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She hadn't slept in five years. Hope was six, it's a cold autumn morning, Hope is beautiful. I watched on, as Hayley and Hope had conversations. I watched as daughter and mother interacted beautifully, the only way you could describe them is exquisite.
I recall my sister turning on me. Although easily I composed myself at my sisters advances, insults and hardship as she took the floor on a journey of our relationship throughout the 1000 years. I remember panicking internally. Forever able to compose myself in front of enemies, Marcellus was not given the satisfaction of panic. My sister in the end came to my aid. "Death is not enough". I knew what they were going to use.
I couldn't loose my family.
Visualizing Hope and Hayley was my salvation. I watched on as Hayley learnt motherhood. I watched as she learnt things about our daughter, that I desperately wished I had been present for, her first bike ride, her first letter written, her first brush stroke, her first day of primary school. I watched as Hayley and Hope made breakfast, Hayley regularly included Hope in cooking food, although they constantly ate french fries, noodles and cereal for dinner, Hope knew where each items were kept in the tiny pantry. They were living in Brooklyn, a small two bedroom loft with ceiling to floor windows in the combined kitchen, dining and lounge. My family were being kept in a garage a few blocks away, Hayley would stop by there three days a week to check on things before she picked Hope up from after school care.
In the beginning Hayley was lost, she had four coffins in the back of a truck and our child in the front. Twelve months they spent on the road, Hayley spoke to every witch she could possibly speak to from Louisiana to Mexico, nothing. Once she mentioned Mikaelson's they were a locked volt. I remembered the nights she'd spend watching Hope sleep next to her, I remember the nights she spent locked in the bathroom crying over a glass of wine, I remember the nights she'd speak to each of my siblings individually, spilling her secrets. I watched on as she taught our daughter of the family that she'd one day meet, and the family that she'd lost along the way. I watched on as Hayley explained to Hope that she could not use her newly accrued powers at school.
Today, they were making breakfast in complete harmony. "W-O-L-F wolf" Hope was practicing her spelling words for her Friday spelling test, "well done! now King", they went on like this most Friday mornings. Hayley would go from making toast or pop-tarts to braiding Hope's hair to helping her put on her boots, to then helping her put her coat and then down the flights of stairs all whilst reciting her spelling words with her. Once Hayley had dropped Hope at school, she would then go to work herself, depending on the day of the week she'd either be at the bar or at the gym training wolves.
As they walked down the staircase, something was different.