Author's Note: Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. This story has multiple points of views along with my view on how Hope with act and what abilities she will possess. There are no pregnancies in this. Couples are as followed.
Hope/Kane
Hayley/Elijah
Klaus/Caroline
Damon/Elena
Stefan/Rebekah
R&R. Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!
A woman, no older than nineteen, walked the halls of the large stone home in the center of New Orleans. Time and neglect had caused the walls to decay and large winding stems of weed wrapped around the pillars while also covering the walls like large snakes. Resting. Waiting to strike.
Electric blue eyes examined every inch of the place within seconds, taking in the easiest ways of escape to the best places to hide, or shield from attacks.
To onlookers, this female was the epitome of beauty. Her skin as golden as the sun, along with her hair that fell like silk just past her shoulders in layers of waves. Full lips, a small nose, high cheekbones, and wide eyes create the image of innocence, unbeknownst to anyone of the danger that lurks within her soul. Power seemed to emanate from her. While beauty seemed to encase her in its shell. She was true perfection.
She wore a pair of black jeans on endless lean legs. With a simple white tank top, giving a modest view of round breasts.
Her heels clicked deafeningly against the stone floor as she rounded the corner of a secret hall. Large, metal French doors met her gaze and she walked toward them. Determination squaring her shoulders and setting the hard line of her jaw.
As she quietly entered the room, breath was nearly robbed from her. She took in the cages filled with vampires, werewolves . . . even children. Six people chained eagle style to the wall, spread out around in a circle. Crowning the room like trophies. She immediately recognized them all.
Niklaus, Elijah, Finn, Kol, and Rebekah Mikealson, along with Hayley Marshall. The girl took a deep, calming breath, praying for the control she needed to get through this. The eyes of the prisoners landed on her, the men, in the middle of room, however, hadn't taken notice yet. Some wolves in the cages stood, leaning against the bars. A woman entering this room unsupervised was uncommon, actually, it was a nonexistent occurrence.
"This is interesting." The girl drawled, her voice soft and feminine, in a room filled with male laughter. The laughter ceased and the girl grinned from ear to ear. Mikael Mikealson looked up from his cards, taking in the blonde in front of him.
"Who the hell are you?" Mikael asked and the girl noticed another female. She sat next to Mikael, but she wasn't chained, no. She was one of them. Esther. A slow smile curved the blonde's lips as she walked around the table, taking in their cards.
"You know, I've heard stories of the barbaric Mikealson couple, hating their offspring the way God hates Lucifer, but never had I ever thought, that a mother or father could hate so deeply." She took in the originals chained to the wall.
"It's nearly . . . beautifully insane." She said, turning her attention back to the couple, cards forgotten.
"Can we help you, hybrid?" Esther asked and the girl smiled, before shrugging a casual shoulder.
"No." She murmured, shaking her head, meeting the eyes of every prisoner. Apart from the ones above her head.
"Well, actually, that's a lie. I would enjoy some help, I'm a bit confused. You're not his biological father." She asked, pointing at Klaus while staring at Mikael. It wasn't necessarily a question she needed answered and everyone in the room was well aware of that.
"Because you went to bed with another person, while still in the bounds of marriage." She pointed out to Esther, before her eyes trailed back over to Mikael.
"Now, you see, this is where it all becomes a fuzzy confusion to me. So, if you could just clarify. How do you hate him? Was he telling your wife to lift up her skirts and spread her legs, from the world beyond?" She barely got her question out before Mikael stood, but the girl had already moved across the room, out of his path, a mocking puff of laughter escaped her.
"No, I suppose your hatred comes from the fact that he's a constant reminder of what a whore your wife is." She pointed out, a mocking smirk on her face. Fury laced Mikael's pinched features while his body shook in barely contained rage.
"I'd leave, if you still want your life." Mikael growled and the girl rolled her uncommonly blue eyes.
"Oh bite me." She snapped. Mikael's jaw tightened.
"Go home, little girl." He growled and she smiled, widely.
"I am home, old man." She returned the insult with no hesitation. Then she took an easy seat in a chair sprawled out across from them and crossed her legs. A man suddenly appeared behind her.
Esther blinked, the man was large. Well over six feet with broad shoulders and a rippling lean body to match. A force of intimidation if there ever was one.
"This is Kane. He doesn't particularly like any of you." The girl said, crossing her arms and cocking her head to the side in a thinking position as she continued to take in the couple in front of her.
"And he's violent as a mother-fucker." She added, through an amused smile. Kane didn't bat an eyelash. His large arms were crossed over his massive chest, and dark green eyes bore into the vampires who were no longer sitting, but standing, behind their masters. Around seven more vampires joined the already existing eight.
"I don't know who you are and I don't care, but you will leave or I will have them kill the both of you. This is your final warning." Mikael said. Kane and the girl didn't move, nor did they grow worried for their lives.
Kane released a husky chuckle, Esther didn't deny his immortal beauty or strength. He outmatched any man in this room, even her husband, but she didn't think he was capable of taking down fifteen vampires' singlehandedly.
He ran a knuckle down the girl's jaw. "Perhaps we should leave, love." He murmured, but his voice didn't sound anything other than mocking. Another female was suddenly standing next to him. She appeared out of thin air, with speed that none of them saw. She was gorgeous, wearing a wicked smile. A hybrid. How many of Klaus's creations survived? Esther thought.
Another man appeared in the corner of the room, he squatted, playing with a stake in his fingers. Then the doors flung open, Stefan and Damon Salvatore entered. "Mikealson's, it's been a while." Damon said, flashing them all a smile. Caroline walked through, along with Elena. Six more vampires and hybrids appeared behind the girl still sitting, her eyes never leaving Mikael.
"I have fifty more hybrids outside." The girl informed them in a soft musical voice.
"That's impossible. Klaus didn't create more than twenty-five." Esther said, suddenly feeling wary, and completely confused.
"Who said they were Klaus's?" The girl asked and all eyes landed on her, she didn't even blink. Keeping her eyes on Esther, willing the woman to lose her stupidity for five seconds.
"Oh c'mon, don't be that dense." Damon said, smirking his ass off as he crossed his arms.
"An epidemic invaded many of the wolf packs around the world. Most of them came looking for help. Not all wanted to possess the abilities of vampirism, but I wasn't in the mood for siring. So, I healed them and released them of their bond to me, but that didn't mean loyalty left. I gained quite a few friends." The girl said, proudly. She stood straitening her spine.
"Who are you?" Mikael demanded and electric eyes left Esther's slowly, trailing over to Mikael.
"Who do you think I am?" She asked, smiling sweetly, curiously. A few vampires standing behind Mikael and Esther, glanced at the door. Making their decision, before moving to run away, but Kane moved faster than them. His body moved with grace and speed beyond all comprehension. The end result were three bodies and three heads dismembered and scattered. Blood pooled on the floor while Kane merely stood there, calm and sophisticated. His massive body blocking the door from anyone else who got the idea in their head that they were leaving.
"Did I mention that anyone not in chains was going to die today?" The girl asked and grins stretched along the faces of her allies.
"I have some bloodthirsty friends, Esther. They can be downright cruel, but trust, you and your husband will die by the hands of your family." The girl promised, while Klaus growled approvingly from his spot on the wall.
"No one is released until all vampires loose are killed. You don't know them, they die. Scattered around, you understand?" She asked, her eyes not leaving Esther's.
"Yes, baby." Kane murmured, moving toward Mikael, he looked unaffected, and if it weren't for the apprehension growing in his eyes, Kane would have found him indifferent.
"Kane." The girl said, cutting through his murderous haze. His eyes left the original hunter.
"Leave him for Klaus." She ordered gently, and a wicked grin spread across Kane's face. Exactly three seconds went by before all hell broke loose.
Vampires tried to leave while some fought and others appeared out of the shadows, but most didn't make it past the front door without meeting the hands of their maker. The ones that did get loose suffered the same fate, because the girl hadn't been lying. Hybrids surrounded the grounds of the huge mansion, no vampire got free. Not one.