This is something I've been toying with for a while. I was really interested in the sire bond that Henry had to Hope and thought that I could build on that. Also, I'm a hoe for Josie and want her to have a girlfriend who will be what she deserves.
He came to her one night to request a favor, to ask something of her that might end with her sacrificing herself for his daughter if it came down to it.
He asked for a favor.
And nobody in their right mind refused Klaus Mikaelson.
Shiloh Leroux couldn't wait to turn sixteen, so that she didn't have to depend on someone else for a ride.
Her uncle's truck had a flat and he was unable to get another tire until the next morning, which meant that she was stuck walking back from her school in the city, the sun setting behind the trees and casting a shadow across the road.
From a young age, Shiloh had been taught to avoid the French Quarter at all costs. Nothing good ever happened to anyone who got involved with the Original Family's affairs. She may be a member of the Crescent Wolf pack by blood, but she hadn't triggered her curse.
Her mother had been killed back when the vampires and wolves were at war, and her father was killed by Tristan defending Jackson. Her uncle, Kurt, was also a werewolf and had taken the orphan in after both her parents were taken from her.
Times were especially tense for the werewolves after Hayley, their alpha, had been killed by vampire purists. The pot was boiling and about to stew over, spilling right at the young girl's feet.
For the past mile, Shiloh had the sneaking suspicion that she was being watched, but no matter how many times she glanced behind her or at the greens trees that surrounded her, she couldn't see any signs of danger.
Pulling her backpack strap further up her shoulder, the girl picked up the pace, eager to get back into werewolf territory where she knew she'd be safer. The scuff of her converse against the concrete filling her ears.
Until she heard something else.
Crack!
Shiloh whipped her head to the side, straining her very human ears to try and listen for any other noises.
A moment of silence-too much, in her opinion-passed before she turned back around, coming face to face with a smiling man.
Besides the momentary widening of her eyes, she gave no other indication that this strange man had taken her by surprise. Her hand instinctively reached back to her pocket, where she kept a knife her uncle had given her.
It wasn't the creepy smile on his face, or the fact that he had obviously been following her that scared her. She had been trained in self-defense just in case this particular scenario ever came up, especially because New Orleans wasn't safe for those without supernatural abilities.
It was the dried blood that ran down his chin causing her hair to stand on end.
"Hello there," the vampire purred, taking several steps closer until he was inside her personal space.
Shiloh had been trained to defend herself from threats, but she knew that with his supernatural abilities, this man had the upper hand.
"I don't want any trouble," she said, trying to take a step back and flinching when a hand shot out to grip her wrist. The lack of daylight ring alluding her to the fact the she was in the presence of a Nightwalker.
The realization was a shock because she had heard from one of the other wolves that Hope Mikaelson had killed them all. She wasn't sure how or why, but this one wasn't dead.
Flipping her hand over, the vampire's eyes narrowed in disgust. "It's a shame that I do," his grip tightened, eyes locked on a crescent-shaped mark on her skin.
Although the Crescent Pack was no longer cursed, the birthmark that each member had was trouble on it's own.
"Too bad a pretty thing like you is destined to be a mutt," he murmured to himself, seemingly announcing his plans to kill her. "With the rest of my friends dead, I have to carry on the mission."
Shiloh drew back, knife in her other hand and poised to strike, only for the purist vampire to catch it before it could pierce his chest, a triumphant smile on his face.
"I like fighters."
He squeezed the hand holding the knife, a crack and yelp of pain coming from the girl, who dropped the knife and stared at her broken wrist.
Seemingly done toying with her, the veins around his eyes darkened and his fangs elongated before her lunged towards her, the girl bracing for him to rip out her throat.
Her eyes opened when she realized that she wasn't dead, looking into the empty gaze of the vampire and then down at his chest, where his a bloodied hand was sticking out, clutching the now dead man's heart.
"My, my," an accented voice tutted, the mysterious hand pulling out of the vampire's sternum and the lack of support sending the body crumpling to the ground. "What have we here?"
Now that the body wasn't between them anymore, Shiloh could clearly see who had come to her rescue.
Klaus Mikaelson was exactly how she'd pictured him from the stories that she had been told. His blond hair was slightly messy, his facial hair accentuating his handsome features and his blue eyes staring intensely at her. The only thing that she hadn't expected was the tired aura that surrounded him.
When Shiloh was unable to answer him, he spoke again, "I thought my daughter had gotten ridden of all of those nuisance nightwalkers, but it seems she missed one. Luckily for you, I happened to be in the neighborhood."
"Thank you?" it had come out as more of a question and resulted in a smirk from the Original hybrid.
"I don't tend to meddle in the affairs of the wolves anymore, but since my daughter is has now triggered her wolf-gene, I guess I must have to take an interest," Klaus mused aloud.
Hope triggered her wolf side? Shiloh asked herself, but I only thought that she killed the vampires.
While Klaus seemed lost in thought, the girl took the time to assess her wrist, which was still jutted out at an odd angle, the pain starting to seep in now that the shock had almost worn off.
"That looks painful."
It isn't spoken with much concern, but the infamous Mikaelson reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial filled with a thick red liquid.
Blood.
He picked up her good hand, curling her fingers around the vial of blood.
"This should heal that," he informed her, nodding to the blood. The way he said it was more of a commanding than suggestive.
Fear still coursing through her veins, Shiloh downed what she assumed was the hybrids blood and grimaced at the rusty tang that lingered after it was gone. The effect of the blood was immediate, though, and she could already feel her wrist healing itself.
"Alas," Klaus sighed, kicking the dead vampire out of the way. "I don't do anything for free."
"W-what?" the girl stuttered, taking a step backwards in shock. "What do you mean?"
Although he looked slightly apologetic, Shiloh knew that he wouldn't be, for whatever he was going to do. He was known for being bloodthirsty and she didn't think that wouldn't apply to one untriggered werewolf who happened to be part of the same pack as his daughter.
"It appears I'm in need of your services," Klaus explained as he circled her predatorily. "I was looking for a werewolf and I found one. One who happens to be the same age as my daughter."
Shiloh's brows furrowed in confusion. "What does Hope have to do with this?" she wasn't sure that she really cared that much, but keeping him talking might prevent whatever he was planning on doing to her.
"You see, that wasn't my blood that I gave you," he revealed, tired eyes studying her reaction.
Even more confused, she asked, "Then whose was it?
"Hope's."
"Why would you give me-"
"I don't have time to explain," he interrupted her, "just know that you owe me for saving your life and you will do what I tell you."
Without waiting for her reaction, Klaus moved quickly.
Everything went black as the hybrid snapped her neck.
When Shiloh awoke, something felt off.
The first thing she noticed, was that she had no idea where she was. She was laying on the floor of a mostly empty room aside from a table and trash littered across the ground. Shiloh assumed that it was some old factory building on the edge of the city. She remembered leaving school and encountering a vampire that wanted to kill her due to her wolf genetics, then being saved by the Original hybrid.
What she doesn't recall, is how she got there.
Racking through her memory, she tried to remember when exactly she had fallen asleep, but all she knew is that she was talking to Klaus before everything went dark.
Shiloh shot up from the floor faster than a bullet when it hit her. Klaus had killed her, which meant that she was now a vampire. Technically, a hybrid, but not having killed anyone meant not having access to her wolf side.
Icy fear gripped her when she realized that the only one to ever trigger their werewolf gene after becoming a vampire was Klaus Mikaelson. Him being an Original and all, she couldn't be sure she would even survive the next several hours, let alone a whole day.
Was she going to die?
Thankfully, or maybe not, she didn't have enough time to ponder her fate because the door opened, the hybrid himself strutting through with a scantily clad woman who looked dazed. Shiloh suddenly felt a hunger that was entirely new to her, eyes locked on the compelled woman.
"Oh, I see you've re-joined the living," he smirked, yet the trademarked fire wasn't behind his joke. "I've brought you a present."
He nodded towards me and the woman stepped forwards, tilting her head to the side to reveal her pulse point. Clenching her fists so tightly that her skin broke, the baby vampire bit her lip to refrain from sucking the woman dry, using all her self control to stay where she was.
"This won't do. You have to kill her," Klaus sighed, checking his watch impatiently, "I have things to do before-" he trailed off.
"Why do I have to kill her?" Shiloh asked, "Henry turned from Hope's blood and he didn't have to kill someone to live."
The Original stared at Shiloh for a moment, gauging whether she was serious or not. "The Benoit boy had already triggered his curse, but you, my dear, have yet to kill a human and embrace your furry side."
Shiloh's eyes widened as she realized that he wasn't asking her to complete the circle of vampirism, but to awaken her werewolf gene.
"I can't do that," she muttered. "I can't kill anyone."
"Can't you?" Klaus inquired, lifting the prostitute's wrist and biting into it, then waving the bleeding appendage in the air. "I doubt it."
For several moments, Shiloh tried to fight her instincts to tear into the woman's flesh, but the tantalizing smell of blood proved too much for her. Before she knew what she was doing, she had latched onto the woman and began feeding, moaning at the delicious taste that had been disgusting to her hours before.
Klaus let her feed until she drank the woman dry, the body falling to the floor with a dull thud.
As the darkened veins disappeared from under her eyes, the green color turned to a brilliant gold, glowing briefly before returning to their usual color. Shiloh held back a sob as she stared at the lifeless body that had been alive moments ago.
She had done that.
She had killed someone.
Shiloh glared at the hybrid who had basically ruined her life in less than six hours, now having firsthand knowledge of why everyone hates him so much.
"Now that that's over with," Klaus spoke like it had taken her years to kill instead of three minutes. "Here's what I need from you."
"Let me get this straight," anger pulsed through every inch of Shiloh's body, her eyes narrowed at the man who was asking more of her. "You give me Hope's blood, kill me, then make me trigger my werewolf gene and you want more from me." Unknown to her, her newfound attitude was part of her werewolf side.
"While I appreciate your sudden spicy demeanor, time is really of the essence."
"You keep saying that, but you aren't telling me why," Shiloh retorted, averting her gaze from the dead woman one again in favor of glaring at Klaus.
"Let me be frank," Klaus decided, stepping threateningly towards the new hybrid. "I'm going to die," he held his hand up when Shiloh tried to speak, "and my daughter is going to need someone on her side that is strictly loyal to her. Will do what she order, no questions asked, and that is going to be you."
"And why would I do that?"
In a flash, Shiloh was slammed against the wall, the Original gripping her throat tightly.
"For one, Hope's blood turning you has now sired you to her, which means you won't need to be persuaded to help," His hold loosened slightly, "and you also owe me a favor."
At the mention of his daughter's name, Shiloh felt that strange pulling sensation in her gut once more and knew that this was her sire bond. Klaus had not only killed her and triggered her curse, but he had also linked her to his daughter for eternity.
"Did I mention the part where you will be attending the Salvatore School?"
There's the prologue! Chapter one will flash forward to the beginning of Legacies and that's where Shiloh's journey will really begin. Please leave a review!