad looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up rather than continue to face my brothers' interrogation.

"Here she is," Freya says as we walk into the room and all eyes turn to my beautiful daughter.

"You look quite lovely my niece," Elijah says standing up and kissing her on the cheek.

"I must echo my brother's words, you look splendid Hope" Cole agrees and walks over to join us so we are all standing next to Hope.

" Hi Josh," she says addressing the teenage boy who looks a little less nervous now that the attention is no longer on him.

"Hey Hope, you ready to go," he asks.

"Yea lets go," she says

"Goodbye sweetheart remember home by midnight" I tell her, giving the boy Josh an icy stare and knowing that if my daughter hadn't been present I would have put the fear of the Mikaelsons in him, although from the pale look on his face and the self-satisfied ones on my brothers' faces I'd say they'd already done that.

As I watch them leave, I feel my older brother place a hand on my shoulder. He hands my glass of scotch.

"To Hope becoming a beautiful and amazing woman her mother would be proud," he says. I cheer his glass, although in my mind no matter how old she gets she would always be my little girl.