It was night in Beacon Hills. Most people were at home, eating dinner, or putting their kids to bed, and the rest were at work. You know, normal human things.
However in the woods a like had opened up and spit out a girl with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. Standing up the girls eyes narrowed as she looked around, trying to determine where in the hell she was.
"That's your daughter?" Caroline asked with wide eyes, looking at Hope on screen with wide eyes.
"Yes, that's Hope." Hayley said with a smile.
"Wow. She's actually really pretty." Elena said with her own wide brown eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Klaus asked the doppelganger with narrowed eyes.
"Nothing." Elena said to him, rolling her eyes.
Tilting her head she used her hearing to try and determine if there were any enemies near by, anyone she needed to get ready to fight. A trait she guessed she got from her father.
Klaus smiled proudly as he heard that, loving how she got his need for survival.
When she was satisfied with the fact no one was around for miles she slowly made her way through the miles of trees, stopping any time she thought she heard something, her hand raised slightly at the ready in case she needed to blast something with magic.
"She has super hearing and magic? How is that possible?" Bonnie asked, frowning.
"She's the Mikaelson Tribrid. Werewolf mom, hybrid dad, witch grandmother. Things pass down to us from those before, that's how DNA works." Lizzie said, looking at the witch with a 'duh' look.
When she finally got to the road the girl found herself across from a Police Station. Frowning at the fact nothing seemed familiar, she stepped forward, walking to the front door and soon enough, through it.
She was met with a woman in her 20s, dark skin and eyes. She was typing away on a computer when the door opened, causing her to glance up at the young girl. Her eyes lingering on her ripped clothing, that was covered in dirt and some blood, causing her to sit up a bit straighter.
"Hi, ma'am, can you tell me where I am?" The young brunette asked the deputy.
"Are you friends with Stiles? I told that boy to stop trying with the pranks, they never work." The woman said, causing her brows to furrow in confusion.
"What the hell is a Stiles?" Caroline and Lizzie both asked, frowning, before they glanced at each other in amusement.
"Stiles? I'm sorry, ma'am but I have no clue who that is."
"Beacon Hills, California. That's where you are." The woman said after eyeing her for a minute, "Are you alright?" She asked when noticing the way the girl became extremely confused and worried.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I was driving and got turned around a couple towns back. I thought I'd stop and ask where I was, to get directions. Thank you." The girl said, about to turn around and leave when the door opened again and in walked a man dressed in a Sheriff's uniform.
"Good girl, give nothing away." Klaus said, nodding in approval.
"Hey Kenya, how's your night going?" He asked the woman behind the desk.
"Shouldn't you be at home with your son?" Kenya asked instead.
"I can't sleep knowing that girl is still out there." He told her, shaking his head with a sigh.
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Hurricane
Fanfiction" I can feel your heart hanging in the air I'm counting every step as you climb the stairs It's buried in your bones, I see it in your closed eyes Turning in, this is harder than we know We hold it in the most when we're wearing thin Coming like a h...
