Welcome to my story! Just want a leave a few notes for you guys before you continue. This is mostly the same world, minus Hayley. She isn't alive in my story. I apologize if that bums some of you out, but I wanted to write Rebekah in as her guardian and caretaker. It's been refreshing to write Rebekah as a "Mama Bear" so to speak. Also, this story is super gruesome and sad and I'm not really 100% on what direction I'm going to go in after this chapter! Please leave reviews if you loved it or hated it! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing!
CHAPTER ONE
"THE DEVIL'S CANDY"
Hope Mikaelson's life was anything but normal. As much as everyone tried to help keep her life as calm and cool as possible, it just wasn't enough. Mostly because of her hot headed Father. She rarely saw him. He was always a live wire, but when Hayley died the day Hope was born, he was so filled with rage that he couldn't bare to be around his child. He could hardly hold her, let alone look at her. Elijah and Freya became her caretakers for the first couple weeks, but ultimately decided that her best chance would be to live with her Aunt Rebekah. She would grow up in a nice house, with a white picket fence and someone that loved her unconditionally. Someone she could form a bond with and thrive. She would never be lied to and she would always be kind, but never afraid to put up fight if she had to. She would grow to be full of wit and charm, which was something that her Aunt passed down to her. She was smart and cunning, like her Uncle Elijah, emotional and hot headed, like her Father, powerful, like her Aunt Freya, but most importantly, strong, like her Mother.
Rebekah tried to make damn sure that Hope was raised in a utopian bubble, but there were always going to be obstacles.
Rebekah had bought at least 10 different books on infants and read that the first year of a baby's life is the most important. It's how the baby forms a bond to it's Mother. She was terrified that Hope wouldn't be able to do that with her, because she didn't incubate inside of her for 9 months. She made sure she did everything possible to keep the baby happy. The first thing she did was put her on a schedule, learning through trial and error. Feedings every 4 hours, naps in between, baths every other day. Hope was only 2 weeks old when she brought her home, so it was going to take a lot of time before she felt settled and comfortable due to the change of pace she had with Elijah and Freya. Rebekah barely slept the first 6 weeks, but seemed to be doing well running on adrenaline and mysteriously developed "Mommy" hormones. She took a liking to the baby sling and basically wore Hope around everywhere. It made things a tad bit easier since she was on her own with the baby. It wasn't a smooth ride. There were times when Rebekah wanted to cry and run away, but the minute she looked into the little crying baby's eyes, she made those thoughts disappear from her head. By the time Hope was 2 months old, everything started to become simpler. She had finally began sleeping through the night in her bassinet that Rebekah had next to her own bed. The constant crying had stopped and Hope was becoming a happy baby. Rebekah could finally breathe, now that the hard part was over.
By the time Hope was 2, Rebekah started showing her the world and everything in it. She took her to parks, movies, aquariums, zoos, history museums, and art museums, all under a watchful eye, of course. When she turned 5, they traveled to different countries. They studied the history of everything, much thanks to Rebekah for being centuries old.
Up until now, Hope had lived in a small town in North Carolina. Rebekah had told her that she wouldn't be able to attend normal high school because of how special she was. She needed to learn how to control her powers at a place that specialized in such a thing. Hope was 15 now, so her emotions were up and down constantly, which worried Rebekah for supernatural reasons more than normal adolescence.
"Can't I please just go to a normal high school for my first year? Please?" Hope begged Rebekah as she sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Rebekah was scrubbing a plate in the sink.
"How could you at all not be interested in basically attending Hogwarts? Isn't that a thing human children dream of these days?" Rebekah was joking, mostly. Hope rolled her eyes.
"I don't care about that stuff. Why can't I go to a regular high school and just go to Auntie Freya for... witch lessons... or whatever it's formal title is?" Hope retorted.
"Because, love, your Aunt Freya has a life. Of course she'll teach you the things your professors won't, but you can't expect her to take loads of time away to teach you everything in the book." Rebekah explained. Hope sighed, clinking her spoon in her bowl.
"It's just... I just want to experience real high school! Is that so bad? I wanna crush on a boy, be on the soccer team, go to prom, smoke in a bathroom stall." Hope joked at the end. Rebekah sat down in the chair next to Hope's and grabbed her hand, gently holding it.
"Very funny. Look, sweetheart, understand that I want you to experience all of those things, minus smoking in a bathroom stall, that's utterly disgusting, but I'm telling you that at the Salvator School, you will be able to experience those things. With kids your age who are like you. I don't want you going to a place where you're vulnerable and I sit around worrying all day." Rebekah truthfully spoke. Hope stared down at her left over, soggy cereal floating around in her bowl. She felt defeated. She knew Rebekah was ultimately right. She would have to embrace this new change of pace.
"I'm Klaus Mikaelson's daughter. I think I'm always going to be vulnerable no matter where I go, and you're always going to sit around and worry. But, you are right. I suppose I'll just have to suck it up." Hope admitted, revealing a slight smile up at Rebekah.
"That's my sweet girl. You have so much strength in you and I'm so proud of all that you've accomplished. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I'd like to think I had something to do with that." Rebekah winked, pushing a strand of hair behind her niece's ear. Hope laughed.
"Alright, then, what do you say we start packing? We can grab a bite once we head out?" Rebekah suggested. Hope's face was sullen again rather quickly.
"What is, love?" Rebekah asked, concerned and cocking heard sideways at her like a curious puppy.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just really gonna miss it being just you and me. I mean, I can't wait to see the family, I'm just not good with change and I'm afraid of seeing Dad again. We always end up fighting." Hope answered, twirling her hair in her fingers.
"Trust me, I'm going to miss it too, sweetheart, but we'll still be together. Just... in a much bigger house with a lot more baggage." Rebekah explained, bluntly.
"Yeah, and then in 3 months, you're gonna ship me off to Hogwarts, 3 hours away." Hope rolled her eyes.
"I'm not shipping you anywhere! You'll have Holiday break, spring break and summer break to come home and I'll come visit, I promise. Plus, I'll be with you on your first day. It's orientation, so all parents will be there. I'll help you get settled in to your quarters." Hope smiled at the thought. She's never thought of Rebekah as her Aunt. Despite knowing who her real Mother is and always asking questions about her, Rebekah raised her and loved her unconditionally. Hayley would always be her Mother, but Rebekah was her Mama.
"Thanks, Mama." Hope smiled.
"I hope you know I love you very much." Rebekah spoke as she pushed a strand of hair behind Hope's ear.
"I love you too." Hope replied.
**2 MONTHS LATER**
**THE FRENCH QUARTER**
It was officially the dead of summer and New Orleans was hotter than hell. Rebekah and Hope had moved all their stuff in a month prior. She thought it was nice the first month she was settled in, being that she was able to spend time with her family and finally meet some of their infamous friends, like Vincent, Josh and Marcel, who she found out was basically her big brother, which made the family dynamic even weirder than it already was, but she was starting to just roll with it. She was also finally able to meet her Uncle Kol's wife, Davina Claire, whom she knew was a powerful witch and very much wished to learn a thing or two from her. Still no sign of her Father, though she wasn't surprised and she wouldn't hold her breath waiting on his arrival.
Currently, though, she was starting to lose her mind. She was on strict orders not to leave the compound unless she was accompanied by a family member or a compelled body guard. She felt like Rapunzel, minus the long hair and the fact that a prince was definitely not going to rescue her.
She was sitting on her bed, sketching, with head phones on her ears. She looked up from her sketchbook and jumped at the site of Rebekah, who was standing in the doorway, watching her. Hope pulled her headphones off her ears.
"Jesus, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Hope replied with her hand over chest. Rebekah laughed.
"Sorry, love. I was just letting you know that I'm gonna step out for a few hours. Visiting an old friend." Rebekah explained.
"Like, Marcel Gerard kind of old?" Hope teased.
"Very funny. Also, maybe." Rebekah teased back.
"Well have fun with whoever it is." Hope said as she sat up.
"I will indeed try. Also, you know the rules, no leaving the compound by yourself, please stay out of trouble?" Rebekah relayed.
"Yes, yes I know. I'm a jailed princess." Hope replied, letting out a dramatic sigh and falling back down into her pillow fortress.
"Such a damsel you are. I promise it's only because we really, really like you. Your uncle Elijah is in the study. Freya is out with Keelin but they should be home shortly. Be safe. I love you." Rebekah finished.
"Same. Love you too." Hope replied as Rebekah walked away.
A few hours had passed and Hope's fingers had grown tired from drawing and her ears were becoming sore from the head phones, so she decided to take a break from both activities. The sun was setting and the compound was so quiet, it was giving Hope the creeps. She slipped her feet into a pair of sandals and wrapped a blanket around her as she walked through the compound looking for her Uncle Elijah. Rebekah had said he was in the study, but when she passed by it, she didn't see him.
"Uncle Elijah?" Hope called out, but got no reply.
She continued walking through the home and started to get that terrible witchy feeling. Like she knew something bad had already happened or was about to happen. She grabbed her phone and speed-dialed Rebekah.
"I'm sorry, I know I took longer than expected. I'm on my way home now. Is everything okay, love?" Rebekah questioned after answering.
"I have a really bad feeling. Something isn't right. I don't think Uncle Elijah is here. I can't find-" Hope tripped over something and the phone went flying. She smacked her forehead so hard on the floor, she could already feel the bump growing and blood trickling down her face, but didn't worry since she knew it would heal soon. She slowly sat up from the ground to see what she tripped over and that's when she saw her Uncle Elijah with a stake in his chest. Completely forgetting she was on the phone with Rebekah, she quickly crawled over to him and pulled it out, then she crawled back to retrieve her phone from under the couch.
"Hope!? Answer me! Are you okay? What is going on?!" Rebekah asked, frantically.
"I think someone is in the house. Don't hang up." Hope whispered, her voice shaking in fear.
"I won't. Hope, you need to go hide! Now!" Rebekah shouted into the mouth piece.
"I'm taking my bracelet off." Hope said as she quietly tip-toed through the compound, dropping her bracelet on the floor.
"Do you hear anything?" Rebekah asked, her heart was sunken into her chest as she sped home.
"No, it's too quiet, I feel like I'm being watched." Hope admitted in a whisper. Within seconds, she felt someone come up behind her, snapping her neck before she had time to react. Everything went black.
Rebekah, Freya and Keelin arrived home at the same time, busting through the front door of the compound and running inside to look for any signs of Hope.
"Hope!" Rebekah shouted as she ran through the house, picking her bracelet off the ground and observing the blood on the ground and then saw Elijah. Freya and Keelin split up, to look around the other side of the compound.
"Elijah!" Rebekah shouted as she bent down to him, biting her wrist and feeding him to heal. He woke up slowly. Rebekah couldn't understand how someone could take out Elijah so quietly without Hope hearing.
"Hope? Where is Hope!" Elijah exclaimed, sitting up.
"She's gone, Elijah, someone took her! She was on the phone with me, I heard them take her! What happened?! Do you know who did this?!" Rebekah was frantic.
"She's not upstairs!" Freya chimed in as she jogged down the stairs to the main floor.
"She's not anywhere." Keelin chimed in and she joined the 3 of them on the main floor.
"They were so quiet, I didn't even know what hit me. They didn't even give me a chance to fight. Before I knew it, I was out." Elijah explained.
"I should have never brought her back here!" Rebekah shouted, putting her hands to her face in a stress related motion.
"We will find her, Sister. I promise." Elijah rested his hand gently on Rebekah's shoulder.
"We need Klaus here." Freya suggested. They all looked at each other in fear.
Hope's head was throbbing and she could taste blood in her mouth. She felt her eyes opening, but she couldn't see anything. It was pitched black wherever she was and the smell surrounding her was of dead bodies. She felt fluid in her eyes, she couldn't tell if it was tears or blood. Suddenly she saw a flicker of a light coming from afar, and heard footsteps.
"Hello? Can anybody hear me! Please just tell me what you want from me!?" Hope yelled in the distance, her voice echoing. She must be underground somewhere.
"Your blood, of course." She tried to squint her eyes, to see if she could recognize who it was that was now standing in front of her. It was a man she had never seen before. He wasn't ancient old, or, he could have been if he was a vampire. He was middle aged, light brown hair, scars on his face. He started chanting in Latin and the blood that was puddled around Hope from her head gash, started rising from the ground and collecting itself in a bowl that the man was holding. He spoke another incantation, one that takes away her power, she could feel it leave her body and immediately felt weaker than ever before.
"That will be enough for now. Declan, Cryus, take her to her chambers." He called out to two men who came out from behind him.
"Wait! Please! Why are you doing this to me!?" Hope pleaded. The two men drug her to a different room, everything down there was nothing but concrete and a large tarp that covered the ground. They chained up her wrists and ankles. Before leaving the room, one of the men pulled out a dagger.
"No! Please! Look at me! I'm just a child! My family will find all of you and rip your hearts out wether I'm dead or alive! You know that!" Hope yelled in anger. The men didn't seem affected by her words.
"I'm sorry, but what's done is done." One of the men said. He then took the dagger to Hope's left wrist, cutting it, then again to the right. She screamed in agony.
"Please..." Hope cried, looking at her wrists as the blood spilled out.
"One more thing." One of the men added. He grabbed a few strands of her hair, cutting it off with the dagger and dipping it in her blood that puddled around her. Then he cut a small piece of skin from her shoulder, causing her to scream more than she did when he cut her wrists. She knew that with her powers gone, her healing process was weakened and she had to grip the fact that she was probably going to bleed out before her wounds healed. The men closed the heavy door and sealed it shut. She was starting to get light headed, but tried to keep her eyes opened for as long as possible. Suddenly she felt something strange as if someone slipped something into her pocket. Shaking, she reached a bloodied hand into her pocket and held it to the moonlight that peered through the small jail cell-like window that was in the room. The note read: "Coming for you." She crumbled the bloodied note up, trying to shove it back into her pocket. With the small bit of relief, she lay her head down on the dirty, blood filled tarp, and closed her eyes.
**THE COMPOUND**
"Where is my daughter's worthless caretaker!? REBEKAH!?" Klaus shouted through the compound.
"Klaus, that will be enough out of you. You have no right to talk like that our sister in such a manner. She's is more distressed than you are." Elijah retorted. Klaus was gritting his teeth, his eyes bulging in anger.
"Worthless caretaker? As opposed to dead beat Father? She refers to you as 'Klaus' and me as her 'Mumsy.' Do you really want to go there, Nik!?" Rebekah hissed. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were red from crying. She had already been beating herself up about the whole situation, so seeing Klaus and hearing him already judge her over it, made her turn rather quickly.
"We don't have time for this! We need to move now!" Freya snapped. She had hurried to do a locator spell on Hope as soon as they realized she was missing.
Suddenly, they heard a noise near the front entrance. They paused and Elijah and Klaus slowly approached. When they opened the door, there was a small wooden box sitting on the top step with a note on top that read "Mikaelson Blood will spill." Elijah bent down to pick it up and bring it inside.
"What is it?!" Rebekah shouted.
"Whatever it is, I think it's best you leave the room." Elijah said in a serious tone to Rebekah.
"No. I won't leave." Rebekah firmly responded, crossing her arms. She was starting to feel ill.
They gathered around the small table, anticipating, but not in a good way, what was going to be inside. Upon opening the box, it revealed the strands of hair caked in a blood, and the small piece of skin from Hope's shoulder.
Klaus roared and flipped a table over, crashing into the brick wall and shattering to pieces. "They're mutilating her!" He shouted.
"Why are they doing this!? She's just a child!" All Rebekah felt was despair. She felt like her world was falling apart and if Hope died, she would never be able to forgive herself for not protecting her like she promised. She couldn't get the images out of her head of what they were doing to her. She also thought about the possibility of her being dead already.
"I need Vincent, Davina and Kol. Tell them to meet us there." Freya announced.
"We don't even know what we're walking into. Are you sure this is a good idea?" Keelin spoke.
"I don't care what we're walking into, but let it be known that heads will roll." Klaus was fuming with rage.
"Come on, we need to go." Freya demanded and they all fled out the door.
Hope lay there falling in and out of consciousness. Although she was weak, she was still anxious and waiting for her family to come save her. She was in her own head, trying to keep her thoughts straight, wondering why these witches wanted her blood so badly. All she could think of was that they wanted to torture her before finishing what they tried to start the day she was born. She was startled out of her thoughts when she heard the door open. She lay there lifeless, her breathing becoming more and more shallow as the minutes went by.
"My, my, my, look at this mess." The man spoke, squatting down at Hope's feet.
"Why don't you just kill me already." Hope barely whispered through shallow breaths.
"Oh, no, no. Not yet, little one. I want your family to be here for the main event. They should be here soon, though I'm sure you already knew that." The man pushed Hope's bloody strands of hair off her face and sat her up against the wall.
"Who... are you?" Hope asked, her eyes fluttering.
"I'm sorry, I don't do names. You're a special girl, Hope. Too special, that is. The truth is, you're a threat to this community. We know what you're capable of unleashing and it's been predicted that you're, well, basically the anti-Christ." The man explained.
"I'm not even in high school yet..." Hope still had it in her to be sarcastic. Forever her Aunt's niece.
"Well, darling, if you recall, they tried to rid you of the world minutes after you were born. Fortunately for you, you made it out of that one. It's too bad for that hybrid Mommy of yours, though. I hear you have a new Mommy now. Sweet and sour Rebekah and your Daddy, Klaus, Rebekah's brother? Playing Mommy and Daddy. Together? You must admit, that's quite strange, isn't it?" The man rambled, speaking similarly to that of a psychopath.
"Klaus is anything but a Father, but he'll rip your god damn head off." Hope smirked, blood running out of her mouth.
"Such strength you must have. Even without your powers and lack of blood running through your veins, you still manage to profess such hate towards your Father." The man started to unchain Hope's wrists and ankles. Then he picked up her up in his arms. Hope was so weak, she didn't even try to fight back. She was still in and out of consciousness, her head dangling backwards.
The man took her to a lit room, laying her down on a table. There were more witches there. Two woman came over to the table and once again, chained her ankles and her wrists down, not minding the blood that the girl was covered in and dripping from her hands. She looked around and began to realize that they were planning a sacrifice. She saw animal bones on the alter, along with a dagger and the same wooden bowl that the man had used earlier to collect her blood.
"Please don't do this. Please..."
"Your pleas fall on deaf ears, love. What's done is done." The man replied.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Klaus appeared, his voice echoing through out the room as he roared. The witches gathered in front of Hope with their hands out, chanting and causing Klaus to fall on his knees, grabbing his head in pain. The man stood behind them, raising the dagger in the air. Rebekah and Elijah sped up on the witches, snapping their necks and ripping their hearts out. The man slammed the dagger into Hope's abdomen, causing her to scream and her eyes widen.
"NO!" Rebekah screamed. She sped up to the man in a rage, took the dagger and stabbed him in his neck.
"You're too late..." He spoke in a weakened whisper, smiling, holding onto his neck as blood spilled out, then fell to his knees and died. Rebekah was out of breath and had a look of terror in her face as she sped over to Hope's lifeless body laying on the table.
"GET HER OUT OF HERE NOW!" Klaus shouted towards Rebekah. Freya, Kol, Vincent and Davina held hands as they chanted a powerful incantation towards the other witches while Elijah and Klaus continued to fight. The building started shake and the witches rose in the air, their necks snapping and falling to the ground.
Rebekah unchained Hope, picked her up and disappeared back to the woods where the car was parked. She sat up against the car, with a dying Hope in her arms.
"Stay with me, sweet girl. Don't go. Please. We're going to get you back, I promise. I love you and I'm so sorry. Please don't leave. Stay with me, Hope." Rebekah sobbed as she kissed the girl's bloodied face.
"He... he... took my powers away.. I... can't... heal... myself. I don't... want to... die." Hope spoke in hyperventilated breaths as her body shook. Rebekah held her as tight as she could against her.
"I've got you, baby. I'm here. We'll fix this." Rebekah cried, looking down at the girl who was quickly drifting away.
"I can't... feel anything." Hope's whispered.
"No no no, baby, please. You're not gonna die. Come on, Hope, stay with me! Please!" Rebekah spoke in agony. She had never been so terrified in all her centuries of living.
Suddenly, she felt Hope's body shut down. The convulsing and shaking had stopped and she took a final breath, her arm going limp and falling at her side, her eyes still open.
"Hope!? Wake up! Wake up, baby! No, please! You can't leave me! Please!" Rebekah was inconsolable as she brought the girl's limp body close to hers, her hand on the back of her head, rocking her back and forth like a infant.
She was too distraught to notice that her family was walking towards her and gathering around her and Hope. Klaus was filled with rage when he saw his daughter's lifeless body laying in a devastated Rebekah's arms. He bent down, touching the girl's cold face and began to cry.
"I can fix this. WE will fix this." Freya spoke, with tears in her eyes.
"Let's take her back home." Elijah spoke in a sullen voice. Klaus tried to gather Hope from Rebekah, but she held her back.
"Rebekah... we have to go. Come on.." Klaus spoke to his sister softly, for the first time in ages. He hadn't seen Rebekah this distraught since the death of their little brother, Henrik, centuries ago. He realized that even though Hayley was Hope's true Mother, Rebekah was still going to grieve as if she lost her own child.
"Rebekah..?" He asked once more, resting his hand gently on her shoulder. She snapped her attention back to Klaus.
"I've got her." She replied, slowly standing and picking up Hope like a small toddler. They opened the back doors of the SUV and she lay her down gently in the backseat.
"We will get her back, Sister." Klaus responded. She rested her hand on top of his, realizing that for the first time in what felt like ages, Klaus was there for her and Hope.
Back at the compound, Rebekah stayed in Hope's room as her lifeless body lay in her bed. She had cleaned the blood from her face and hands and changed her blood soaked clothing, almost in a denial that she was actually dead. She lay in the bed next to her, holding her cold, lifeless hand.
"Rebekah... you need to feed. You're weak." Klaus was concerned for his sister. She had barely spoke since they came home and she hadn't left Hope's side. Elijah stood in the doorway, watching.
"I don't care." Rebekah responded quietly, her voice shaking and horse from all the crying she had done. She had cried so much in the past few hours, she didn't think she had any left to spare, but she was mistaken.
"I wish you could have watched her grow up, Nik. She was such a sweet little curious girl. I wish I could go back." Rebekah spoke as a tear fell down her face. Klaus was silent for a moment before speaking.
"I watched from afar. Every year on her birthday." Klaus smiled. Rebekah was surprised by his comment.
"You did a wonderful job raising her Rebekah. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I realized that you didn't need me. Neither did she." Klaus finished.
Rebekah wanted to respond and tell him that wasn't true and how she asked about him every single day. But she didn't have the strength to speak, so she just lay there in silence.
With no response back from Rebekah, he got up and met with Elijah in the hall outside Hope's room.
"Have they gotten anywhere with a spell?" Klaus asked.
"As you're familiar, resurrection is one of the hardest feats of magic, though I have utter faith that they will have enough power combined to bring her back." Elijah answered.
"Bring Hope. We're ready." Freya announced as she came down the stairs.
Klaus walked back into the room, telling Rebekah it was time. He picked up Hope and carried her upstairs, Rebekah and Elijah following behind them. When they reach the room, he lay her down gently in the circle of salt.
"We need blood of two family members." Davina explained. It was no question that Rebekah and Klaus would offer it up. They walked over, each biting their wrist and draining their blood into a bowl. Among the other items on the table, were runes and animal bones.
"We need to channel each other." Vincent added. All 4 of the witches reached out to each others shoulders, their eyes closed. Klaus and Elijah stood outside the circle as Rebekah knelt down, wanting to be close to Hope when and if she awoke.
They began repeating a chant: "Le sang des deux frères, les cendres de leurs morts. Le sang des deux frères, les cendres de leurs morts."
The house was beginning to shake, windows busted and stray pieces of paper were flying from heavy gusts of wind, which was a cause from the spell.
Freya, Kol, Davina and Vincent's noses were beginning to bleed from all the power they were channeling together.
Suddenly, Hope shot up, gasping for air, her eyes wide with confusion. Freya, Kol, Davina and Vincent all passed out once she woke. They would wake soon.
"Oh!" Rebekah exclaimed in utter relief, immediately wrapping her arms around the girl. Hope returned the gesture, gripping tightly to Rebekah, terrified.
"I thought I lost you forever." Rebekah cried into Hope's neck.
"Did... did I die?" Hope asked, un-latching herself from Rebekah. Rebekah nodded.
"I.. don't remember." Hope admitted.
"Maybe for now that's best." Klaus chimed in, standing behind them. Hope turned around, recognizing the voice.
"...Dad?" Klaus smiled at her.
"We'll talk when you're feeling better." Klaus didn't want to overwhelm his daughter or upset her, so he sped off to the other side of the compound.
She didn't have the brain capacity at the moment, to wire her thoughts together. She was really just baffled and confused. She turned back around, facing Rebekah.
Freya, Kol, Davina and Vincent all began to wake up and were pleased to see Hope sitting up with Rebekah.
"It's good to see you breathing, little one." Kol smiled.
"Hi Uncle Kol." Hope waved with a weak hand. That's when she realized she had scars where all of her wounds were.
"How do I have scars?" Hope asked, confused. Everyone stared at each other, waiting to see who was going to explain to Hope that her powers were gone. Freya walked over to her, kneeling down at her level.
"Hope, the man that did this to you, he cast a spell and temporarily rid you of your powers. Our resurrection spell only closed your wounds. I promise we will do everything we can to get them back." Freya explained, hugging Hope and kissing her forehead.
"I'll help... when I'm not feeling so... dead." Hope replied, still in shock from the recent events.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up and into bed. You can sleep in mine. Your bed sheets need a good wash." Rebekah explained. Hope raised a brow, wondering what she meant by that.
"They're covered in blood, love. Come on, I'll help you downstairs." Rebekah reached her hand out to Hope and they walked out of the room.
"Did anybody recognize any of those witches?" Klaus asked.
"Not a single one. They definitely weren't apart our coven." Vincent answered.
"Well, the good thing is, they're all dead, but that doesn't mean there aren't more coming for her." Elijah replied.
"Once she's feeling better, she needs to leave New Orleans." Freya spoke.
"I'll make a call to a good friend in Mystic Falls." Klaus left the room, putting his phone to his ear. A young woman answered on the other end.
"Hello, Caroline. It's your dear friend, Klaus."
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please leave reviews! It's what really pushes me to continue with new chapters!
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