She sauntered around the Abattoir, nodding at every person in the room, vampires, witches, werewolves and hybrids alike. It's been ninety-eight years since the war has come to an end in New Orleans. Now, the French Quarter was a sanctuary for every Supernatural being, with peace among the factions.

The rules have been remade, by none other than Elijah Mikaelson himself, who also happened to be the head of the Vampire faction. She smiled at one of the vampires and proceeded toward the bar. Where was she? Ah, the vampire faction. After a lot of consideration, not to mention a lot of different level of persuasion from Elijah, a rule was passed. No vampire was allowed to drink from the vein. Anyone who wished to turn should get the approval of Elijah Mikaelson and also they would be monitored closely by the council of vampire faction, until they deemed worthy of being a vampire. Should they ever prove to be wrong, they would be killed on the spot.

She turned around just in time to see Kol Mikaelson guiding a woman in a graceful waltz. Smirking she turned away from the head of the Witch Faction. Kol was deemed worthy of the position only because he was rather familiar with the witches and warlocks, and also that he understood magic better than anyone else. Oh don't get her wrong, Kol Mikaelson was still an ass, but he was also loyal to his family to the boot. As it was the witches were given a new set of rules. The witches of the French Quarter were allowed to do magic as long as they do not hurt the family and the kingdom. They were also not allowed to do black magic and the practice of Harvest ritual was banned. It was actually Kol's decision, since he thought that slaughtering little girls for magic was barbaric and so he worked day and night to find an alternate source of magic and he found it. Though the witches were reluctant, they soon realised the truth behind Kol's words when he practically yelled, that they were no better than vampires.

She moved slowly toward the bar and smiled at the bartender and ordered a scotch. She always loved getting drunk. Her eyes shifted and rested on Freya Mikaelson, who was the head of the coven of French Quarter Witches. To say the least, Freya loved it so much, since it not only gave her peace to be among her kind, it also gave her a chance to be with her siblings and have a chance to get to know them.

She downed the drink and looked to her right at the other Original sister, Rebekah Mikaelson, laughing her heart out with her elder brother, Finn Mikaelson. They were both given the position of the head of the human faction, whose sole duty was to make sure that the humans were safe from the vampires and werewolves and to keep them unaware of the Supernatural world around them.

Her eyes then strayed to the brunette woman in the corner who was having a rather sensual snogging session with her husband in a far corner. She smirked and turned around from the scene where the heads of the werewolf faction were going at it like beasts. After all, it was not a scene a girl would ever want to see, especially when it involved her mother and step-father. They were happy, and she couldn't wish for more than that. Again the only rules the werewolves have were, to be loyal to the Royal Family, retire to the woods on the full moons so they wouldn't hurt the vampires and humans, try to co-exist with the other species, which they found hard at first but gradually got used to it.

Her eyes then searched for one person, who she soon found leaning over the railing of the floor above them. Niklaus Mikaelson, the King of the French Quarter and... her father. She smiled at her father when their eyes met and his eyes immediately lit up. As all her aunts and uncles would say, she had more of her father in her than her mother. Both inside and out. Her hair the same sandy blonde with a twinge of brown to it. Her eyes greenish-blue, like her father. From her button nose to her dimples, she resembled her father. But her chin, she inherited it from her mother. Not only had she inherited her father's artistic fingers. And with years of her father's teaching, she almost reached her father's level. Almost being the key word. She also inherited her father's stubbornness and ruthlessness but also her mother's kindness. She also inherited the only thing that her parents shared, their ability to survive.

She slowly made her way toward the stairs. Once reaching the top she went to her father's side and smiled at him. To his left stood her surrogate brother, Marcellus. Even though they fought like dogs for this kingdom, their underlying love for each other succeeded it. Only later, when Elijah locked them in a room and magically sealed it, so they could sort out their difference. Oh and they did. Only in the end did they realise, it was their pitiful way of trying to hate each other. Her father was ultimately angry that the son he thought dead was still alive and didn't bother to contact him. And Marcellus was angry that the man she thought his father and the family he thought his abandoned him. At last, when they learned the truth, they reconciled, gradually. Now, he stood proudly beside their father, as his son and co-head of the Vampire faction.

"How do you find the party, Hope?" her father asked with a smile.

She smirked and said, "Same as every year, Dad. Same old, same old"

Her father and brother smiled. "You know, the princess is right. The party needs something new" Marcellus said with a smirk.

Her father raised his eyebrows and looked from her to Marcellus and back again.

Hope smirked at her brother and said, "More like the King needs something, Marcellus"

Her father again looked her and her brother and sighed, "Am I detecting a "play against father" here?"

Marcellus laughed and ignored his comment. They started again as if Niklaus didn't speak at all, "More like someone, Princess"

Niklaus rolled his eyes and said, "Not going to happen" and left them to join his siblings.

Hope sighed as she felt her brother's hand on her shoulder, "He's not going to get over her. How is it possible to love someone whose not there for more than a century, Marcellus?"

He patted her back and said, "That's our father, Princess. He doesn't love easily. But once he does, it's for eternity"

Hope nodded and smiled at her brother.

"But on to the current matters, you, sister, look absolutely beautiful today" Marcellus said.

Hope raised her right brow.

Marcellus sighed and said, "Okay, devilishly beautiful"

Hope smiled her well schooled innocent smile, "Thank you, brother"

Marcellus scoffed and left to go downstairs with a nod.

Hope sighed and went upstairs to her chambers. She loved her father so much. He was everything a daughter could ever hope for. But she knew deep down, her father was hurting, yearning for a blond woman who stole his heart. Everyone thought that he was a changed man because of Hope. But only few knew of the truth. That her father was a changed man when he left Mystic Falls a century ago. He still loved her. Hope, on many of her sleepless nights, saw her father in his studio, talking to the woman's portrait. But what could she do? All she could do was, stand aside look as his father wait for her while his siblings settled down.

After the war was over and the peace was settled, her Aunt Freya resurrected her remaining family. Her father had her resurrect her uncles, Kol and Finn, as well as someone else. Yes, it was absolute shock for everyone when Katerina Petrova woke up from dead, as a vampire, along with her uncles. But that was what her father did. He had later told Elijah that it was his gift for the brother who was always there for him.

Kol then started pursuing Davina again, who after months and months of refusing him, finally accepted defeat and her love. She then turned a year later with Kol's blood. Finn on the other hand, had a very difficult time letting go of the things he did when he was in his dark warlock self. But he had his family with him. When you have your family with you, anything was possible. Two years later, he found the woman. Her name was Lucinda and she was a human. She was strangely accepting when he told her about the family's secret. A year later, she turned.

Marcellus and Camille finally accepted that they were the one for each other. And after lots of drinks and fights they decided to marry, just like that. One night they decided to marry, the next day they were husband and wife and Camille was a vampire. But despite that they welcomed her into the family.

Soon after that, Elijah and Katerina got married. Then it was Kol's turn. Finn then followed the path.

The only people remaining single were her father, Freya and Rebekah

She had to do something. With a determined nod, she left to her brother's chambers. If she was doing it, she needed her brother's support. She also knew that the hybrids in her faction would help her. Since she was the head of the Hybrid faction and her faction only had about fifteen hybrids. She was really surprised when her father said, she's to be the head of the Hybrid faction, and their rules were very similar to that of vampires and werewolves. They had one more rule. The hybrids get to help the wolf who turn for the first time, since the werewolf venom has no effect on them and they had the advantage of vampire speed.

Once she reached her brother's chamber, she knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal her blond sister-in-law. "Hope?"

Hope closed her eyes and said, "I need to talk to you and Marcellus"

Camille nodded and stepped back, "Come in" she said and once Hope was inside, she closed the door behind her.

Hope walked to the bed and sat down, where her brother sat against the headboard. Camille took her seat beside him and leaned on his chest.

"What is it, Princess?" Marcellus asked, he could clearly see her worry.

Hope bit her lip and sighed, "I want to find her"

Marcellus straightened, "Are you sure?"

Hope looked at him with wide eyes, "You are not mad?"

Marcellus raised a single eyebrow and smirked, "Why should I? I know very well that you wouldn't take a decision without thinking it through. Besides, I was thinking along the same lines"

Hope's face lit up as she said, "Thank you thank you, thank you so much, brother"

Marcellus smirked while Camille smiled kindly at her, "Are you both talking about 'you-know-who'?"

Hope nodded and said, "I just feel so sad that Dad found someone to love, and couldn't have her"

Camille took her hands in her and said, "I know, Hope. I shall help you however I can"

She knew she could count on her brother and sister-in-law to help her. "Thank you, Camille. I need you two here. To keep me informed"

Camille raised her eyebrow, a habit of everyone in the family, and asked, "And you are going alone to search for someone with only a name and her portrait that your father drew decades ago?"

Hope shrugged and said, "That's as much as I got"

"What are you going to tell dad?" asked Marcellus.

Hope smirked and said, "You don't worry. I am going to get one more person on board"

Marcellus tilted his head and asked, "Kol?"

Hope scrunched her nose, "Brother, I would rather stay in my wolf form forever"

Marcellus chuckled and asked, "Finn?"

Hope sighed and said, "Even a statue would smile at a time or two"

Marcellus nodded and said, "Elijah?"

Hope scoffed, "I am not going for a business trip"

"Rebekah?"

"From what Mother said, Rebekah and the woman share the world's most deadliest history"

Marcellus' eyes widened, "Freya?"

Hope smirked and said, "Good night, Marcellus, Camille. I have a very difficult Immortal witch to convince. I will take my leave, while you two once again forget to burn the sage and go at it like rabbits"

Marcellus took a pillow and threw it at her, but Hope was faster. She reached the door before the pillow hit the floor. He looked at a laughing Camille and said, "Shall we, love?"

Hope decided that she had to talk to her aunt if she had to get her father's permission. With those thoughts in mind, she rushed to the west wing where her aunt was staying. Once she reached the door, she knocked. Her aunt Freya opened the door and frowned. "What are you planning, Hope?"

Hope put her most innocent look on her face and smiled at her aunt, "Hi Aunt Freya"

Freya raised her pale eyebrows and looked her up and down. When she realized that her niece was not going to move, she sighed and opened the door wider to let her in.

Hope walked into the room and turned around to watch her aunt once she reached the centre of the room.

Her aunt stood there with her arms crossed and a brow raised, "Say it already, darling"

"Well, I am going on a trip and you are accompanying me" she said.

Freya huffed and said, "You are not like your father. You are his carbon copy."

Hope just smirked and said, "I shall take that as a compliment, Aunt"

Freya just chuckled and said, "Well, I would love to see the world rather than cooped up in the French Quarter."

Hope jumped up and down like a child and hugged her aunt. "Thank you, thank you, thank you"

"Alright, alright" she said as her niece let go of her, "Did you talk with your father about it?"

Hope pursed her lips and said, "Actually, I was hoping you would help me with it"

Freya sighed and shook her head, "Why do I always get the difficult job?" But when she looked up, Hope has the most flawless puppy dog eyes, which Freya could never say no to. And she conceited. "Tell me, darling, where are we going?"

Hope grinned and said, "Mystic Falls"

Freya was confused at first, but she soon caught on her niece's plan and smirked.