Clarke's eyes met her's and she gasped at the emotion it portrayed. Those hazel balls which were always twinkled with mischief and scheming now were dull with tiredness and fear?

What was he afraid of?

"Clarke?" The words escaped her mouth as a thousand questions ran through her brain.

"You know me?" He asked in anticipation as his eyes portrayed the same emotion.

He quickly moved forward and stood at the opposite side of the bar where Hope was.

"The hell I know you." Hope felt as sense of anger rush through her. "You were supposed to be dead and now you show up at my family's bar all good after years and what do you ask? "Do I know you?"" Hope spat out in anger.

"I'm sorry. I don't know about that but I seriously don't remember anything. Who are you? And do you know who I am?" He asked Hope in a hurry as if his life depended on that question.

"Of course I know you Clarke. And I'm Hope, don't you remember? What happened to Malivore then, if you are still outside?" She couldn't hold herself anymore. She was feeling like she was about to burst out.

Ryan freaking Clarke was alive and well. Oh how much she had missed him. How much she'd cried every night after that fateful night thinking that she would never be able to see him again. She missed him, missed him like crazy. Those mischievous eyes, the annoying smirk, the behaviour of a know-it-all. She missed it all. She had not been able to continue her relationship with Landon as she was too distracted to mourn a person whom she considered to be her enemy. Whom she felt to be extremely annoying.

But this? This was even more annoying than anything. Ryan Clarke was in front of her but he was gone. Everything about him was gone. Only the fact that it was him. His smirk, the twinkling in his eyes, his know-it-all behaviour while acting like a fool. They were all gone. Instead he was asking question politely.

"Hope?" He asked with a gleam in his eyes. The word was more of a statement than a question. It was as if he remembered something.

"Yes, Hope." Hope answered back in confusion.

He looked down at his shoes and took a deep breath and then looked up at her again.

"I don't remember anything from before two years ago. I only remember two sentences. Two people wishing each other Merry Christmas. One person was called Hope. If I make my best guess then I was wishing that person Merry Christmas and the other person wished me back. She called me by the name Clarke. Was that you?" He asked with hope in his eyes.

"I... I am." Hope replied in shock. He didn't remember anything. All his memories were gone for good.

"Can you tell me what happened? How do you know me? Can you tell me my full name? I need answers Hope. I need to know who I am. I need to know what happened to me. I'm in serious trouble, please. If you could tell me anything. Just anything will do." He begged her.

That was so unlike Ryan Clarke. He never begged. Hell, he never ever said the word please.

"Clarke, there's too much to be told. Do you have time to talk somewhere more private?" Hope said as she saw customers flooding in.

"Sure, I am ready to do anything for this to end." Clarke sighed as he followed Hope out of the bar.

Hope took Ryan to the compound where Freya was waiting for them. As they were settled in the parlour, Ryan started to speak.

"Do you believe in supernatural?" Ryan asked, looking up at Hope who was leaning against a table, opposite to the couch he was sitting on.

"Try me." Hope wasn't going to give anything just yet. She needed to know the whole scenario.

"Well I can see that you're a wolf." Ryan pointed.

"Well yes, I'm part wolf, right." Hope said as she came and sat on a chair near by.

"Your full name, you asked? Well it's Ryan Clarke and you are my ex boyfriend's not so friendly half brother." She replied to the previously asked questions.

"Can I trust you, Hope?" Ryan asked with suspicion.

"You can, until it's not something that might be an evil scheming of yours" Hope replied.

"Well, I am having trouble with something that no one has yet been able to help me with. I have visited many witches but they were not able to help me. And well many have turned against me as they feel that I'm some kind of abomination, something that isn't supposed to exist. Half of the witch population are hunting me as we speak and have every intention to kill me on sight. I had visited a Bennett witch, Bonnie Bennett, she said that there is a clan of wolves living in the bayou near New Orleans. She said that they can help me." Ryan explained.

"Why are you in trouble?" Hope asked in curiosity.

"I killed a person and activated my werewolf side. The witches that I have tried to seek help from said that I'm part wolf, witch and vampire. They also said that I also have something else in me but none have been able to identify what. They only said that I'm the second Tribrid to ever have existed and that there is only one other Tribrid to ever exist."

"You cannot be a Tribrid, Clarke." Hope replied in shock.

"Why?" Ryan asked in utter confusion.

"Because I'm The Tribrid. I'm the only one of my kind."