He guessed it was her first day at school, considering he'd never seen her before. Sin's eyes trailed over the girl as he stood near his locker, one shoulder propped up against it, one hand wrapped tightly around the strap of his bookbag. She was gorgeous, her hair blonde, a bit darker towards her roots, but definitely her natural color. Oh, and she was wearing the cutest outfit, too. A long sleeved blue top, white skirt that was sinfully too short, and the matching blue belt. His tongue flicked out across his bottom lip, letting his eyes rake from the blue heels she wore, up her thin legs, to the hem of the skirt. He wondered for a brief moment if she was wearing the matching underwear too. His head fell into the slightest tilt to the side. He knew who she was the moment he laid his eyes on her. Hope Mikaelson, daughter of Niklaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall - he knew them both. To an extent. Not to the extent that either, if still around, would be able to warn her about him. Oh no.. A devious grin appeared on his lips for a moment as he watched her, chatting with her sister. He barely paid much mind to Willa; she was quiet and usually kept to herself, but this one stood out to him. Something in the way she laughed, her red painted lips pulled back over those perfect pearly whites - oh, and the way she flipped her hair. There was nothing wrong with him imagining her covered in blood. Deciding to place his facade to the test, he straightened up his back so his full height showed perfect, rotated his shoulder back to shift his bag comfortably on his shoulder, and strolled over. His devious look replaced with some sort of fake innocence, his act even shining through his dark eyes. "Hey there!" He said delightfully. "I'm guessing you're new to the school, I think we have math class together?" He worded it as a question, but he didn't intend on getting an answer. "My name's Sinclair, and I just thought you should know that I think you, uhm, look really pretty today." He said with the most sickeningly sweet smile he could muster. Willa, who had been standing next to her sister gave him a little weird look, one hand reaching out to curl her fingers around Hopes arm. She knew Sinclair enough to know he always had a weird vibe. And since, he was a Lockwood, and her uncle aka Hopes dad had killed his mother, she never trusted him.

Hope didn't actually look at him until Willa had finished speaking and was now focusing her attention on him, her fingers wrapping perhaps a little too tightly around Hope's arm. When Hope eventually did turn her head she did it slowly, and elegantly, at her own pace. Sinclair was immediately a lot taller than she had expected, and her line of sight landed on default on his waist - slower still, she angled her head upwards, narrowing her eyes a little as she disliked the feeling of being so small and tiny and dwarfed. As was her trademark sign of a verbal assault about to take place, Hope wrinkled her nose and tilted her head at him, jutting her lips slightly,

"Did you dedicate any consideration to the fact that my little sister here was talking to me when you came storming over and butted in?" Hope queried harshly, her voice scathing. If she'd been talking to someone like, say, April, she would have angled her head upwards slightly to come across as condescending - but that obviously wouldn't work here, and the knowledge of it near infuriated her. Hope's nostrils flared and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. It was odd that Willa hadn't interjected to try and keep the peace or insist that she wasn't offended by Sinclair's rude interruption, but she seemed content to just let Hope slander this boy. Hmm. "I don't care if you're in any of my classes because you're not relevant enough to me for me to feel the need to care." She bit at him and then turned with a great swish of her legendary hair, and pulled Willa away from him with her, a shiver running down her spine as she turned her back on him. Suddenly she turned again, eager to have the final word, and declared, "Oh, and I know I look good today, thank you. I look good every day."

Sinclair's eyebrows rose at the verbal assault, and he had to restrain himself from smirking down at her, the need to return the snarky remarks with his way of dark, twisted flirtation, rising in his stomach, to which he forced back down. He kept that cute little smile on his lips and let out a little bubble of laughter. "I'm sure you do, and I'm sorry to Willa but I saw you and I just had to tell you," He said softly, his head tilting to the side. For a moment, his eyes flicked to Willa, noting that she hadn't made any attempt to save him from the verbal assault; seems she was catching on to his little act. They went back to the short girl and he took a few steps forward, just so he could continue to pursue her. "You're really pretty, is all I'm saying, and I think your color choices today are really, really nice, they match you well, and compliment each other, the whole, blue on white thing." He made a little gesture with his hand to the blue belt holding on to her pretty white skirt. A smile staying firm on his lips, not at all affected from the attack she'd shot at him. "And your heels make it work too, I really think you look breath taking, waaay better than any of the other girls in this school." He sighed softly. "Maybe you should start a uhm, fashion club, or something like that. I know a lot of the female population and even some of the guys would be interested in learning from you, after all, looking like the goddess you do." He purred, hand dropping from around his strap. He wanted to just get in her mind. He knew it was going to be a challenge, but he liked a good game, and he'd play with her until he was the last man standing. Literally. He'd slaughter any of the competition.

Hope visibly cringed, inching away from him with strong encouragement from her sister. There was something undeniably creepy and just... off about this guy.

"Yeah... I'm thinking maybe you should be the one to start the fashion club if you like it so much. Goodbye." Hope hurried to part ways with him and sped herself as fast as was humanly possible down the corridor, Willa managing to keep up perfect pace beside her. Once she was sure they'd managed to evade Sinclair, Hope spun Willa around to face her, rather urgently, in fact,

"Who the hell was that?"

Willa's face shifted slightly with distaste and discomfort,

"Sinclair Lockwood. Most people call him Sin."

Hope raised her eyebrows, "Seems an ironic thing to call a cheesy dork of a guy like that."

"Don't be fooled," was all Willa said, and then they said their goodbyes and parted for class. Oddly, though, Hope couldn't shift the feeling that there was something more to this Sinclair guy. Hope had this feeling, and Hope's intuition had never failed her before.

Though, ironically enough, Sin had ended up being in the same class as her, again. Coincidence? He thought not. Maybe she was supposed to end up as his victim - or he guessed the more romantic socially acceptable term was girlfriend. But he had no time for technicalities. Not when he was trying to woo a goddess. He had entered the classroom and sunk into his usual seat, on the isle right next to the left of her, two seats down. His eyes followed the women as she nearly floated across the classroom and took a seat just up in front of him. He supposed he had a great view, able to watch her as she flipped her hair and no doubt rolled those pretty eyes of hers. Surely a classroom was too boring for a goddess like herself. Part of him kind of figured that she was also older, and probably shouldn't be in the class, but, if she wasn't in the class, then that would've meant he wouldn't get to admire her like he was. He rested his head in his hand, a sweet little smile on his lips. "Hey Angel face," He cooed to her. "Looks like were sharing this class too. You know, I'm sure someone as gorgeous as you can't be bothered with doing something so basic as taking notes... I could give you a copy of mine if you wanted," He cooed, keeping his voice gentle and playful.

Hope had been fairly relaxed, relieved, actually, to have escaped the highly pressurising weight of the gaze of that Sinclair guy. He was certainly an intense individual. But it seemed that, once again, she was destined to spend an hour shifting about uncomfortably and doing her best to avoid catching his eye. As soon as his voice sounded, she sat up straight, her spine rigid and stiff with discomfort. Why was she even feeling so off? She was a legend - she was unique! The first of her species! She didn't have time for creepy guys with apparent, flourishing crushes on her. Hope whipped around in her seat and confronted him,

"I don't need to take notes, and I certainly don't want anything to do with yours, mouth-breather," she shot at him, and then returned her attention very sharply to the front, only to meet with bad news on that side as well. Hope rolled her eyes so violently and did her best to look unassumingly out of the window that it would come across as almost painful to those around her. If she had been a measly human, she would have strained or broken something. Even so, the small group of jocks who'd seen her this morning and had spent the day bothering her and flirting with her, did their best to stroll down the aisle towards her, and immediately crowded her desk, playing with their hair and then her hair and all asking her out on dates all at once. Hope resisted the urge to set their hands on fire, but batted them away. That was as far as she took it, however, because she knew anything stronger than that and she would end up accidentally slaughtering them.

The sight of the jocks crowded around her made his blood boil; Sin was never a Jock type guy and he always despised that type of guy, but to see them touching.. HIS Goddess? In ways he, at the moment, wasn't even allowed?

"Uhm, boys, why don't you give the lovely lady some space? Obviously she' isn't very.. Interested in any of you."

"Oh, like she's interested in you, Claaaair?" One shot back, shooting him a glare. Sin sucked in a breath and stood up from his seat. Being slightly over six foot, it didn't make it hard for him to tower over the shorter guys; Ironically, the football team only had a couple taller members, and this wasn't one of them. He took a step closer, and stared down at the slightly shorter male, letting his eyes bore into his. His head tilted slowly, menacing look building up in his eyes.

"I said to step away from her. You're making her uncomfortable and a pretty girl like that? Requires more then three minutes of a good time and then two hours of burping contests with your buddies." He said simply. "So, you can either do the polite thing and go take a seat with your friends, or.. We're going to have to take a slightly rougher route that would require us to take a walk to the princples office." OH, but they wouldn't make it that far if that was the road they chose to walk.

Hope felt she could melt, she was so uncomfortable and... well, she wasn't embarrassed. Hope Mikaelson didn't get embarrassed - she could make herself melt, though. Just not permanently. She angled her head upwards, at a rather painful angle, because Sin was so freakishly tall, and regarded him. There was something different about him now. He seemed more like his actual self. Curious, Hope invested in casting a spell, a rather rare one that had been difficult to learn, and peeked into Sinclair's mind. Flashes of blood, knives and... the jocks before them. In the corner, but shining like a deity, was herself. Hope. He had her pictured perfectly in his mind even when he wasn't looking at her, and they'd only met three hours ago. Hope edged as far away from him as her seat allowed, and dredged up the rest of her power to grab a hold of the consciousness of all three jocks and held her finger up. With a small, rotation from her index finger, the jocks all spun on their heels and hurried away, leaving Sin and Hope alone. She simply stared at him, pensive. He was a lot more interesting than she'd initially thought.

"I don't need you to scare off unwanted suitors, but thanks for the assist."

Sin's eyes followed them carefully as they left, oh, he'd definitely be paying them a visit. He just couldn't help it. Though when she spoke to him, he was back to his smiling, goody goody self, and spun to meet her gaze. "Oh, don't thank me. It's the role of the gentlemen to care for the lady, even when shes quite capable of doing it herself. I'm sure my mother would climb out of her grave to smack me with a desk if I just sat there and let them pick at you," He said sweetly, arms crossing over his broad chest as he gazed down at her. "I'll make sure they don't do it again. Those Jocks can get kinda pushy and you're already going to have to deal with this mundane environment I'm sure you don't need the extra annoyance of some brain dead, steroid induced muscle heads drooling over your designer clothes." He nodded and moved to sit back down, knowing that it had to be awkward for her to have to have her head tilted at such an odd angle. "Just leave it to me," He purred, and he did his best to keep the tone as sweet and innocent and 'I'm gonna tattle on em' as he could, though he knew there was a blood lust that lingered behind his voice.

Hope raised her pen from her desk and bit down on it very, very lightly, twirling it about as she did so. She spent the rest of the lesson thinking, or trying to listen in on Sinclair's thoughts - but he kept it all very shrouded and hidden. As she'd promised him, she hadn't needed to take any notes, and as she was quite clearly distracted, the teacher kept picking on her for answers, and she answered correctly, flawlessly, every single time. When it came to be time for the lesson to end, she hurried off, but somehow Sinclair managed to stick to her side, strolling along beside her - towering over her. Hope glared up at him, keeping her bag close to her - desperately searching for her sister,

"You're awfully hypocritical, you know that? You warn off other guys I clearly don't want to be spending time with, but don't leave me alone yourself? What kind of a-" Hope broke off her sentence, spying Willa amongst the crowd, and called to her, "Willa!"

Surprisingly, Willa took one look at SInclair standing next to Hope, and practically flew over to them, tackling Hope with an extremely tight, extremely restricting hug, and placed herself between them. Hope noticed Sin glaring somewhat at Willa, and so she tugged her sister round so that she was on the other side of her, and now Hope was face to face with Sin - eyes narrowed and jaw set as she seethed up at him, "Leave. Me. Alone." She demanded, and turned on her heel, stalking off.

Sin watched her go, a smile playing on his lips, oh, he'd get her yet. He'd definitely get her yet. It wasn't long before he'd managed to find her again, this time outside the school, towards the back. He was smiling that sweet little smile, bag left somewhere, god knows where, he really didn't care, didn't remember. He studied her from afar for a moment, eyes sliding over the back of her figure, before he stalked up to her and popped up next to her. "You know, I think it's kinda funny that we keep running into each other like this," laughing, he stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his deep colored jeans. "I think it means that we're suppose to be friends, or something." He added the 'or something' as a little suggestion, though he knew that she hated him. Or at the moment, anyway, she hated him, but that would change. She'd grow interested, she'd like him. He knew it, he had to make it happen, that was all.

Hope froze up, in the middle of talking to a friend. Hope turned away from him and towards Sinclair, her lips falling from a smile into a tight, stressed line,

"I don't think it's funny. I find it pretty creepy, actually." She seethed, and her friend inched forwards, he curled an arm around her waist to try and pull her backwards, but Hope kicked him in the shin. He was a vampire, so it wasn't like it would actually hurt him, but he was always too touchy feely, so physical punishment was always in the works for him around Hope. She sighed, closing her eyes momentarily, and fixed her hair. She sorted out the positioning of her bag on her shoulder, and re-opened her eyes when she was ready, regarding Sin was an expression that was somehow a little softer, a little more patient than it had been,

"Clair - have you seen my sister?" She questioned, the slightest edge hinted at in her voice, making sure to emphasise the unkind shortening of his name. Once again, her friend, Tony, tried to pull her back towards him in a gesture that was already too intimate as he looped an arm around her shoulders, and his other once again around her waist. Hope looked to Sin, eyebrows raised, and the expression on his face was the exact way she was feeling inside. With a little grunt of ladylike exertion, Hope brought flame into her hands and burned Tony, kicking his leg so that he fell down to the ground before stalking off with Sin, allowing him to lead her to wherever Willa was. She'd experienced far too much harrassment from the male gender, she'd decided. What was with guys?

The need to kill the guy burned in his stomach, but he was quick to shove it down and cleared his throat as he lead her away. "You know," He started. "I find you interesting. I mean, I'm sure anyone and everyone who knows what you are, finds you interesting." It was true, most people were either interested or terrified around her, he'd noticed that from the supernatural kind in the school. He shook the thoughts before he could go deeper. "But, something about you draws me to you. I don't mean to come off as creepy, really, I'm a good guy, promise, but, I just feel like I need to be around you. It's not like I'm pulling lord-of-the-douche's move back there and trying to cop a feel." He nodded, as if he was clairfying his own words. "Really, I just wanna be friends." He proposed to her and turned his head to look down at her. "I've been nothin but a gentlemen all day, even leading you to your sister! Like, you gotta admit, I'm a pretty nice guy."

Hope cocked her head up at him, folding her arms under her bust, eyes narrowed suspiciously,

"I'm a pretty nice guy is not something a nice guy needs to say," she contradicted him, and then raised her eyebrows, tossing her hair with flair as she turned her head to face forwards again, "but you're right - you've not really done anything wrong." She considered. He was right, after all, he'd only solved her problems and been... excruciatingly nice, thus far. She didn't believe he wanted to be her friend, because... who looked at their friends like that, apart from maybe Tony? Hope shook her head slightly to herself, considering what else he'd said, "And what do you mean you feel drawn to me? I'm nothing special."

Hope realised, as soon as she'd said that, that she was of course, wrong. She was literally the only one of her kind, the same way that Willa was the only one of her kind - but if that was what was drawing Sin to her, then why wasn't he hovering around Willa all the time?

"I beg to differ," He said quickly in return. "In fact, you're very special. I've never met a girl like you before. Besides, some people are just meant to be friends, you know?" He giggled. Actually giggled. Wow, he could fool himself. He had hummed and stopped when he saw Willa a few feet away, sat on the grass chatting with a friend. "Have a good day, Hope," he cooed to her, patted her shoulder before he turned and slipped away, leaving her with willa. He'd spent awhile after, really just setting this up, luring Tony outside. He'd been waiting there, rolling his neck side to side, listening to the uncomfortbale cracking. He let out a little snarl, the sound vibrating in his throat when he saw him, but kept the smile on his lips anyway. "Hey there, man, I couldn't help but notice that you're a little too touchy with Hope." He started, feigning innocence.

"What's that got to do with you?" He'd shot back. Sin let out a laugh as he curled his fingers into a fist.

"A lot, actually," He whispered, voice an octave lower as he tugged some brass knuckles from his pocket and slid it over his fingers to fit comfortably in his fist. "I just, don't like vampires too much, you know?" He started as he got a vile of vervain out, and poured it over the knucles and his hand. "And I don't like people touching Hope. So thats what it has to do with me." He mumbled slowly, before he had tucked the vile away and pulled his arm back, letting the knuckles come in contact with the guys jaw, and when he fell, it was only a second that Sinclair was over him, laughing wildly while he bashed his fist into the guys jaw, which, cut him up and spilled vervain into his skin and his cuts.

Hope was just rounding the corner once again, trying to find Sin. She'd realised very quickly that Willa was in fact comforting a crying and friend, and that she also had no idea where her first class tomorrow morning was. As it was looking to be extremely likely that she shared that class with Sin, she'd come after him to catch up to him and see if he wouldn't mind her company. What she'd found, though... had been far from anything she'd ever expected. Making absolutely sure that nobody was around, Hope blurred her way towards them and tackled Sin off of Tony, and landed on top of him on the parking lot ground. She stared at him, gaze steely and unforgiving,

"Nice guy, huh?" She accused, not paying any attention to the pitiful moaning Tony was giving out behind them. She was practically straddling Sinclair without realising it, too involved in figuring out who he really was and why she'd found the sight of him beating the shit out of Tony so unexpectedly attractive. She narrowed her eyes further, "What do you really want with me?"

Sin had let out a grunt as he got tackled, watching her with a smirk. Seems part of the cat was out of the bag, now it was keeping the rest of it locked up. He slid his tongue over his lip and sat up a little. "Same thing I told you I wanted with you. I just wanna be friends," He cooed to her, eyes sliding over her facial features, studying her closely as he did, imprinting the way she looked deep into his mind. "I just reallllly... Really didn't like how this guy was touching you," He said slowly, one hand, the one free of vervain, raised to push her hair back out of her face for her before he gave her a sweet, sick smile. "Nothing wrong with that, is there? I'm sure your father would've done the same thing." His eyes drifted back to the body on the ground, listening to the cries he made, watching him writhe and hold his face. "But theres one more thing that I wanted to doo.." He explained, nudging her off him and standing up, going over to crouch down next to him, tugging his hands from his face and assessing the burning. "I'd say I'm sorry - but I'm not." He said simply before dumping the rest of the liquid down the guys throat. "There we go. That should be a good lesson."

Hope didn't touch the ground once he'd pushed her off, and instead she spun, blurring over to stand in front of him. She couldn't care less about Tony. He worked for her father. He was supposed to be strong and he was supposed to keep his hands off of her. Hope didn't know what to do about Sin. This was... the most unexpected thing she could think of. She sped over to him, colliding with him and forcibly pushing him back until he hit the nearest wall. She was petite and tiny but she was the strongest thing on Earth and she was quite possibly the most powerful, too.

"I'm not going to ask you this again, Sin. Who are you and what do you want? You have one more opportunity to give me the whole truth before I take you home with me and let my father and his boyfriend take over the interrogation."

She was sick of liars. She'd grown up with a liar. Aunt Rebekah had lied to her every single day of her life until Hope accidentally met her father in the coffee shop she was working at. For some reason, she was unconventionally attached to the thought of Sin, already, and it was just like he'd described... there was something magnetising about him, no matter how annoying or creepy he was. She just wanted answers. She wanted someone to treat her the way Willa did - to be honest with her and treat her like an equal. She. Wanted. Answers. To further establish her point, she punched the brick wall beside him so hard that she left a sizeable dent in it.

Sinclair was laughing now as he collided with the wall, had to keep laughing because the sound of the screaming man was just.. Too funny. "I haven't lied to you," He breathed out in a pant as he moved a hand to his stomach. "My name is Sinclair Lockwood, Werewolf, I awakened my gene when I was eight years old after slaughtering a boy behind a church." He said simply, shrugging. "I'm a nice guy. If you don't do something to piss me off." His eyes trailed back to Tony, a sick grin on his lips. "And I just want to be your friend. Maybe a little more than that later on, but for right now? I just want to be your friend." He told her and turned his eyes back to hre. "I swear it on my mothers grave. Which, ironically, she's in because of your father. Now don't you think it's funny that i want to be friends?" He cooed and leaned down close to her face. "I haven't lied to you yet, sweetheart. I've been nothing but the truth and honest about my intentions. I haven't touched you or done anything wrong. I've got other guys to not touch you and," He gestured to Tony, who was probably dying inside, literally. "And punished the ones who did."

Hope didn't know how to react to any of it. Everything he was saying was true... on a technical level. Hope sighed, reaching up to wipe the little specks of blood off of his face, furthermore, she pushed his hair back, sorting it out for him. Finally, she reached up, pushed herself up on her tiptoes, rested her hands on his shoulders, and looked him in the eyes,

"You'll wanna calm down, unless you want to get us caught. Of course, I could resolve the situation for us pretty quickly, but... that asshole's used up enough of my power today as it is," she concluded, moving a hand away from his face to gesture behind her with her thumb, towards Tony. Hope stared at him for a moment longer and then released him, moving away and letting him slump against the wall. Her strength frightened even herself, sometimes. She moved to walk away, and then turned to look back at him, "Promise me you won't hurt anyone I care about," she demanded, chin held high, "there will be severe consequences if you do."

Hope lived and grew up around enough psychopaths and sociopaths to know how to identify one, and how to put up with one - something she was very good at - and something, no doubt, Sinclair was not used to. Hope went to walk away again but then something he'd said struck her like a bolt of pure lightning and wouldn't let her move until she'd said what she needed to say; "And I'm sorry for what my father did to your mother. I'd find a way to take it back if I could."

Sinclair had hummed innocently. "Of course, Darlin. I wouldn't dare." He promised and watched her before sucking in a breath. "Truthfully, I don't care." He admitted. "Your father did it because my brother was acting against his command. I would've done the same thing, if I had been in his shoes." And maybe that was the thing that tore him and Tyler apart, he was so much like Klaus, so similar, thought so similar and acted out so violently the same. In all honesty, if Sinclair could he would become like him in any way; but he was mostly mortal, and maybe that was the scary part. He didn't rely on supernatural speed or strength or fangs to end his victims, it was pure force and human physical strength, and that was terrifying to most. He was a werewolf, and those supernatural abilities only showed up really during the full moon, when he had no control over what he did, not that he wanted to have any, anyway. He loved what happened on full moons, reveled in it, actually.

Hope nodded uncertainly and finally walked away, still nodding a little to herself.