Hayley

When I woke up back in the same blasted plantation house I was basically a prisoner in 9 years ago, to say I was ropeable would be an understatement. Elijah had convinced me to calm down once I realised Hope had been sitting behind me quaking with fear. But that calm didn't last long after he filled me in on the events at the cemetery, and the moment Klaus returned here, and before he could step through the door, I shoved him all the way back.

"Klaus!"

"You're trying to trick me aren't you!" He screamed.

"No Klaus! She's a gift," I smile in a desperate attempt to reach his humanity.

Elijah joined us outside, "It's your chance brother. It's our chance."

"To what?" he said brokenly.

"To start over," Elijah articulated. "To take back everything that was lost. Everything that was taken from us. Nicklaus, our parents had despite us, our family had come to ruin, we were ruined. Since then all you have ever wanted, all that we have ever wanted was a family."

"I will not be manipulated," he scowled.

"Klaus!" I shout at his persistent paranoia. "Inside, that is your child, our child. I left when I was five months pregnant because I wanted to get away from you and then enemies to hid me from. What kind of a life could I have given Hope if I stayed?" I asked.

"Hope died!" He screamed, "I named her! I wanted for nothing but her live with me! To love me! I listen 8 years ago and I heard, no heartbeat!"

"Magic, a moderated cloaking spell," I whispered.

"If if it was my child which she is not, I wouldn't care that she existed. She offers me no power, no gain to this world."

"In case you haven't realised," my anger bubbles inside me, "I never asked for you to be her father. To be there at Christmas or birthdays or fathers day or even school assemblies when she gets awards. I lost faith in your ability to care 11 years ago, and that hasn't changed. But since I just found out that my daughter is linked to that crazed witch, I ask you just t get Freya to perform a quick unlinking spell between them and we'll be in our way."

"Fine," he grumbles and speeds off, just a loud crash comes from inside.

Hope's pov

"Who the bloody hell are you," I super pretty blonde woman asks me.

"Hope."

"Who chose this child for dinner?" she calls out through the house.

"I am so sick of people trying to kill me," I huff and somehow I fling her across the room with just my mind, crashing into the fireplace.

"Sister?" Elijah furrows his brows. "I thought you were at the compound tonight?" he asks.

"Marcel is throwing one of his midnight buffet parties tonight and frankly, Nick arrives in quite a bad mood. The recipe for a headache."

"Yes well, our brother has received some rather upsetting news?"

"Well it'll be good for the bastard to suffer at little," she says indifferently walking to the exit.

"Yes, well it appears our niece didn't die all those years ago." The blonde girl stops dead in her tracks. Slowly looking towards me and sucking in a breath.

"Bloody hell, she even looks like-"

"You and Nicklaus," he finished for her.

"I'm tired," I look away from everyone and to the fireplace on the wall.

"She can use my room," the blonde girl smiled sheepishly. "None of the spares have been made up yet."

"Hope, this is your Aunt Rebecca, do you want her to show you where you'll sleep tonight?" My mom asked.

"She won't hurt you. Just like uncle, Elijah said." Eventually, I nodded, already knowing sleep was far from what would be going on tonight.

Rebecca held out her hand and I place mine in as she enclosed her fingers around my much smaller ones.

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I needed to go to the compound and speak with the person people kept calling my dad. I needed to know what his problem was with me. So as soon as my Aunt Rebecca had left, I used the unlocked laptop in her room to search up the Mikaelson compound, in New Orleans. After writing down the address, I put faith in my apparent tribrid abilities and jumped from the second-story window. Thankfully, nothing broke. In fact, it almost felt as if I had stepped a step forwards rather than jumped 20 meters.

The French Quater at night was nothing like it was during the day. There were so many people, and lights and dancing. It was so pretty. I had to ask for directions a few times, and every time people had asked if I was lost. Can't an 8-year-old girl wander the streets of a lively city alone at night anymore?

Eventually, I found the compound, there were so many bodies squishing against one another, it was easy to slip through past the two bouncers at the front. I knew that the real party started at midnight according to my Aunt Rebecca, which left me only a few minutes to find my dad before people would probably recognise me here. I wonder what they'll have at the buffet. I never ended up having dinner, and I was very hungry.

A man stood at the railing before everyone, next to him was dad. "The city of New Orleans," he cheers, "People of all stripes and flavours, from all over the country come here to party on our streets. Some are just looking for fun, some are looking for something a little darker, more dangerous. So we invite you into my home and we give it to you. Then at the stroke of midnight, everything changes!" He says and everyone cheers. "And it's time to feed," we a scream comes from the bar, everyone grows frantic as more and more teeth get sunk into people all around.

One person dropped to the floor, then another. Before someone grabbed me to and lined their teeth up with my neck. But before I could feel the puncture, he was thrown from me, and everything stopped. The music the feeding, everything. "Hope!" dad growled. People had visible moved back from him, creating a circle around us. "Close your eyes," he growled again, and I did so. I heart the tearing of skin, and a scream.

I risked opening my eyes and saw a man who had been bitten cowing away from my father. "If anyone bites my child they will find themselves faced with the same fate," he said calmly, walking back towards me.

"Dad I don't feel so good," I whispered as an intense fever overcame me.

Klaus pov

I knew she was mine the second I saw her at that cemetery. She smelt, look, sounded and felt like my flesh and blood. Her eyes were like mine, and for that, it solidified my knowledge already. It scared me how much love and protection and the sense of dependence had rushed over me in a matter of seconds. Because I felt everything shift, one second everything was normal, the next my whole world was shaped around this little girl.

When she called me dad it gave me hope that I hadn't yet lost her to my cruelty. When I saw Diago and his fangs about to bite into my little girl, I felt as if I could have slaughtered the whole building. But I wanted to be better for my child. I wanted her not to see me as the monster everyone else did.

"Dad I don't feel so good," she whispered.

I picker her up placing her on my hip, "What's wrong," I asked concerned.

But before she could answer, she had started to cough up blood, enough for me to know even as a new father, that no child, tribrid or not, should ever be coughing up blood. I vampire sped out of there to the cemetery where I knew I would find Sophie.

"What is wrong with her!" I yelled at the first witch I could find.

"Sophie!" the witch yelled. "She didn't run away you can stop."

"You intentionally hurt my child!" I roard at the witch who calls herself sophie enters. For the fourth time tonight my phone rings and its Elijah.

"Elijah I'm kind of busy right now, if you haven't already gathered that from my lack of response."

"While I'm glad you've taken the child as your own, the damage control, myself and our siblings had to do errasing everyone's memory at the party was a nuisance to say the least."

"Well I wasn't exactly the one who let and 8 year old venture into a vampire crawling with vampires now was I?" I spat.

"She snuck out Nickluas, and for that her mother is extremely concerned. But I'm sure her mind is at ease knowing Hope is alive. She is alive right brother?"

"Goodbye Elijah," I growled and hung up the phone.

"You so much as think to harm a single hair on my child again, and I will masacar your entire coven of witches," I promise, and speed away once more with Hope to the plantation.

By the time I had once again arrived, everyone was waiting her arrival. "Hope," Hayley gushed.

"She's fine. Just sleeping," I muttered and reluctantly handed her over.

After we had travelled inside the parlor, with all my siblings, minus Finn, I asked how they had recitifyed the damage Hope's little outing had caused. "Everyone at the party we had again compelled, they all they remember was feeding, however, we hadn't realised the gift you left diago, so due make yourself useful coming up with a way of explaining that," Elijah said to me.

"Very well," I leaned back in my chair. "Hayley," I glowered. "Your lucky that your death would hurt Hope, because quite frankly I would be more than happy to tear you limb from limb."

"Klaus, this behaviour and masacism that you drown in would only find its way to spread to our daughter," she responded angrily. "I raised her on my own, in a town, where if anyone knew who her father was, would put a target on my back."

"Then why now?"

"I didn't know she was coming to New Orleans-"

"So you make a habit out of losing my child?"

"Our child!" she counters, "And no. She was on a poorly planned school excursion."

"So what, you finally accept her-"

"I always was never given the chance to accept her," I rushed in front of her, "because of you!"

Hope's pov

Everyone was fighting again. Becuase of me, again. Maybe if I talked to the witches and asked them nicly to take away-. I heard someone coming up the stairs and I quickly got under the covers pretending to be asleep.

"See," I heard my moms voice, "she asleep. Prefectly fine. Do you want me to wake her up and you can see that shes still breathing?" I could hear her rolling her eyes from here.

"No, let her sleep," dad wispered and then I heard my door close.