Damaged Beyond Repair// The Originals

{New Orleans 1}

My breathing was heavy as I ran through the foliage of the woods. Dodging tree limbs and bushes. I zoomed as fast as I could with the help of my special abilities, but even then I wasn't fast enough to out run her. She was fast, she was strong, but I was stronger.

This "she" I speak of is the one and only Celia. With her gang of demons she's hunted me down for ages. How she found me was beyond me. However, after my last battle in Beacon Hills and my injuries taking a toll on my powers I wasn't going to risk it for Celia's little game.

I couldn't turn around, the haunting musk of demons was nothing new to me and it was close. I would've run forever but my foot got caught on a raised tree root sending me flailing down a hill.

I managed to with stand the brutal tumble but I wasn't quick enough to my feet before Celia's friends pulled me up by the collar of my jacket.

"Your quite determined aren't you?" Harley smirked at me. He was one of Celia's closest friends and he shared the hatred for me along with Celia.

"I wouldn't be so cocky with that smirk of yours Harley. We both know I have the capability to do remarkable harm to you." I reply trying to put on the most powerful face I could through the agonizing pain in my ribs and stomach.

"Oh, but darling even I know your strategies. If you had intentions to harm me you wouldn't have run." He continues his cocky smirk. "Which leads me to wonder why the all powerful Hope decided to run? Care to explain?"

"Because she's hurt." Celia emerges from the woods with a grin amongst her face.

"How so?" Harley asks Celia, not taking an eye off of me.

"Back in Beacon Hills.. I heard there was quite a brawl." She pauses to do a slight chuckle and pick up a broken tree branch. "And from reliable sources I heard you got a nasty scratch across your torso from a werewolf, correct?" She walks closer.

I kept a straight face to hide the pain and fright I was currently enduring.

"Didn't think you'd talk." She says as she kneels down so her face is right in front of mine with the stick in her hand. "How about I figure out where this 'boo-boo' is" and with that statement she lodges the stick through my ribs.

I gasp for air and I couldn't help but to release an agonizing scream. She directs Harley and her other friend to hold me still as she continuously impales my chest.

I couldn't stand much longer. The pain was so much. All I could do was close my eyes in hope that I would open them to the familiar surroundings of my once beautiful room. I kept my mind calm until they stopped and I hear rustling from behind me.

"What do we have here?" I hear a mans voice. "I don't know if you heard but you've caused quite a scene here in New Orleans, and I'm not looking for tourist to flee this place because of your little brawls."

I could here his steady foot steps come creeping over behind my back.

"Now if you don't mind I'll be taking her." The man states. I'm not sure who he was referring to but for some reason I believe he meant me.

"What do you want with her? This is our fight not yours." Celia questions the man.

"Well I have quite a strong opinion when it comes to hurting kids, and I'd guess she's no older then 14. So in fact she will be coming with me." He correctly guessed my age and continues.

I couldn't see much between the fact that I was turned opposite to the scene and I was bent over in hopes to ease the pain flourishing throughout my ribs where the stick remains.

"We've been searching for her for months you've got to be joking if you think we would just hand her over like that." Celia scoffs. That's when I heard more foot steps approach behind.

"That's exactly why I brought back up." The man stated with a chuckle, then a blood bath proceeded.

The two people holding me tight released me to fight but I was far too weak to flee.

The battle was quick and brief. Celia and her pals fled like usual.

I continued to hold my ribs tight and kept my eyes on the ground. A pair of shoes came into view on the concrete. He put his hand on my chin and lifted it up till he could see my face.

"You seem to have gotten pretty beaten up." He said gawking at my bruised and bloody face. " Probably hard to function with a stick in your abdomen" he chuckled trying to lighten the mood, which it did not. He removed the stick from my stomach and along with it came great pain but I held it in.

I felt dizzy instantly and my sight got blurry. The last thing I remembered was being carried by the man. He had dark skin with buff features. A slight mustache and beard. Then everything went black.

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A/N
Ok, so this is my first book :)) I know it might be a little confusing at first but that's kind of my goal. It's easiest to understand if you know the shows The Originals and Teen Wolf (Two series this fanfic is about, mainly The Originals though). To clarify, this book will have many references to many characters some of you may know. For instance "Celia" is based off of the character in Joey Graceffas web series StoryTellers (Celia is the gal in the photo in the beginning) I loved the series and Celia was a good minor enemy for Hope. Lastly, yes Hope is Klaus Mikaelsons daughter. Obviously the story will consist of a lot of backstory on Hope. Please share the story :) I know it's confusing but trust me within the next chapter or so it will be more understandable I promise :)
-SS