Forbidden Love

"You will always be our Hope"

I resemble my mother more than I do my father. I have my mother's brown hair and eyes. I have my father's face structure and accent. Growing up a Mikaelson hasn't been the highlight of my life.Vampire, witches, werewolves, you name it have been after my family for a thousand plus years. And I have inherited all their enemies just because who my father is. Over the past eightteen years I have been kidnapped, drugged, almost executed by witches and even an old family friend named Marcellus. My mother, Hayley, and I left New Orleans when I was just a two years old to find cures for my uncles Elijah and Kol and aunts Rebekah and Freya. And we couldn't get my father, Niklaus a.k.a Klaus or Nik, back until we found them but luckily he escaped Marcel's endless torture of the Papa Tunde's blade that he stuck in he chest. Thank God that we found the cures and I got my family back. But there is a slight problem, Marcel doesn't know that my father escaped which means he can't show his face in New Orleans. We're trying to find a way back home under the radar, I would rather stay here in New york but my father wants his revenge not just for him but my uncles. Marcel has this rare power that was made by my aunt Freya and a guy named Vincent by force. The ancestors of New Orleans helped create the serum to get rid of the originals, the same ancestors who wanted me dead by the way. Marcel's bite can kill an original and sixteen years ago he bit Elijah and Kol. That serum has killed my uncle Finn and a woman my dad once loved, Camille. But thanks to a powerful spelled used with the seven werewolf venom, all the remaining Mikaelsons blood, and a few herbs created a cure for the bite. We can now go back home but I have to do the heavy lifting.

"Hope, you're the only one Marcellus won't see coming. All you have to do is scan the quarter and the compound and report back," says Elijah

"You want to send my daughter back to New Orleans where we have enemies at every corner," says Klaus.

"It's been sixteen years, I'm sure their long gone and she's just going to check things out then she'll find somewhere safe until we come," states Rebekah. My dad always so protective of me it's not like I don't love him for it but it's suffocating.

"Auntie Bex is right and besides I can take care of myself," I say and I can see the worried look on my father's face.

"Fine, but you stay in the shadows and if you run into Marcel don't let him bite you," my father says.

"Don't worry I'll be fine, Im a Mikaelson, we're indestructible," I say to him as I smile. I give him and the rest of my family a hug before I get in my car and pull off. I never met Marcel before but from the stories I was told he was raised by my, back then merciless, father. They thought he was killed in a fire caused by my grandfather Mikael in the early 1900s. Turns out he was still alive and took over New Orleans. When my father returned to New Orleans he was hurt that Marcel didn't come and find them. He got jealous of the city he built so he took it for himself. After two years of betrayal from my father, aunts, and uncles, he decided that he had had enough.Thats when then whole biting comes from and the fact that Elijah, Freya, and Kol killed him and a girl he loved like a daughter, Davina. If we're going to stay in this town without anymore problems, there needs to be a truce. That means it's up to me to fix everything that's broken. My family isn't going to play nice especially to Marcel. But if I can somehow get them to see that this doesn't have to turn into world war three, then we can finally have somewhere to call home. I finally get to New Orleans and I go into Rousseau, a bar that my family spent a lot of time in. I look around and there is no sign of Marcel. I sit up by the bar and the bartender hands me a drink.

"I didn't order this," I say as I push the drink back towards her.

"I know it's from the guy from the end of the bar," she says as she walks away to take another order. I look towards the end of the bar and it's a dark haired guy looking at me. He looks like he could be in his late teens maybe 18 or 19. He must be a vampire because there is no way they let him buy a drink. I nod my head but I still don't touch the drink, I've seen enough television to know not to drink everything that someone hands you. He comes up to me and sits down.