Hope Mikaelson was born the first and only tribrid, her twin sister on the other hand was born with the burden of being human.
Phoebe nicknamed 'Bea' spent the first seven years with her birth family the Mikaelson's being emotionally abused and neg...
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SILENCE ECHOED IN THE VAST HALLS OF THE USUALLY LIVELY MANOR, there was no joy after what they had seen. They had never realised after they gave her away the damage they had caused her. They had tried to find her for years but not out out of worry or regret for her, but for Hope. Searching far and low. But they never could find her. Every spell they had tried had failed. All until now, so why now could they see her? What had changed?
"We can find her if we go into her memories." Freya announced looking around at her family members. They had tried another tracking spell only for it to fail once more. Puzzling them even further. Luckily Freya had come up with the idea to use the apparent connection of Hope's mind and Phoebe's.
"Yes!" Hope agreed eagerly when hearing the plan. At the time she had been too young to properly understand what they were doing to her sister. She has regretted it since the day she had left. She was happy to do anything to help.
"Please Freya I want to find my daughter." Hayley said desperately. Seeing her after all these years had awoken feelings she had tried to hide for so long.
"We need to make things right." said Elijah putting a comforting hand on Hayley's shoulder. She leaned into it smiling up at him.
"We need to bring her home." Klaus said firmly. Almost possessively. Plans already being made in his head on how to get her back to New Orleans. Willing or not.
"We need to find out what that thing was." Kol said grimly. He sent a distrustful look towards Klaus. He had always been the harshest towards her. And he didn't trust his brother not to be planning some ultimatum. Or to have an ulterior motive.
The others all nodded grimly in agreement before getting into the same positions as before. The spell being chanted once more.
Bea sat at her desk tapping her foot impatiently eyes darting from the teacher to the clock. She was twirling a pencil around. Her teacher stood unimpressed watching her. They paused in what they was saying sighing loudly, impatient of her not listening. A normal occurrence at this point.
"Miss Thompson please focus on one thing. Preferably my voice before you somehow stab someone's eye out." The teacher drawled boredly. He was an older man with balding gray hair and small glasses that made his face look rather round. His comment was loud making a couple people snicker and Bea to shrink in her seat. An embarrassed blush to come onto her face.
The bell rang and Bea was up immediatelygrabbing her bag. She ran out of the classroom in a flash dodging and weaving in between fellow classmates to get to the bathroom. Beverly would be waiting on her.
She got stuck behind three boys and listened into what they were saying, unable to get by them. She frowned at the way they were taking up the entire corridor.
"They slice the tip of his dick off." A boy in a red polo said making Bea make a disgusted face and give them an odd look.
The Mikaelson's watched the 3 boys with looks of amusement on their faces. Oh to be that young again.
