Fun fact about learning to ride a horse- you are bound to fall, and not even supernatural abilities would be able to save you. The horse looked cute, but the newly auto-proclaimed Dawn could guarantee that it was a little imp that had escaped the pits of hell (much like herself). By the third day, she had honestly thought about eating it for lunch multiple times.

She had yet to find civilization, which meant she had to go Cullen if she wanted to control her thirst enough to think straight. She should have compelled the woman she previously killed to be her guide and happy meal with legs, she honestly did not think it would be so hard to find people in the 11th century.

She had thought she was pulling a Ted Bundy by talking to corpses but killing cute and fluffy rabbits most definitely felt like a prologue to the life of a serial killer. Also, she got fur on her teeth, it was gross.

Not to mention it tasted bad, animal blood reminded her of the watered-down soup she was forced to eat when she was young at the orphanage. It was stale, bland and it left her feeling unhappy. At least in the orphanage, she got to eat dessert after, most likely a piece of fruit, but still good enough to erase the taste from her mouth. Now? Well, she could just eat another rabbit if she got hungry, but no dessert in sight.

Obviously, she was not made to be vegetarian, not as a human, and most definitely not as a vampire. Even so, the horse was so annoying that she was thinking about eating it.

"Stop that!" She hissed at the horse; she would have named it if she had liked him but until he changed his attitude, he was going to be called Horse. In reply the stallion made a groan-like sound and shook its head, she could feel the judge.

She sighed, at least it had not made her fall for the third time today. So far time travel sucked, at least her good old car did not silently judge her.

It took her about fifteen days to find a village, she almost wanted to kiss the bloody horse for finding her human blood. Yes, that is how desperate she was after bunny number 32. Not to mention Bambi, it tasted better than a rabbit, but it honestly gave her Disney nightmares.

Since she had obviously failed to plan her first encounter with humans, which resulted in days of animal blood, she decided to plan before engaging with the village. First, she had already figured out that she could compel without understanding the other person's language. Compelling was magic, its basic form was intent, and as such language did not exactly matter if the intention was clear.

Hope had not known that because in her time everybody at least understood English, and the language barriers were few or none. They also had not taught that in school, even if it was a very useful piece of information.

She had not known either, in the show everybody just spoke English in flashbacks. If she thought about it carefully, Hope knew from Kol's stories that the man had explored and compelled his way through most Asian countries, but she also knew that he had no patience for learning (not like Elijah at least), as such it made sense that compulsion was not based on language.

But there was a problem with that. Even if she could compel, acquiring knowledge and understanding said knowledge would be complicated. For example, the Reino de Castilla. She was quite good at history, but as an American, her European ancient history was a bit sketchy. She did however know that it was one of the kingdoms that originated Spain, but geographically she had no idea where she was.

She studied Asian Studies in college, she was kind of regretting it now. Modern Chinese and Asian culture and History were not going to be very useful in Europe.

Mind note for later though, she had to go to China and met Ching Shih, one of the most badass Chinese ladies to exist. She was a pirate captain with a gigantic fleet that terrorizes the southern china sea. Too bad Wu Zetian was already dead, that lady had been the only woman to have the title of Emperor of China while having a vagina.

That made her think about all the famous people she wanted to meet like Nobunaga, Mary I of England aka Bloody Mary (the woman had a drink named after her, now that's iconic), Shakespeare… the list would be quite extensive. She also wanted to know if Vlad the Impaler and Elizabeth Bathory were actually vampires or if they were just creepy little fuckers. Still, matter for another day, she had centuries to write down that list.

The point was she needed to speak old Spanish, and her normal Spanish was not even half comprehensible. She honestly hoped she at least understood a few words, or she would be screwed. That also meant she couldn't just waltz into the village, people would find her strange and she would not be able to blend in as she couldn't communicate properly.

The plan was simple. First- find a nice small family, compel one of them to invite her into their home. As soon as she had shelter, she would compel the rest of the family to obey her and not mention her existence to anybody else. Then she would have to try very hard not to kill them, it would bring up attention, and until she felt ready to live in the past, she would need to keep to herself. For now, she just needs a bed, blood, and hopefully a warm bath (after having to shower in the cold-ass river, it was a priority).

She found a small family of four that lived near the edge, she observed for a day, and she noticed that they did not seem to be very social with their neighbors. Perfect, antisocial people did not have many people asking questions. The parents, a twelve-year-old girl, and a nine-year-old boy. The children's presence would be somewhat strange, but it would have to do.

She compelled the mother to let her in, and as soon as she walked in she went straight for the children to compel them to obey and be quiet. She then decided to be a bit smarter this time, ordering the mother to leave the house and go into the woods to feel a cup with her blood. An open wound near Dawn would cause her to snap after the amount of bunny blood she had consumed.

The woman returned later, her wound was cleaned and wrapped but Dawn could smell the blood. The tribrid went straight for the cup, gulping it down too fast because she could not control herself. Once it was finished she put the cup down and let out a sigh of contentment. Blood was to vampires what ambrosia was to the Gods, just a drop and she felt rejuvenated.

Now she had proper food and shelter, she could relax and get comfortable with her new existence.

Dawn had been staying with her Spanish compelled family for about two weeks when she first ventured into the village at night. She was growing restless inside the hut every day with people that could not even understand her. She had tried to learn old Spanish from the family, but at best she understood a few words in a sentence.

After she remembered she was a witch (she had honestly almost forgotten, the need for blood and her hunger had kept her attention on the fact that she was a vampire), she had thought about a translation spell. Except Hope only knew a written language translation spell, which wasn't much help either.

In the end, she just decided to wing it, she would eventually learn the language with time and as a vampire, she had all the time in the world. If she didn't bring attention to herself, she would be just fine. In other words, she managed to put her problems on the other side of her mental Wall of China, and she would just enjoy life.

Dawn managed to get a cloak and covered her head, as she walked in the night throughout the deserted village. There were not many sights to see, just wooden huts randomly distributed with a fire still burning in the center of the village. To the right was a river that watered the crops and the animals. She had not thought about it but life in the dark ages was simple for humans- work, eat, sleep, and procreate until you eventually die.

Having explored for a bit she decided to return, her very uncomfortable bed on the hard cold ground was waiting for her (yes, she missed her bed and pillow almost as much as she missed television).

What she didn't expect was for someone to grab her arm and push her against a tree all of a sudden. Once upon a time, she would have been afraid, now she just wondered who was going to be her dinner tonight.

"Well, well, well… Hope Mikaelson, good to see you around these parts." Ryan Clarke greeted with a smirk, looking down at the girl with amusement. What did surprise him was the fact that instead of scowling at him as she would have, she gave him a grin.

"Agent Clarke, how have the dark ages been treating you?" Dawn inquired, slightly surprised but mostly amused. She had no idea the Golem had followed Hope through time, but this was great. She needed a guide and translator; wasn't this guy centuries old? He might make himself useful.

"Could have been better." He replied with a shrug, examining her. He noticed she looked different, maybe it was the clothes or the way her hair was styled to blend in with the time they were in, but something had changed. The Hope Mikaelson he knew would be glaring, making sarcastic remarks, and being plain hostile. "Care to explain yourself?"

"You mean the whole mimic spell and jump for our deaths?" She questioned, before shrugging. "Well, you were being a dick and I was feeling slightly suicidal. If you mean the whole time-travel shenanigans… yeah, no fucking clue on that."

She was being honest, he could tell. Still, the cursing, the relaxed posture, and the attitude made him pause. Shouldn't Hope Mikaelson be frustrated and angry at the fact that she not only was completely forgotten by her friends after jumping into Malivore but that she failed to destroy his father? Shouldn't she be trying with all her might to return to her time, to her friends and family?

He narrowed his eyes at her. "What's wrong with you?"

"Other than the fact that there's no canalized water in this century, you mean?" She rolled her eyes, but she was slightly frustrated with herself.

Less than five minutes and Hope's enemy already figured something wasn't right, if she had wakened in the present-time she would already have been exorcised out of this body by the so-called hero-squad with the help of Alaric. They would figure out that she wasn't Hope in a second, they were just too different.

He nodded, still not understanding what could have happened for such a change in personality.

"Well, there's the whole thing with being a vampire now… blood is great, even if I have to bite necks of people that don't know the term 'personal hygiene'." She replied, nonchalant and with a bored look on her face.

"That doesn't explain… this." Ryan replied, pointing at her. She was finally a vampire, but shouldn't her personality have been heightened? Hope Mikaelson should be even more judgy than normal. "Something else is going on, you should be worried about your friends and your boyfriend… instead, it feels like you don't care. Did you turn it off?"

By this point Dawn could not even be bothered to come up with more excuses, she wasn't planning on pretending to be Hope. Plus, this dude was Hope's enemy… the fact that his enemy was no longer the same person would be a good thing, wasn't it?

"Ok, enough… this is boring me." She finally said, huffing in annoyance. "Hope Mikaelson is officially dead. She broke her neck in the fall and I woke up in her body with all her memories. The fact is, I'm not her and I couldn't care less about some school or some annoying flaming chicken of a boyfriend."

Ryan Clarke slowly blinked, taking in the information. Hope Mikaelson was dead, he was surprised and slightly shocked. Sure, she had been annoyingly good and always ready to judge him and his actions but still… she was a worthy opponent.

The fact that someone else had taken over the girl's body was surprising, not the weirdest he had seen, however. But, who was he talking to exactly?

"Who are you?" He inquired, narrowing his eyes at the petit body in front of him. "What are you?"

"I'm Dawn, and before this… I was just a human in the 21st century getting out from work before I died." She replied with a sarcastic smile, not bothering to tell him that Dawn wasn't her original name, or that she wasn't originally from this universe.

"So, you were a normal human that somehow died and ended up in the body of Hope Mikaelson, with all her memories?" Ryan inquired, skeptical.

"You forgot the part where I woke up in the dark ages, in the body of a tribrid, while thirsting for blood… but yes, essentially that's what happened." She rolled her eyes at his attitude; it did sound ridiculous but wasn't the guy made out of mud… he should be acquainted with supernatural bullshit.

Ryan Clarke had to admit that he was at loss for words. Why had a human possessed the body of Hope Mikaelson? And without magical interference, really? And was it really possession? Possession meant that the original soul was still inside and knowing Hope Mikaelson she would have been able to kick a human soul out of her body. There was a high chance that she truly was dead.

"Well, then Dawn… I guess it's nice to meet you." He finally said, there was no point in antagonizing the new tribrid… he needed her to return to his time after all.

"Sure buttercup, it's nice that you're being less of a dick." She said, before giving him a knowing look. "But that just means you want something."

"Well, if we want to return to our time I will need a powerful witch… and that's you." He said with his nice-guy smile, he needed to charm this woman into helping him. "Didn't you just mentioned you missed canalized water and the notion of personal hygiene? Being in this century must have been a hard experience for you, especially with having to feed on humans."

She rolled her eyes, this manipulative little mudblood (she meant it literally too, his blood would not be tasty if the guy was made out of mud).

"What makes you think I want to return?" She asked, curious at what he would reply. "The way I see it, I'm immortal and I have all the time in the world."

"Well, unlike in your time, life isn't as easy or as comfortable. There's also the fact that you might change something, and the butterfly effect will be catastrophic." Ryan said, trying to reason with the girl. He could not deal with one more millennium working for his father, that just sounded like torture, and there was the chance that Malivore had indeed been destroyed after they jumped.

She finally got tired of being stuck against a tree and used her hand to push him away from her. He did not fight her and took a few steps back.

"Butterfly effect, that's cute. Someone has been watching way too much television. The truth is nobody really knows what happens when time travel is involved. Maybe the fact that we're here just created a new timeline, separated from the one where we come from." Dawn said, not believing him for a second. "And sure, I'm down for a comfortable life, but I would have to deal with Hope's friends and the remaining members of her crazy family and I'm not doing that. Not to mention, we don't even know a safe way to time travel other than jumping once more into the pit… and we might end up with the dinosaurs for all we know."

Ryan listened and had to admit that she had a point, not that he would tell her that.

"I doubt we would end up with the dinosaurs, after all, we ended up in this year for a reason." He finally said, maybe sharing information would make her more agreeable.

"Do share with the class mudblood." Dawn said, narrowing her eyes at the Golem.

He rolled his eyes at the insult but had to admit that at least this Hope… correction, at least Dawn had slightly more inventive insults than the Hope Mikaelson he had known. "Malivore was born a month ago If I'm not mistaken, in the Iberian Peninsula, where we are right now."

"So, the uglier version of marvel's sandman is a newborn, how cute." She sassily replied, but her mind was telling her to get the fuck out of this Peninsula. Maybe put a sea between her and that thing.

"If you woke up on the same day like me, then we arrived here at the moment of my father's creation." He stated.

"Then he must have been the temporal connection used to guide us through time." She stated, remembering Hope's magical studies. "That means that even if we wanted to return, we would need him. And let me tell you something Clarke, I'm not going near that thing."

The Golem was frowning, deep in thought. The last thing he wanted was to go back to his father, in fact, he quite agreed with Dawn when she said she didn't want to go near Malivore. Still, he had studied magic through the centuries, and he knew that according to the witches meddling with time would upset the balance of nature. It could also result in paradoxes, and even erase people out of existence.

"I honestly don't understand why you want to go back," Dawn said, pulling the Golem out of his thoughts. "Your father is going to create another version of you, past you, to be his bitch. Meanwhile, you are free, for the next thousand years, you're on vacation from your filial duties to the thing. That gives you plenty of time to just get another body, no more slavery for you."

His head snapped in her direction as soon as she finished speaking, surprised at what she had just say. She did have a point; his past self would still exist and would still do his father's bidding. As such, his father had no reason to call on him.

Also, he would be born in two centuries which meant he had until then to create a new body with no connection to his father. However, as soon as the link was formed at his creation his father would be able to tell where he was. He would be able to tell there were two sons instead of one. Two centuries were still good enough, after all, he had long since planned on having his own body, and as such he knew exactly what he needed.

"You have a point." He slowly replied, maybe he could live for once.

"Obviously." Dawn rolled her eyes but was secretly glad he agreed because she did not want to have to fight him about returning to their time. "Now that we agree on something, how about we make a deal?"

"A deal?" He inquired, surprised. With that face, he kept forgetting that she wasn't the Hope he was used to.

"Yes." She replied with a nod and explained. "I need a translator and a guide because no matter how good I was in History I happen to suck at old languages. You're old, I bet you can manage this better than I."

He smirked, that was indeed true. "I might dabble, but how can help you benefit me?"

"Well, what do you want?" Dawn asked, pushing her chin pun so that she could look him in the eye. "Other than time travel, that is."

He would need a powerful witch to make him a body, and if she had Hope's memories then a powerful witch she was indeed. "Make me a new body."

She blinked surprised, sure she had just given him that idea it didn't mean she was up for making a Golem. Also, if she did it didn't that mean she had control over him? Why would he ask her?

"Why ask me? I mean the creator has power over the creation as you very well know. Plus, I don't even know how to create a body for you." She inquired, perplexed.

"I know how to do it, and not as a Golem." He explained. "I have always wished to be more, to be human or as human-like as possible. That however as two problems- one the ingredients are extremely hard to find. In our time, some were already extinct. And two- I need an extremely powerful witch to actually do it."

"Sound interesting." She nodded, wondering how he wanted to pull it off. "Then it's a deal. We will travel together searching for your super-duper rare ingredients while you work as my translator and guide. By the time you have a body, I'll probably be able to just make it on my own."

She put her hand up, offering it so that they could shake on it. He was surprised by her friendly gesture but have her an actual honest smile.

"It's a deal."

If he knew what his future had in store, Ryan Clarke would have actually run for the hills that day. No body could be worth the headaches she would put him through.

A/N: HERE CHAPTER 2 ! Ryan Clarke is here, and he might be here to stay at least for a while but something tells me he might eventually regret that choice. Some of you might not be fans of Clarke, but I actually dig the guy and think that he honestly was just a person in a fucked up situation- literally an abusive parent that he could never get away from.

We got to see more of Dawn's personality in this chapter. She impulsive but she learns from her mistakes. She's a planner who likes to be in control of herself and her situation. Her sassiness mostly includes sarcastic remarks or blunt and cold honesty. Her first thought on Ryan was how he could be useful to her, she's selfish and she's okay with that. Honestly, if Hope Mikaelson was her mother's daughter, and Dawn is her father's daughter instead.

So, did you guys enjoy it? How do you think this team-up is going to go? I'm not sure if I did Ryan Clarke's personality justice, but then again his character could have been more explored in the show.

Tell me your thought's in the comment section down below.

xx, ritzmix