The Originals Fan Fiction

By: Nikasilva

The Family Tree

Disclaimer: I do not own the show or its characters.


In a house with a white picket fence and blue shutters lived a blond women and her nearly one year old niece. They lived in a normal home, in a normal neighborhood, with normal people even though the two were anything but normal. The original vampire and miracle child lived peacefully in the small town they now resided in and no one ever thought about questioning their presents there. They were safe and happy, that's all either one of them could care about.

Rebekah was tell the story of her brothers and Haley as she rocked Hope to sleep. The story of a King who had many enemies who sought out to knock him down, but continued to stand tall alongside his noble brother and a young werewolf by his side fighting the fight in order to bring their beautiful princess back home to be reunited once again. Truth be told Hope knew exactly what her aunt was talking about because she remembered it all; the witches the tried to sacrifice her after silting her mother's throat turning her into a hybrid, Marcel who saved her but who also lost many of his friends, her mother and uncle's tearful goodbye, Klaus giving her her name. She remembered it all, just didn't have the ability to tell her aunt quite yet.

Rebekah smiled as Hope closed her eyes and fell asleep. She carefully got up from the chair and placed her gently in her crib. When Rebekah left Hope's room she began to pour herself her usual late night drink and as she did, she thought about the last year and admitted to herself that she loved every minute of it. Although she would never want to completely take Haley's place as Hope's mother but having the opportunity to act as much gave her a warm feeling inside. For a few centuries Rebekah had tried her best to hide her maternal side in order to mask the sorrow of never having what she had always wanted, a child of her own, though her vampire curse had taken that away from her.

She moved towards the small fireplace in the sitting room and watched the flame dance with its reds, oranges, yellows, and the small glimpses of blue. After becoming mesmerized by the flames for a few moment her head suddenly popped up. She laid down her drink and stood up focusing her senses to help confirm or settle this aching feeling she had that something bad was about to happen. It took her a few minutes until she smelt a pack of wolves heading her way. She was about to run to Hope and bring her to safety but before she could the werewolves broke in her home and swarmed around her.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Rebekah demanded her eyes turned into a blood-thirsty red.

Oliver the leader of the group who Rebekah immediately recognized from New Orleans "We have our orders" he said as her trashed some of her belongings "There is someone who's gone through a lot of trouble trying to find you.

Rebekah was using all the strength she had to try and fight them but there were just too many of them and was pinned down. She looked over to Hope's room and saw two werewolves heading that way. "NOOO! GET AWAY FROM THERE!" she screamed.

"Looks like she is hiding something boys, go find out what it is" said Oliver.

The two werewolves busted in Hope's door and once they were out of sight all they head was them destroying anything they got her hands on. Rebekah struggled as hard as she possibly could but there the werewolves that surrounded her used all their strength to keep her down. A tear slowly escaped her as she listened to the cracks and crashes coming from the room. The two werewolves walked out of the room with huge smirks in their face "Whatever you had in there is no way of getting it back now."

Rebekah felt weak and tears fell down her face; Hope is dead…I was supposed to protect her…Klaus trusted me and I failed him, if I get out of this he will kill me… How did they find me? All those thought crossed through her mind. One of the wolves stuck her with something and her body went limp, her mind slowly shut down, the last thing that circled her brain was: what would happen without Hope.