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CHAPTER 1

Hayley Marshall opened her eyes to the dark morning sky, quiet with little car noise, little human noise, looking around from her lying position on cold dirty concrete, and the horrendous smell of piss, vomit and dirty garbage, tall buildings to either side of her, she was in an alleyway.

She looked down at her clothes, yes she was wearing the jeans, boots, shirt and jacket she had on after leaving her parents place in the bayou in the afterlife, walking back to her own home after having dinner with them, she had felt dizzy then a blinding pain in her head, a flash of light, and bang awake in this stinking alley, where she was still to be figured out.

She put her arm in front of her and willed the wolf, her hand and arm shifting into a claw and wolf leg, growled and her fangs burst through her gums, good she was still a hybrid, vamping up she stood, and walked to the opening at the end of the alley.

Walking out onto the street she looked up at the skyscraper buildings, street names and shops, New York and the smell would suggest the real world she was back, who? Hope? Freya? Davina? all three of them.

The movement on the street started to pick up garbage trucks and delivery vans moving past her as she started walking looking for a coffee shop or all night diner, a couple more blocks and she saw the bright lights of a diner, walked in, sat at a booth and compelled the waitress for a coffee. Seeing a newspaper at the empty table she got up and grabbed it, 2nd July 2010, way before she had met Klaus and conceived Hope, before she'd met Tyler in the Appalachians and helped him break the sire bond. Hayley's mind whirled, frantically processing this information, she was back in time way before future events, she needed a phone, laptop, printer, clothes and a hotel room.

After countless cups of coffee, compelling the waitress into the ladies and filling herself with warm sweet blood, she walked out to compel herself with the items she needed.

Stepping into the luxurious shower of the boutique hotel she had compelled herself, with her compelled items tossed on the bed, and a thousand dollars extracted from a disgusting cruel pig of a man that was yelling aggressively at a young female sales assistant in the technology shop, she had whooshed the pigman into the male staff toilets locked the door and compelled him for his debit card and pin, told him to not report it stolen for 5 days and to approve all cash withdrawals if questioned about them when reporting it lost, she could tell he was wealthy, the cut and cloth of his suit, the quality of his leather shoes, the pure arrogance of his body language and tone of voice, she wished she'd had compulsion when she'd been kicked out of home at thirteen, so much easier, she chuckled to herself lathering her hair and enjoying the hot water streaming over her body.

Sitting at the desk in her hotel room she set the laptop up and wrote the story of her life, including every detail and enemy and event, she could remember and from what she had been told by the Mikaelson's, or anybody from earlier times, stopping only to make coffee, order room service and drink the blood from the room service person, it took her 48 hours, with the last page a list of the most important actions she needed to take first, then she crashed into the bed and slept.

Her things packed and a light copper coloured, long haired wig in place, blue tinted eye contact lens, that she would continue to wear for the foreseeable future when she was out in public, checking the mirror one last time liking the long fringe that only allowed her dark eyebrows to be seen with a head swing , she stepped out onto the street and found the first atm, withdrawing another thousand dollars then tearing the debit card into small pieces she headed to Wall Street, entering the first carpark she came up on she entered to see a dick of a rich guy flinging abuse at the car park attendant, she watched as he got back in his Cayenne Porsche SUV and vamp sped after him.