Hayley's pov
I could smell blood in the air. It was faint, but it was my daughters. Using heightened hybrid senses, I found her. Sitting on the blood, shackled to the wall. "Mommy," she cried, trying to stand up.
"Hope!" I yelled. But before I made any distance, I felt my brain exploding. "Ahhhhh."
"You won't go near her," I witch who had her hand up towards me said.
"That my daughter!" I screamed.
"Why are you holding a child captive," Elijah asks walking into the tomb.
"Elijah Mikaelson," the witch moves back slowly in fear, before standing flush next to my daughter.
"In case you haven't noticed," she spoke, gaining more confidence in her conviction, "we have a vampire problem in this city."
"I don't see how this young child comes into any of this, nor how or why I should pay any mind to you despise towards my kind," Elijah says stepping towards her.
"Because," she follows up quickly, "We need help. Marcel has an army backing him. I know that your family and the witches are trying to fight back, but unlike you, we haven't had much luck."
"I'm growing impatient. You best make your point soon, or else you render yourself utterly disposable to me."
"I met a girl tonight," she looked towards hope, stroking her auburn hair. "It was quite interesting to learn that you were her mother," she points to me. "It wasn't easy to get her to give up her origin story for me to make sure the timeline fit. But with a bit of," she chooses her words carefully, "persuasion-"
"You bitch," I seethe. Before she one again holds up her hand threateningly.
"I find out that her mother was a girl passing through their home, a little town in Virginia. Mystic Falls, I believe. "Her mother a special connection with someone, who with the help of a little magic, I found out to be your brother."
Elijah didn't speak, he knew of my pregnancy, and he also believed in its unfortunate termination. I was starting to think that was no longer his belief. "Apparently, they had a play date, as young hope here put it. One thing lead to another and bam, miracle baby created. And the father of the child right here is Klaus."
"That's impossible," Elijah shook his head.
"Nothings impossible, especially not when it comes to your brother, the original hybrid. Vampires may not be able to procreate, but wolves certainly can."
"No. I mean. I knew all of this, you, you miscarried. She-she died," A broken Elijah looked to me. But I just couldn't meet his gaze.
"Mommy please can we leave," my little girl begged.
But the woman anticipated my next move and snapped my neck before I had even tried.
Hope's pov
"Mommy!" I scream, and the evil woman hurts her. I can feel a wave of unrecognisable anger swell up inside me, and everything around me starts to shake.
"It's okay," the man in the suit, rushes towards me as I tremble in the earthquake, which quickly subsides.
"Who are you?" I asked inching away from him.
"Give us a moment please," he asks the girl. With a nod, she leaves the room.
"Will you help me get out of here?" I ask him pleadingly.
He nods, before sitting on the ground beside me. "First, I need you to answer me a few questions. Can you do that?"
I nod slowly, and he gives me a small smile.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 10, turning 11 next year. How old are you?"
"I'm a 1000 turning 1001 next year."
"You can't be 1000 silly. That's too old," I laugh, which gets him to smile again.
"Do you know about my family, the Mikaelsons?"
"No. But that girl kept asking me about them-you. She wanted to know if I knew a person named, Kline-"
"Klaus?" he asked me and I nodded my head.
"She wanted to know if I knew him, and when I told her I didn't she didn't believe me. I'm scared."
"I won't let anyone harm you. Okay. I give you my word."
"No, I want you to promise me," I plead. "Pinky promise. You can't break pink promises."
"Okay," he says seriously with a smile and gives me his pinky to shake.
"May I show you something?" he asks me.
I nod my head, and he holds his hand to my temple, "May I?"
I nod again.
We don't live in the world that you think. There are superheroes and there are bad guys. My family, who is also your family is one of the good guys. A picture of his family flows through my mind.
We are vampires. We are stronger than most people, faster, and we can suggest people do things. There are witches who are more like faires with their magic powers and there are wolves, like little puppies. Unlike the rest of my siblings, Klaus, your father, is a mix between a wolf and a vampire. Your mom is like your dad, and you, are like them both, as well as a witch, like my mother, your grandmother.
He pulls his hand away, searching my face for my reaction. "I know," I say. Which surprises him. I read letters my mom wrote addressed to a person names Klaus, who up and til today I thought was just a friend and in them, she said everything you said and more. I've known since I was seven."
He chuckles once.
"I'm Hope by the way. Hope Marshal."
"I'm Elijah Mickelson."
"My dad's brother?" I can see the way I said dad had affected him, it seems to make his pupils dilate and a smile breaches his composure.
"Yes."
"So you're my uncle?"
"Yes. I am."
"Will I ever meet him. My father. Do you think he would want to see me."
"Your father was devastated the day-"
"What?"
"Nevermind," he said standing once again. "I wonder, I perhaps you might be a way for my brother to find happiness. A way to save him from himself."
"Is he in trouble?" I ask.
He shakes his head, only just realising who he was speaking to.
"I'm glad you feel that way," the witch walks back into the room, and I inch behind the man who says he's my family. "Because we need your help."
"What is it precisely that you want, and what does this have to do with my niece."
"Well, at least you aren't doubting her paternity, one spell that I have to perform potentially getting killed."
"There was no need. I travelled inside her mind and gathered all the evidence I needed. But I will ask again and for a final time. What do you want?"
"We want Marcel and his vampires out of this town. Klaus is the key. Everything Marcel knows about being a vampire he learned from Klaus. Marcel trusts him, looks up to him, and he won't see the betrayal coming, or be able to stop him."
"Yes, well as I'm sure you're aware my brother Neeklaus doesn't like to be told what to do."
"That's why I was eventually going to involve you, or Rebecca or Freya. Marcel drove the werewolves out of town decades ago. Do you really think he's going to welcome a tribrid kid to the neighbourhood? Convince Klaus to help us, and nobody has to know about the newest member of the Original family."
"Sound remarkably like blackmail," Elijah responded amused.
"As I said," she looked at me, "I'm desperate."
"Well then, we'll have to see what we can do," he smiled cooly.
Elijah's pov
"Evening Elijah," my brothers nonchalantly greeted me.
"Niklaus," I said as way of response.
"What an entirely unwelcome surprise," he sighed.
"And what an entirely unsurprising welcome," I said facing him.
"I have something I must show you," I signally my head to the street.
"I'm not going anywhere. Not until I find out who's conspiring against me."
"I believe I just found that out for you," I replied, grasping his immediate attention.
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"No. It's impossible," he said pacing in front of the girl who was a spitting image of his younger self as well as Rebecca's.
"I said the same thing myself but-"
"This is a lie!" he interjected. "Your all liars. Vampires can not procreate." We all knew that wasn't true. But my brother would say anything to not have to relive the events of 10 years ago."
"But werewolves can," Sofie counters. He turned his attention to her, staring into her with deadly promise. "Magic made you a vampire, but you were born a werewolf. You're the original hybrid. The first of your kind, and this child, is-is one of natures loopholes. The second of your kind."
"Then show me?" He smiled viciously.
"She hasn't turned yet," she stuttered under my brothers dour.
"How convenient," he growled, "You're not my child! Admit it!" he screamed at the girl stomping towards her.
But the child once again seemed to surprise me. "Hey!" she yelled at him. "I haven't had a dad for 10 years now. If I ever get one, I would want it to be anyone but you, don't you think I haven't already tried denying it myself."
Everyone went quiet. This poor child hasn't yet realised the terror most would feel in the presence of my brother. "I risked my life to perform a spell to confirm her paternity, as well as a link that ties this girl to me. We can keep her safe, or we could do just the opposite," she threatens. I knew this manipulation wouldn't pass by my brother easily. "If you don't help us take down Marcel. So help me, your child won't live long enough for you to hear her utter the word 'dad'."
"Enough of this," I say frustrated, "If you want Marcel dead he's dead I'll do it myself-"
"No," Sophie said adamantly, "we can't, not yet. We have a clear plan that we need to follow and there are rules."
From the growl growing on my brother's face, I could tell this stupid witch had lost him. "How dare you command me. Threaten me! With what you wrongfully perceive to be my weakness', my child, this is a pathetic deception, I won't hear any more lies," he seethes into my face making for the exit.
"Brother," I warn my final attempt and persuasion. "Look," I direct his attention to the girl, who was plenty frightened in the corner with eyes glowing golden and black streaks underneath. The ground once again shaking. There was no denying this girl was a Mikaelson, my brother's daughter. But I was all too prepared for my brother's sourness to follow such concrete evidence.
"Kill the child. What do care?"
"I want to leave," Hope says her heart rate speeding up, and Hayley had begun to stir. The shackles around her wrist broke in two, and she rushed over to Hayley. "Mommy wake up."
"Telaros tembassa," Sophie mutters, and both Hayley and Hope collapse onto the floor.
I feel the veins under my eyes flare, "Not so fast. I'm linked to her remember. I die, she dies."
"I wish to take them home with me. Perhaps I could persuade my brother with the aid of my siblings."
"He has until tomorrow evening to help us, or the girl dies," she says and walks from the room.