Team K

Chapter 1

New Orleans:

This was one of the most dangerous things that had ever threatened Hope Mikaelson. The hollow, witches, werewolves and vampires alike could never equate to the power that her enemy had. She couldn't defeat her yet though. She was only on a recovery mission. The guards were out for the day, leaving the 10 year old Hope Mikaelson alone for once. It was the perfect opportunity. She inched into the room, her ears straining to hear if anyone, if she, was coming. Silence. Hope smiled slightly before she looked at her objective. There it was, more important than any gold, dark object or even money in the world. Her hand reached for it. She was finally going to beat her nemesis. This was it. This was the time. This was...

"What are you doing?" an amused voice asked from behind her causing her to whip her head around. She stared at the woman in front of her, cursing herself for failing. Her hand was still outreached for the cookie jar, as she stared at her nemesis's hazel eyes-her mother had bested her once again. But it wasn't too late. She could still pull through. It was time for plan B.

"Mom, you know I love you right, you're honestly the best, I couldn't wish for a better mom," the ten year old said, fluttering her blue eyes towards her mother as she sported a cute grin. On anyone else, it would have practically melted their heart but her mother wasn't that stupid.

"Nice try, what have I told you about eating sugary foods without permission," her mother said, a hand on her hips as she stared down with an eyebrow raised. Hope sighed. So much for plan B. Suddenly, another figure entered the kitchen, and Hope, ironically, felt hope. All was not lost. She could still do plan K. Plan Klaus.

"Hey dad," she said, avoiding her mother's gaze as she shot her cutest smile at her father, who suddenly looked like he had just won the lottery ticket. This was too easy.

"Hello sweetheart," he smiled back before he muttered a quick hello love to my mother, who simply nodded back.

"Dad, Can I have a cookie," I begged, puppy dog eyes on display.

"I don't see why not," my father said, smiling down at me and I mentally cheered though my victory was cut short.

"No you can't," my mother said, reminding me of her presence in the room. I groaned in frustration as my father looked puzzled.

"Look, you can have some later, it's only 9 in the morning, that means no sugary stuff young lady," my mother scolded, her hands still planted firmly on her hips. 

"Come now little wolf, surely one cookie won't hurt," my dad said, picking up a wine glass, before placing it on the kitchen counter. I turned to my mother but she shook her head, completely unimpressed with us. I finally decided to pull out the big guns as I looked at my father with sad eyes.

"Don't you love me dad," I said softly, changing my voice to a tearful tone, while inwardly smirking at the conflict on my father's face, either listen to me and face my mother's wrath, or listen to my mother and upset me. He then turned to my mom with a pleading look while she merely rolled her eyes, and I could tell she knew what I was upto. My mother though, still refused to budge and had started to open her mouth to say something when the breaking of glass could be heard outside the room. She quickly turned to check it out, when suddenly two cookies were shoved into my hands, as I looked at my father while he leaned on the counter, noticing that 'strangely' the wine glass was no longer sitting there. My mother rushed back in when she saw me carrying two of the cookies.

"Just go," she sighed, completely giving up now.

I grinned at my dad before saying a love you to my parents, my dad returning it while my mother just rolled her eyes again.

"It's way to early for this," I heard her mumble before she left and I saw her enter my aunt Bekah's room. I grinned, taking a huge bite from my cookie, closing my eyes at the chocolate heaven in my mouth.

Mystic falls:

Damon sat on the sofa and grabbed the bottle of bourbon from the table next to him. This was his relaxation time and he would be damned if he didn't use it. However it once again seemed the universe didn't care about what Damon Salvatore wanted. Before he could do anything, he felt a cool breeze and turned to see his girlfriend standing there in front of him, with her arms crossed.

"Elena," Damon said, raising his bottle in greeting, before turning back to drink from it when suddenly it was snatched from his hand.

"Hey," he cried, now sitting up, as he glared at the woman across from him.

"We have a problem Damon," she merely replied, setting the bottle out of his reach.

"And pray, tell what problem is that," Damon rolled his eyes, knowing full well that the last few months had been peaceful.

"Klaus's daughter, Hope," Elena started before being interrupted by Damon.

"What about her," he said, still staring at the bottle of bourbon and wondering if he would get some huge lecture for just lunging for the drink.

"We need to kill Hope Mikaelson," Elena said, matter of factly as if she was talking about the weather that morning. Only then did Damon look back to Elena, surprise etched over his face.

"What?"

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