"Stiles?" Hope said in a low voice as she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Yeah?" he replied. "When you said the other night that you knew of a way to help me remember about how I got here and all? Were you serious?"
"Well, I'm not sure if it'd work but we could give it a try if you'd like" Stiles answered looking straight into Hope's eyes. He noticed that she had been crying, and he wanted nothing more than to be able to help her.
"Hope, Stiles. We need to talk" Noah said, walking up to the two teens. "About?" Stiles asked, confused. "Supernatural beings for example."
"I've been thinking, and I talked to Malissa. Are the supernaturals really real?" Noah asked, not sounding like he wanted to believe it.
"That depends on what you think," Hope answered. "I - I want to know the truth" he said at last. "Alrighty then, this will be fun" Hope said and walked into the living room. "You'd better take a seat"
"So, you know about Scott-" Stiles began. "He's a werewolf, right?" "Yep, and Derek also" "So that's why you guys are always with him?" Noah asked. "Pretty much," Hope answered. "And Allison is a hunter, as in werewolf hunter?" Noah asked, skeptically (is that even a word?) "Yeah" "But didn't she and Scott used to be together?" Noah asked, confusedly. "You can't imagine how awkward it was," Stiles replied. "But she's a good werewolf hunter now" Hope added when she saw the confusion on Noah's face. "If you ignore the fact that she stabbed Isaac 20 times," Stiles murmured. "What?" Noah asked, shocked. "Not helping," Hope told the boy. "It's okay, they've made peace, and besides he is also a werewolf so he heals quickly" Hope explained.
"There's just one other thing I need to know," Noah began. 'Here it comes' Hope thought, dreading the question about to come. "What are you two?"
"I'm human, just to get things clear" Stiles said and you could see the relief on Noah's face. "Hope?" he asked when she didn't answer. "I'm - a lot of things."
"I'm a hybrid of three different creatures, a tribrid." "What three things?" Noah asked carefully. "A witch, a werewolf, but not like the werewolves here in Beacon hills, and lastly a vampire" Noah couldn't hide his shock. "But my vampire side hasn't triggered yet, I have to die first" Hope quickly added.
"How is it possible to be a vampire if you're alive?" Noah asked. "As you know, vampires are dead, so you're probably thinking 'how can something that is dead have a child' well it's quite complicated" Hope explained.
"I want to know, if it's okay with you," Noah said. Hope smiled briefly then sat down facing Noah. Stiles sat down besides his father. "My dad was the original hybrid, so he was born a werewolf, magic made him a vampire, so he was the first ever hybrid. He lived a thousand years, did a weird ritual to become the only vampire who can procreate. My mom was a werewolf and she moved from foster home to foster home to end up in Mystic falls, my dad got sad and drunk and stuff happend, then boom loophole, a miracle baby. I wasn't even supposed to exist, so the universe has been trying to kill me since before I was born. To reset the balance of nature.
"Wow" was all Noah could say. "Told you it was complicated," "You had that same conversation with your uncle, and I know what you're thinking. It isn't true." Hope smiled at the boy gratefully.
"We should probably get going," Stiles said, looking at Hope. "Where are you going?" Noah asked. "Stiles is going to help me remember how I got here" Hope answered. "Try. I don't know if it will work." And with that the two teens walked out through the door.
"Where are we going?" Hope asked Stiles who was leading her god knows where.
"To Scott's boss," Stiles answered. "What? Why?" Hope asked, confused. "Because he's a Druid, he's good at these things. He helped Isaac remember where Boyd and Erica were."
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Hope in Beacon Hills
FanfictionHope woke up in Beacon Hills not remembering anything, she found the towns police station and walked in. Noah Stilinski helped a girl that appeared out of nowhere not remembering much at first. And the more she remembered the more isolated she got...