Chapter: 5

"My father is Niklaus Mikaelson" Derek sends me an amused look.

"The Mikaelson family are just a myth" he looks over at Deaton only to see the bald man's face looking emotionless.

"What?" Derek stands "This is some kind of joke"

"I'm afraid it's not. The Mikaelson's are very real and this young lady…" he points at me "… is indeed one of the daughters of the hybrid; Niklaus Mikaelson"

"One of the daughters?" the wolf sits back down.

"Yeah my sister Hope" I look around at each face before continuing "my mother is a werewolf" I scowl before stuttering "w-well was a werewolf, she is a hybrid now. My father triggered his werewolf gene, unknowing to him also made him be able to conceive a child… or well in this case two"

For the next hour I explained my situation, how the witches tried to kill my sister and I, claiming that we were an abomination and that they are still trying to kill us now. I told them all about my uncles and aunts and about how I wanted to go back to New Orleans and stay with my father rather than stay with my mother and step-father.

I explained that my grandmother was a witch so the witch gene passed down to us. Hope had more wolf then witch while I have more witch then wolf.

The expressions on the boys minus Deaton's faces almost made me laugh out loud.

"So what your saying is that your dad could kill all of us" he waved his arms around "in let's say ten seconds" stiles squeaked out.

I nod "Yeah, essentially yes"

I manage to make out the murmur he said next "And I snogged one of his daughters, brilliant"