Lost Hope

-Chapter 1-How villans are made

It's been 2 months since Hope Mikaelson turned off her humanity. Her family has tried to get to her but every time they'd show up she'd fight them or spell them asleep, but she wouldn't go so far to kill them, which is why they still had hope. But they were still in need of help. Help from the Salvatore School.

The Mikaelsons which consists of Freya, Kol, Rebekah and Davina march into the Salvatore school demanding attention. All the students were in their dorms so no one was alarmed by the sudden entrance of the Mikaelsons.

Alaric was in his office trying to get to the bottom of the killings that's been going around Mystic Falls. All of which that had hearts removed, decapitated bodies and drained lifeless. He suspected a vampire attack but he still hasn't been able to find said vampire.

Once he heard a bang and the doors swing wide open he came marching towards the noise , expecting some students that snuck out past curfew. Though what he saw angered him even more, he grabbed one of his hidden crossbows and pointed it at the group.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" He scowled, the Mikaelsons still weren't his most favored people. The only Mikaelson he actually likes is Hope, "Your going to scare the students barging in here like you own the place."

"As much as we'd love to go for a little fight, Alaric. We need your help." Kol spoke.

Alaric still kept the crossbow pointed at them, "why should I help you? After what your family has done to me and my family."

"Because it involves Hope. And the killings around mystic falls that you've been desperately trying to figure out." Rebekah's thick British accent filled the air.

At that, Alaric lowered his weapon, "is Hope ok? Do you know who the vampire is?"

"You might want to take a seat." Davina suggested.

After they moved to Alaric's office just in case any students came by. The Mikaelsons explained to the man that Hope turned her humanity off 2 months ago. And that the killings were no doubt her doing. They explained that they kept it a secret from everyone else in fear that they'd try to stop her and get killed in the process.

The Mikaelsons could care less about Alaric's life but if Hope did something to her friends at the Salvatore school or anyone else she cared about she'd never forgive herself. They did it only for her well being.

"So you're telling me that a fully activated Tribrid has been on the loose, murdering innocent people for 2 months and you didn't tell anyone about it?" Alaric whisper-yelled.

"That's why we need your help. She's already killed so much people and we don't want her to be overwhelmed by guilt if she turns it back on." Kol reasoned.

"If?" Alaric questioned.

"By the looks of it she doesn't want to turn it on. It could take a lifetime trying to get it back on, but that's why we're here." Kol explained.

"Please. You care about her too." Davina said.

"Fine, but if we're going to turn it on, we need to figure out why she turned it off." Alaric gave in.

Hope walked into the Mystic Grill, a smirk plastered on her face as she walked through the  glass doors. The place was filled with many people eating their food and drinking their drinks. They all seemed to enjoy their lives that Hope was eager to take from them for her own entertainment.

She walked to the counter and saw a boy around her age working on cleaning glasses. She cleared her throat, making herself known.

'Tony Donovan' his name tag said. Hope was intrigued by the boys last name. She knew Matt Donovan from when he would always come to the Salvatore School to talk with Alaric. But he never mentioned someone named Tony. Or maybe he did, Hope just wasn't paying attention.