A life where Hope 'Mikaelson' doesn't know her real father...
This is a story of what if Jackson and Hayley had successfully run away with Hope.
DISCLAIMER: This story relies heavily on the reader having seen the following shows:
The Originals, Th...
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"So who are these witches that owe you a favor, Nik? It is rare for any witch to fall into a debt with you," Rebekah remarked as they walked over a broad field, miles outside of Houston. There wasn't a thing in site.
"Some of the very few witches I've never pissed off," Klaus grinned and raised his eyebrows. He and Rebekah paused, seemingly looking at an empty field of grass, but then Klaus began walking again, becoming lost from Rebekah's line of sight. She walked in the same direction he went, then once she passed an invisible barrier she didn't know was there, many supernaturals running around a lot of land with many buildings, and one massive house at the center appeared. It was a whole community, and far more than a few as Nik said.
Rebekah said in astonishment, "This is.. peaceful." She looked around to see the little kids chasing after each other. A few of them casting silly spells to prank each other. The clothing everyone wore was old fashioned. The buildings vintage. There were even wolves in the area, but they weren't viscous. They were kind. It reminded her of the peaceful village life she had known before being turned, except the little town didn't look quite the same as a village from a thousand years ago did. "I didn't know you of all people would know about such a beautiful place." Rebekah teased.
"Well, surprisingly enough, Rebekah, I didn't spend all of my time making enemies," Klaus raised his eyebrows at his sister, feeling prideful. One of the few occasions where he could actually stand in a place as a friend. Perhaps, once these people help him find Hope, he can introduce her to them.
"Welcome back, Mr. Mikaelson," Someone, a vampire, sped in front of Klaus, offering his hand. He was polite, looked barely in his 20's, and wearing an old, brown wool suit. His black hair was combed back and he looked well taken care of himself. He reminded Rebekah deeply of Elijah. As he shook Klaus' hand, he looked over at Rebekah, "And your sister? Ms. Mikaelson I presume?"
"Yes. Rebekah." The hybrid informed. "It is good to see you again, Nigel," Klaus nodded at him with a greeting smile, then he pulled his hand back.
Nigel offered Rebekah his hand as well, but she didn't take it. She squinted her eyes in suspicion, "A vampire in a peacefully community of witches? Now you do not see that everyday."
The vampire in a suit brought his hand back awkwardly once he realized Rebekah wasn't going to take it. He shrugged, "You're mistaken. This," he showed his hand at the village, "This is a community of witches, vampires, and werewolves. I'm fact, the wolves you see running around here are werewolves. The witch's here have given them moonlight rings, and they've given us vampires daylight rings. Or necklaces. Whatever we prefer." He smiled, leaving Rebekah absolutely bewildered.
"And how does one achieve a community like this where you guys don't hate each other? What about the feeding? Or the werewolves? They can turn at will which means their bites are lethal 24/7 to vampires." Rebekah furrowed her eyebrows. "And how did you find the place, Nik?" She switched her focus into him.
