Rebekah and Kol Mikaelson are heretic witches and have been for a thousand years.
Read their story and the story of their wolf/vampire hybrid brother Klaus.
The three indomitable hybrids.
Bound by a vow stronger than the vow made by all the Mikaels...
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Recap.
Freya was on her way upstairs when she heard the front doorbell ring, retracing her steps and veering to the foyer she opened the door. A beautiful light auburn haired young woman with large cerulean eyes and a wide full lipped mouth stood there dressed in all black. A soft leather biker cut jacket on. Freya frowned at the power buzzing and flickering off the young beauty.
"Hi," The young woman smiled infectiously, "Sorry to bother you but is Klaus Mikaelson here?" The smooth confident voice asked. "It is important I speak with him. My names Hope by the way."
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Hope looked around the mansion inquisitively. It was the same but different to her world reality. She could feel the difference.
There was a knock on the front door.
She frowned, should she open it? She looked around waiting for footsteps, none could be heard.
Hope opened the front door with a narrow gap. Frowned again.
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"Hey Hope," The blonde guy smirked at her.
"Who are you?"
His smirk deepened, "Nice, your own brother and you don't even have a twinge of connection....even if we are from other worlds," He saw her confusion, "Shit what were they teaching you at that boarding school? Nothing but monsters?" He grinned at her smugly. "Henrik Mikaelson," He introduced himself, grinning at her.
Hope yanked him inside. Shutting the front door with magic. He was strong, as strong as her, she could feel his power. Hope propelled him along a corridor closest to the front door finding a door she opened it and shoved her alleged brother inside. She chanted. Protecting the room and cloaking them.
"Are you a first born?"
He smirked at her smugly again, "Yep. With a similar timeline to your reality. Only child. Hollow. Mom and Dad died. I came here on purpose. Uncle Kol helped find me a matching reality....you know a better one where my parents aren't dead," He sneered. "Man I tried everything I could find to resurrect them....I failed.....so here I am. You? Though I do know a lot about you. There is a few Hope's just like you out there with a few slight differences."
