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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"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU TODAY?" Mr Thompson questioned the second Bea walked into the house. He sat in his chair a drink in hand as he stared coldly at her. Hints of resentment in his eyes. A slight orange glow in them.
Bea froze in her spot panicking, mouth opening and shutting like a fish. She couldn't tell him where she had been, if he found out she had been with Richie and Stanley alone at Richies house reading comics he might actually kill her. Mr Thompson slammed his drink down coming towards her.
He grabbed her arm harshly making her wince. Fearfully staring up at him, "I asked where you where Bea, I want an answer." He spat.
"I asked her to drop something off for Mrs McKinnon. I gave her the rest of the day to herself." Cynthia said quickly coming to her rescue. She watched the scene worriedly.
"Stay out of this Cynthia." Andrew spat angrily, turning to look at Bea. "Is that true?"
"Yes sir." Bea stammered trying to seem truthful.
"Hmm." Andrew grunted letting her go, bringing a cigarette up to his lips and releasing a breath of smoke on her. "Go be useful and help in the kitchen."
Bea nodded quickly rushing to the kitchen. Cynthia turned to follow.
"Cynthia." He spoke harshly, "If you ever do something like that again without asking me first, Ill put you in a fucking hospital bed."
Cynthia went pale and nodded hurriedly. He grunted satisfied and waved her off. She walked through to the kitchen worriedly.
"Thank you." Bea said, a thankful and relieved expression on her face.
"Don't thank me" Cynthia whispered to her. A sadness in her eyes that seemed to be there more and more often.
"Im sorry." Bea told her worriedly eyes watering slightly.
"You need to be careful Bea." Cynthia warned as they began peeling potatoes. They talked quietly knowing that he would be angry if he caught them.
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"She's weak, she cant protect herself."
Bea stopped in her tracks at the voice, they had just finished dinner and she was getting ready to leave for Beverly's. "I mean honestly are you sure she's ours Hayley?"
Bea took a shaky breath in slowly edging towards the bathroom where the voices seemed to be coming from.
"She's just human, a liability."
"She's scared of blood, there is no way she is related to us."
