Hopeless TW/TO

Chapter 2

After days of performing a highly impenetrable cloaking spell on myself and attempting to find a way to come to Beacon Hills undetected, I finally arrived. Although I knew that the Hale House was located in the woods, I had no idea where - my memory had betrayed me. Right now, my tactic is just to wander around the woods and hope to stumble upon it.

After what seemed like an hour of searching, I discovered the Hale House, but it wasn't like it was before. It was severely charred, and there were places where the walls had disintegrated, and unless I was the most oblivious child ever, this had to have taken place after Mom and I had left.

"Well there goes my plan," I muttered in a disappointed manner. I had crossed the country for nothing, seeing as though the family I was planning on staying with probably died. Even though my original plan seemed to fall through, I knew that I could not return to New Orleans after only a short time. My father would not realize that what he had done crossed a huge line, one that could not be un-crossed. I was about to turn back around and try to navigate my way out of the forest when I heard a loud scream coming from the old house.

Should I get involved, I thought. If I die, my dad will kill me...again. After a moment of contemplation, I decided that I am a bad bitch who loves danger so screw it.

Although hesitating at first, I crept back towards the house and snuck through the oddly bright red door. The screaming had ceased by the time I found its source: a teenage boy that had seemingly passed out while getting a tattoo on his bicep. He was being held down by another boy in plaid and getting the tattoo by a handsome man who looked vaguely familiar.

"Oh thank God, I don't know if I can handle any more murders," I sighed in relief. The man who was previously giving the boy a tattoo set down his tools and took a cautious stance and let out a slight growl while flashing his bright red eyes at me, probably sensing that I am supernatural. A werewolf, I thought. Nice to know that they all haven't left Beacon Hills. To avoid getting into an unnecessary fight, I exclaimed, "Look, I was only looking for the Hales. I wasn't planning on killing you or something like that so no need to get all defensive".

The two boys looked at each other in confusion, both unsure of what to do next. After a brief moment of silence, the older man spoke up, "Who are you and what do you want with the Hales?"

"You see, I've gotten myself into a little predicament, and I was hoping that I could stay with them for a while until the situation has resolved itself," I explained while pacing the room. I was careful not to reveal too much about the situation at home to people of whom I do not know. "But, it seems as though they all died considering the condition of their house so I'll just be going."

I spun around on my heel and made my way back towards the door when the same man confessed, "I am Derek Hale. Now answer my question: who are you?". Slowly, I turned back around for dramatic effect to say my name. If there is one thing my dad taught me, it was to be climactic, especially when announcing your identity.

"The name's Hope. Hope Mikaelson," I stated, confidence lacing my words. A smirk made its way onto my face as Derek dawned in realization.

"Hope. You stayed with us a long time ago with your mom, right?" Derek said, placing two and two together in his mind. "Why are you here," Derek questioned, shaking his head, "Where is your mom?".

"Back in New Orleans. And to put it simply, I ran away," I said while walking towards the center of the room. I ran my fingers over the chair only to discover a thick coat of dust of which i wiped on the boy in plaid's shirt.  He seemed so confused as to what was going on that he hardly noticed.

"You ran away? If your father-"

"If my father what? Finds me here? He won't, I made sure of that," I snapped at Derek. I am not in the mood to talk about my father. He doesn't deserve my time, especially after all the evil acts that he has committed. "I just need a place to stay for a little bit until my father has come to his senses and admit that he was wrong. That's all," I added. Derek seemed to hesitate for a bit but eventually began to nod his head.

"Alright," Derek began, "but no killing anyone, alright? I don't want you doing something that might cause your family to pay a visit to Beacon Hills."

I let out a small laugh and said, "Derek, you have no faith in me. Trust me; I won't do anything that might draw my family here." Celebrations of my success were cut short as the boy with the tattoo gasped awake, covered in a thick layer of sweat.

"It worked," said the boy with the tattoo, looking quite impressed. After staring in awe at his arm, he noticed me by Derek's side. "Derek, who is this?" questioned the boy.

"Hope Mikaelson. Pleasure to meet you," I spoke up for Derek. I swiftly moved past Derek and extended my hand to help him up off the floor. "And what's your name," I asked, removing my hand from his.

"Uh, Scott. McCall," the boy with the tattoo shyly answered.

"I'm uh, I'm Stiles," the boy in plaid piped up, raising his hand in the air as if he was in a classroom setting. "And you are really pretty, er um, its pretty cool how you, I mean um you live in New Orleans! That's pretty cool, yea," Stiles stuttered. I giggled at his antics and turned my attention back to Derek.

"So where do you actually live. I assume it's not in this dilapidated place, right?" I stated while turning around to inspect the full damage of the house.

"I actually have a loft downtown that I stay at with Issac over here," Derek said while motioning toward a boy on the table with a blue blanket covering him. I hadn't noticed his presence before, but the boy wasn't looking too good. He had a medical band around his wrist as though he had just come back from the hospital.

"Is he okay? What happened?" I questioned, looking up to Derek for answers. If I know what happened, I might be able to perform a healing spell on him.

"He was attacked," Derek answered, looking away for a brief moment at the door where Stiles and Scott now stood. Due to his apparent lack of detail, I could tell that he was not telling me the full truth.

"Really? By whom-"

"Who painted the door?" Scott called out, cutting me off. He stared at the bright red door with suspicion as he ran his hand down the side. Looking over at Derek, Scott asked, "Why did you paint the door?" Considering Derek's face practically dripped with guilt, it was clear that the answer to my question lied behind that paint.

"Go home Scott," Derek demanded, the look in his eyes expressing slight fear.

"And why only one side?" Scott questioned again, running his hand over the paint once more. With the flick of his hand, five claws took the place of his nails. Another werewolf, I thought, How many more are there?

"Scott-" Derek called out, but it was too late. Scott had already begun to scratch away the paint on the door. With both sets of claws out now, the paint quickly chipped away at Scott's touch. Breathing heavily, he finished scratching to reveal what Derek had tried to keep hidden. Underneath all the paint was a black symbol - the Alpha Pack symbol.

"The birds at school and the deer last night - just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the alpha." Scott rambled out, putting the puzzle pieces together in his mind. "How many are there?" he asked, fearful of what the answer might be.

Derek let out a sigh then replied, "A pack of 'em. An Alpha Pack." Shaking my head, I began to rub my temples. It seems as though wherever I go, drama always follows.

"All of them?" Stiles questioned in disbelief.

"How does that even work?" I added. Having an entire group filled with alphas seems to defeat the purpose of even becoming an alpha. Someone becomes the alpha so that they can lead a pack and make them stronger, not to be lead by another with the same status.

"I've heard that there is some kind of a leader," Derek answered. "He's called Deucalion."  

Author's Note:

So just to clarify, Hope is a witch/werewolf since she has killed before.  She is not a vampire because she has not died yet.  I am also planning on giving Hope a love interest in this book.  Who do you think it should be?