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Chapter 2:
The last thing Camille O'Connell would have ever expected was getting a phone call one late night, asking if she could track down a witch who had Klaus's daughter. The very daughter Cami was told was dead, but who was very much alive. In all honesty, it would have been easier to hear that something back in New Orleans was going on, something to do with the factions and that they needed Cami to weasel her way into the human faction to be some sort of spy. Yes, that would have been simpler to accept rather than being asked to find an eight year old hybrid child and a young adult witch, but when Marcel call, Cami couldn't ignore his request-especially with Hayley's frantic voice in the background, a mother worried for her daughter's safety because she couldn't leave town to retrieve her own child.
Reluctantly Cami had agreed, only for Hope though. With Rebekah going MIA for a little while, Cami could understand why Klaus wouldn't want in his daughter's safety in a witch's hands, which he didn't know. Cami understood because she didn't trust witches, and if Hope had been her daughter, she'd want to take her away from the witch before something could happen, like being hexed. This was why Cami had no desire to be close to the witch, not what happened to her Uncle Kieran.
A witch had hexed her Uncle due to some stupid feud, the very same feud that probably cost her brother his life as well. When Kieran was hexed, he was cursed to an inevitable death. No matter how desperately Cami went to save him, going to extremes to get Klaus to turn him, Cami lost him in the end. Thus her resentment to the witches begun, but Davina was the exception.
Now here Cami was at the train station stationed in Mexico City, holding the small paper she had scribbled with various addresses that were all possibly Rebekah's. It was like a needle in a haystack, the house being the needle and the haystack being the damn list in Cami's hand. Sighing, she stuffed the paper into her jean pocket, grabbing the single bag she brought with her that held a few spare changes of clothing. Finding two people who were complete stranger to Cami was going to be difficult, she knew that, but being in a big crowded city didn't help either, but it was a great hiding spot. Hiding in plain sight. Hitching her bag onto her shoulder, Cami began making her way towards the first address on the list, trying to actually find the street signs. Huffing, she was already lost within the first ten minutes.
"¿Te has perdido señorita?" A small voice questioned from behind Cami, and she turned around. It was a short elderly woman, wearing the signature Mexican cultured dress that in American, Mexican dancers wore-the multi-colored dresses that danced beautifully with the dancer's movements.
"Sí, estoy buscando una casa." Cami was grateful now that she'd taken Spanish in bother high school and college. The woman had asked if she was looking for something, which Cami had replied with a yes, and that she was looking for a house.
"¿Tiene una dirección?" The elderly woman asked for an address, which caused Cami to fumble for the paper in her pocket.
"1867 Creek Avenida." Cami answered, trying to remember the right Spanish word for Avenue. The woman smiled, and nodded, giving directions which seemed simple enough for Cami to fallow without any further assistance, so she took off.
The streets of Mexico City were crowded, easily able to drown a person in. Cami weaved her way through, trying not to cause too much attention. Easily being able to make it to the first checkpoint of the directions, Cami turned right and went straight down. Within a half hour, Cami made it to her destination, 1867 Creek Avenue, and the house wasn't something she expected, because it wasn't even house. In the spot of the address was a strip joint, and Cami knew that this was not the spot. Sighing, she looked back down at the list and folded the first address out and began walking to the next address, which was luckily only a few blocks away.
With Avery and Hope
Hope kept fidgeting like she had been for the past hour and a half, and Avery was beginning to get annoyed with her. It seemed that Hope had an abundance amount of energy she was just itching to burn out, and normally Avery would let her- but Avery didn't think the passengers on the train would enjoy their time with a hyperactive eight year old running around freely.
"Are we there yet?" Hope asked for the millionth time, swinging her legs that dangled about the ground back and forth.
Avery glanced at the child, "Not yet Hope."
"Are we closer?" Hope pressed, turning around to look out the window.
Avery closed her eyes, wanting to sleep. Usually when Rebekah was with them, she'd be the one to take care of Hope and answer her question while Avery just silently sat there and spoke when spoken to. Now, Avery was actually caring for the overly energetic questioning hybrid child, which she had no experience with first handedly. Sure Avery watched Avery alone time to time, but there was a difference with baby sitting and fleeing the state.
"We haven't even gone a mile since you last asked that question Hope." Avery tried to calmly say, keeping her eyes closed.
Hope, being the smart girl she is, looked over Avery. Hope was somehow good on reading people like an open book, and she knew just by Avery's tone of voice and body language that Avery was indeed unhappy. Still, Hope was to naïve to understand why.
"You're not happy Avery." Hope says, turning back to the window with her hands placed on glass. "Look! We are going super-fast!" Hope giggled away, forgetting her accusation.
Avery opened her eyes, turning her head to watch the chocolate hair girl get excited by the blurring trees. You're not happy Avery, that wasn't true, was it? Avery shook her head; no she was just tired and has no idea how to take care of Hope without the help of the blond haired vampire. She couldn't be unhappy because of Hope. Sighing, Avery glanced at Hope, wondering if she should ask- and over better judgment, she did.
"Hope, sweetie, what makes you think I'm unhappy?" Avery forced her voice to sound polite.
"You tried too hard to sound nice, like right now you sounded too sweet to the point where anyone would know you were forcing it. Plus you haven't talked to me, and you're moody." Hope didn't even look away from the window. "Maybe you're hungry, I've learned when people are hungry they get moody and cranky like a baby, but without the crying."
Avery was surprised by Hope's long answer, she knew Hope was intelligent for an eight year old, but with the way Hope explained, she sounded like a little prodigy. Of course Hope would over hear what other people say, that's the side effect of being a hybrid child, the heightened vampire hearing that Hope knew nothing about. At that thought, Avery wondered if she should tell Hope about vampires, and werewolves, and witches. Was she ready to know? Avery sighed once again, she couldn't be the one to tell her that the reason they are running is because her life was in danger, or the fact that witches, including her grandmother, wanted Hope dead. It would break all the foundations and walls Rebekah worked so hard to build to shelter Hope, but that's what happens when you shelter a child. Once they found out the truth, there was no telling how they would react. No one could possibly predict how Hope would react, because news like that would change the way she saw the world.
"You keep sighing, is something troubling you?" Hope questioned, once again sitting against the seat indeed of pressing her face to the window.
"Nothing you need to worry about." Avery smiled a genuine smile. "You ready to go to Mexico?"
Hope nodded her head vigorously, grinning, "Yes! I can't wait! It's going to be so much fun!" She paused for a second. "Wait, where is Auntie Beks?"
Avery cringed at the mention of the blonde vampire. She'd been hoping that Hope wouldn't ask the question because it would make things easier, but knowing Hope- she'd make things more difficult. It wasn't always a bad thing, but right now it left Avery answer less.
"Well, um- Hope your aunt is going to meet us there. She had something to take care of first."
Hope narrowed her blue eyes in suspicion, "You're lying."
Avery sighed, "That's all you're getting for an answer little girl."
Hope stood up, looking angrily at Avery. "You're a liar! Both you and Auntie Beks keep secrets!" Her blue eyes glistened in tears, and she whispered very sadly. "Do you not trust me with the truth?"
Avery's eyes soften, "Hope, we trust you- but you're just too young to understand everything.-"
"Stop it!" Hope stomped her foot, "Stop lying to me! If you trusted me you'd tell me! And if I took it the wrong way, the grown up way would to sit down and explain it to me!"
Avery eyes widen, Hope did have a point. Hope was mature enough in the mind, maybe she could understand. Avery realized then and there that if she keep telling Hope her aunt had something to do, it would just drive Hope in a frenzy of tantrums and push her father away. Apparently Avery didn't answer fast enough, because Hope started to walk away silently. In that very moment, Avery made her mind up- going after Hope and picking her up despite the protest of the eight year old. Avery proceeded to their little room on the train and put Hope down.
"I'll only tell you if can keep an open mind Hope. Can you do that?" Avery scolded, looking into Hope's blue eyes that always got her what she wanted.
Hope smiled happily, "Yes!"
Avery took in a deep breath, squatting so she was on eye level with Hope. Different ways of saying the truth popped into Avery's head, but the redheaded witch went with the most simplest. "Do you believe in magic Hope?"
New Orleans
"Well what did she say exactly?" Hayley frantically asked Marcel as he hung up the phone.
Hayley was being persistent, but it was understandable. She was a mother concerned about her daughter's life, but their situation was unique. Usually when parents are concerned about a child's life, it has something to do with some sort of medical condition like cancer or a heart worm, but not theirs. Theirs consisted of witches, vampires, werewolves, humans and hybrids. It was blood members who wanted to kill the father and the child out of revenge and hatred to power.
"Cami said she'd do it, only because she couldn't bearer it to leave Hope with a witch." Marcel smiled sadly. "Hayley, don't worry. Cami will protect Hope until Rebekah can return to your daughter."
Hayley felt this heartbroken feeling, maybe it was because of the sire bond she had to her daughter. Something that was so wrong. What kind of mother was sired to her child? But at times, Hayley was glad to have the bond. It allowed her to feel what Hope felt. Like the sadness she felt, or the joyfulness and excitement that leaked through the bond. It gave Hayley the insight that Hope was happy, one thing Hayley so desperately hoped she'd have.
"I made her a promise." Hayley whispered. "That she'd have someone to tell her she loved her every single day, someone to fight for her- that she'd have a family." All eyes in the hallway rested on Hayley. "Now I don't know how she is. I knew she was in good hands with Rebekah, but with a witch? How can I trust that this witch won't toss my daughter to the wolves? To the people who want to harm her?"
"Maybe this witch is trust worthy, besides that Hayley, Cami is going to retrieve Hope." Elijah tried to reason.
A hysterical laugh escaped Hayley's lips, "Cami the human is retrieving my hybrid daughter Elijah, stop being such an optimistic. Cami is the easiest to kill, which doesn't bring any comfort to me, so excuse me for being worried for my daughter's life." Hayley growled out, eyes flashing yellow.
"Aren't you such a pessimist? At least Cami is going out of her way to try to save your daughter Hayley." Marcel snarled back, defensive in Cami's wake.
Hayley glared, "You slept with her, which is the only reason you have blind faith!"
"Hayley." Klaus snapped, gaining the hybrid's attention. "I understand that you are worried about our daughter, about our Hope, but you have to have a little faith love. Cami is capable of a lot for a human, believe in her."
Hayley, feeling utterly guilty, nodded. "Sorry Marcel, I just want Hope back. I want to hold my daughter, I want her to be safe in my arms where I can be here for her." The tears finally broke free from Hayley's eyes. "Excuse me."
Hayley moved passed Elijah and Klaus, running down the hall into her room. Klaus looked over at Davina and Marcel.
"Can you cloak Cami, Davina?" Klaus asked the witch.
"I'll go get started. Come on Marcel." Davina said, tugging Marcel to fallow her. There was about to be an Original family moment that Davina knew Marcel should stay out of.
"She's unstable Elijah." Klaus says, referring to Hayley. "She's too focused on getting Hope back that she's risking exposing that Hope is alive."
"Niklaus, she's a worried mother. This is her motherly instinct, just like your fatherly instinct is to slaughter the whole town." Elijah smiled slightly. "Talk to her Klaus."
Klaus raised his eyebrow, "Me? I'd expect you to talk her out of this madness. She's ready to barge out of this town to track Hope down."
Elijah chuckled, "I would talk to her, but she won't listen to me. Not with this. As the father if the child, you should be the one discussing the situation with Hayley. As parents."
A light weeping sound reverberated along the walls, gaining both males attention. In in the next moment, Elijah was alone in the hallway. Sometimes, Elijah did wish to be by Hayley's side in time like these, but he also knew it wasn't his spot- it was his brother's. It was Klaus's job to be by Hayley's side when it involved Hope, and that was all Elijah needed to step back. His niece was all their family's hope.
When Klaus walked into Hayley's room it was empty, but he noticed the door to the nursery was ajar. That and the light sobs came from within. Quietly Klaus pushed the nursery door open and took in the sight. Hayley stood with her back to him, looking down into the empty crib. Her hand caressed the unused bedding, longing in her movements.
"Hayley." Klaus softly called. She didn't look at him.
"All my life I spent alone, alone wondering about my parents and longing for love and family. I never thought I'd have it, not once." Hayley softly ranted, Klaus never interrupting. " Then I went to Mystic Falls on Tyler's behalf, and there was that one night with me and you that was just supposed to be a one night stand, but instead I find out I am pregnant with our daughter in New Orleans. The witches only used me as a pawn to lure you in, and I'll be honest, at first I didn't want her- I almost got rid of her but I didn't. Then I started to become fonder of the idea of having a baby, starting my family. Even with the werewolves and witches and vampires, I had thing burning hope that maybe in the end, we'd get that Klaus. Another chance of happiness and family, then just as she was born- that chance was ripped away from us."
Klaus's heart throbbed at her speech, because all it held was truth. He wanted the exactly same thing as her, family and happiness. He'd been the same way, he only wanted his daughter for power at first but then as time progressed, so did his affection for the baby. For his Hope. From the first cry that reached his ears, Klaus's knew he'd do anything to bring Hope home safely, under no circumstances would he stop.
"You're only here to expel the thoughts of chasing after her, don't worry- I'm not making rash decisions Klaus." Hayley clutched the crib's wooden bars, and then she cried out, "I only want my baby!"
Klaus moved in a blur, catching Hayley as she fell to her knees and held her to his chest as she cried out. The sobs raked through her body in jerks, and Klaus held her there, stroking her hair while think how their daughter probably had the very same long, fine chocolate locks as Hayley.
"Hope with come home, I'll make sure of it, even if it costs me my own life. Even if that means killing my forsaken mother and father once again, I will do just that Hayley. I will spill blood, slaughter for Hope. No matter what cost, she'll be home, with her family, and that is all that matters." Klaus promised, still stroking Hayley's hair as she cried. "Our Hope will come back to us. I guarantee that much love."
In the Canadian Forest
Rebekah ran, weaving in and out of the forest trees, just trying to lose the damn vampire who chased her. As long as she led who ever this was away from Hope, Rebekah couldn't care less to where she was going. As long as Hope was safe, that's all that mattered. Rebekah really hoped that Avery was able to get on the train to Mexico safely. The last thing they all needed was Hope to be caught, for her to be killed because that would lead to a heartbroken family of Originals and that was the last thing the world needed.
Right then and there, Rebekah was tackled to the ground. She'd been wrong when she thought a vampire was chasing her, instead of a human being or vampire tackling her the cool moist forest floor was a werewolf. One that she recognized even in its werewolf state.
"What in the bloody hell Tyler?" Rebekah shouted, angrily. "You got my good shirt dirty."
Tyler climbed off of Rebekah and went behind a bush. After a few minutes or grunts and groans, a human Tyler head popped out from the bush. Of course Tyler would be the only idiot to think of transforming and forgetting the whole clothing ordeal.
"Just stay behind that bush and start talking." Rebekah growled. "Why are you here?"
Tyler sighed, "The child."
Rebekah placed her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes. "Why are you here for the child? Don't you wish the child dead?"
She was skeptical on how he knew about Hope, which made her itch to kill him, but if he knew Hope was alive, just who else exactly knew as well?
"At a point, yeah I wanted the thing dead, but after I heard it was dead, I felt bad for Hayley. She helped me through so much in Mystic Falls, and as her friend I should have supported her pregnancy but I was to obsess with revenge on Klaus that I ruined everything. I lost my mother, lost Caroline, and wanted to kill an unborn kid." Tyler explained, sounding almost truthful.
Rebekah lowered her guard just a little, "And what reason do you have to chase me down? How did you find us?"
"I went back to New Orleans once I heard the baby was killed, like I said I felt bad for Hayley. I know nothing will ever make up to her about trying to use the baby's blood and turning a wolf from her pack or using her against Klaus, but I want her to know I am on her side. My head is clear and I guess what I'm trying to say Rebekah is that I want to help."
Rebekah shook her head, "Tell me how you found us first."
Tyler nodded, "I went to the compound to see Hayley when I thought she was alone. I was wrong; I overheard her and Elijah talking about a Hope. I assumed that maybe the baby was alive. Is that true?"
"Her name is Hope Mikaelson; she is eight years old in two days." Rebekah finally answered. "Now you transform back, fallow me to where we can talk and get you clothing."
"Talk about what?" Tyler questioned.
"Of what is happening in Mystic Falls and how you can help with Hope." Rebekah said.
Author's Note
Okay so there's the second chapter, how was it? Oh and to clear things up, The Vampire Diaries characters will not be in this story, only Tyler. There is a reason I have Tyler in this story, it was only a matter of time until he appeared in the chapters. So was that a little twist? Please review!