Daughter Mikalson (A Hope Mikalson Fanfiction - The Originals Fanfic)

Heyo, I've decided to make another story, and I hope you like it! PLEASE READ THE NOTE AT THE BOTTOM!

Anyways, you don't want to hear me run my mouth all day, so enjoy!

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Daughter Mikalson

Chapter 1: The Necklace.

Part 1:

    The light in the church was bright as it hit my sensitive eyes for the first time... All of the faint screaming was gone, and in complete silence.

    A woman held me, she wore a white dress, and had fire red hair. She started down at me with wonder.

      "C-Can I hold her...?" Gasped a woman. I don't know who it was, until I saw her...

      The redheaded woman nodded and shifted me. I finally got a full view of the beautiful woman holding me. She was tan, and sweaty, her dark brown curly hair was drenched with her own sweat.

      A smile broke across my infant face. My mother... My mother was holding me. She gave me a tired, blissful smile as she cradled me in her skinny arms.

      With a quick, almost nonexistent movement, the delicate skin on my mother's neck split open, and thick red blood poured over her chest, hitting the pure white blanket I was wrapped in, turning certain parts of it deep red.

      "No!!!!" Screamed a male voice from somewhere in the room. I let out a scream as my mother's smile faded, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She fell backwards, and the same redheaded woman snatched me from her dead arms.

      I cried as loud as I could, trying to get her to stop, so I could help her... but she wouldn't... I wasn't speaking, only screaming.

       As I squirmed in the redheads arms, I caught sight of a man... on the wall... screaming at the redhead to stop...

      Tears falling quickly down his face. He had a thick British accent, and Sandy blonde hair and blue eyes... It was a miracle I could see every single detail of the man, when I was nearly 20 feet away from him.

       His eyes focused on me, I had stopped crying and stared as the man on the wall. Then I continued as the heavy door of the church closed, and blocking my view of him.

        I jerked quickly out of bed, my breathing fast and heavy. Sweat drenched my face and hair, staining the too big gray T-Shirt I wore.

      I ran my fingers quickly through my dark brown curls, which were drenched in sweat. I gasped for air and eventually, I regained use of my lungs.

       I looked at the clock, it was almost 3 am. I groaned and pushed away the blankets, revealing my long, tan legs.

     I walked through the huge room to the private bathroom beside it. I looked into the mirror, staring at my sweaty, pale face. I looked at my reflection for a while, my dark brown, chest length curls were wild, and my blue eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep... and food. I was starving.

       I pulled my hair into a quick ponytail and then took off the oversized shirt and stepped into the shower. The cool water felt nice as it ran down my bare back and legs, washing  the sticky sweat from my skin. After washing myself free of the dream, I pulled a towel through the golden shower curtain. I wrapped it around myself and stepped out onto the white mat.

      After drying myself off, I tied the towel around my half dry body and pulled my mostly wet hair from the ponytail. I tugged my brown brush through the curls, flattening them out. After getting the millions of tangles out, I put the brush down and pulled my hair back into a low ponytail.

       I  pulled open the door. I was surprised to find the lights on, and my aunt, Rebekah, standing by my bed, a small white box it her hands, with a navy blue bow on it.

       I sighed, "I thought I said no presents...?" I groaned at her. She rolled her eyes, "Since when have I ever listened to what people say...?" She asked with a small smile.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, "Never, I guess."

  

    I walked past her to my dresser. "Here." she grinned, handing me the small white box. I sighed, "Seriously...?" I begged.

       She rolled her eyes and took my hand. She placed the box in my Palm. "Stop being a baby and open it." she said with a small smile.

      I sighed and pulled one end of the blue bow, causing it to fall into the golden comforter of my bed. I lifted the white lid and inside was a beautiful silver necklace.

      The chain was silver, and on one end was a single charm, a heart, with dozens of navy blue diamonds inside, with a pair of silver wings on either side of the heart.

    I let out a quick breath of shock. "This is..." I whispered, a smile finding its way to my face.

      "This is beautiful..." I finally was able to say. Rebekah smiled and laughed. "I knew you would like it!" She smiled happily.

     I wrapped my arms around her quickly. She chuckled, "Thank you." I smiled. "No problem." She smiled back.

     "Go get dressed. We're travelling today." she smiled. I nodded and raised my eyebrows. "Where...?" I asked, interested again.

She smiled, "It's a surprise."

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Hey!

So, I decided to write a second story, and due to lack of inspiration I did another Fanfic! :)

This time of The Originals!

I may do a third story, which DEFINITELY will be an original story! :)

IDK what about though, I may do it later today, or tomorrow.

Anyways, so once I get 4 or 5 chapters into the story, I want to start making goals, like so many comments, likes, etc for the next part.

But only if I have the readers.

HOPEFULLY I will! ;)

Anyways, so tell me what you think of this story!

Love it, hate it? In the middle?

Let me know in the comments if I should keep going please, I could use the support! :)

-Kisses, Becca <3