What if Hope Mikaelson wasn't the golden child of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall? What if she had a twin sister who was the favorite? This is an alternate universe where Hope was forgotten by her family. Except for her two uncles, her werewolf...
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The screams of the werewolf Hayley Marshall could be heard all through the quiet vicinity of the St.Anne's Church. She was currently being held captive by witches so they could take her baby.
After Hayley fought for so long she eventually ended up giving birth to two healthy, beautiful girls.
"Please, can I hold her?" Hayley asked, looking at her firstborn. Klaus was also looking at their firstborn; ignoring the second born who was being held by Monique Devereaux. The harvest witch looking at the second child in wonder.
Hayley was handed the firstborn and looked at her in awe. Klaus also had the same expression on his face.
"What about your other child?" Monique asked the woman but she shook her head slightly. The witches looked at her shocked but it made it all the easier for Monique to slit the werewolf's throat.
Of course, after she had handed the baby to fellow Harvest witch, Abigail.
The second born was becoming fussy so Abigail began humming and the baby fell asleep.
According to the ancestors, more specifically Esther Mikaelson she only wanted the firstborn to be killed. They were ordered to spare the second child.
As Klaus, Kol, and now in transition Hayley defeated the witches; the babies were taken by Marcel Gerard, in an attempt to keep them safe.
The firstborn was sleeping on Marcel's bed carried the second baby who was looking at him in amazement and kept trying to grab his nose, which made the vampire chuckle.
"Marcel? Why do you have a baby?" A voice chorused as they entered the room. He was a dark brown eyes male with dark brown hair.
"These are Klaus' children. They were being attacked by witches." Marcel explained to his adoptive son. He turned him after he found him dying of the Spanish flu. He saw so much of himself in the boy and wanted to help him.
"Do they have names?" Nathan asked.
"No. Not yet." Marcel told them. The dark brown hair boy looked at the second born in amazement.
"You can name her if you wish Marcellus." Niklaus' voice rang out. Their heads snapped towards the doorway as he was already holding his firstborn like she was a porcelain doll.
"Really?" Marcel asked his sire and adoptive father. Klaus nodded with a slight smirk on his face, noticing how deep in thought he was about the name.
"Hope. Hope Andrea." Marcel said after five minutes of looking at baby and deciding what he thought would be a good name. I mean, this kid was going to have live with this name.
"Hope Andrea Mikaelson. It sounds almost strong." Klaus stated as he was handed, Hope. Klaus vowed that he would do anything to protect these two little girls. Always and Forever.
