Hope Mikaelson: (voiceover) "When we're young we're taught the distinction between a hero and a villain. Good and evil. A Savior and a loss cause, but what if the truth is that the only difference is just who's telling the story. My name is Hope Mikaelson. I come from a long line of the villains in the tales you've heard about vampires, werewolves, witches, and everything in between."
Hope, Keelin and Freya Mikaelson move into there new house. Hope looks down and sees the painting she made of her family and smiles softly at it.
Hope: (voiceover) "My father Niklaus Mikaelson and my mother Hayley Marshall-Kenner sacrificed there lives to protect me. I moved to Beacon Hills with my two aunt's Freya and Keelin. They decided that moving from New Orleans and Mystic Falls would be a good thing for me."
Hope finished unpacking her room and smiles softly at it. "I miss you guys" Hope said, referring to her mother and father.
Hope: (voiceover) "I made a promise to my dad that I would do right by our family name. I want to do some good in the world, I want to make them happy."
Hope grabs her backpack and keys before she heads downstairs. Freya and Keelin who are eating breakfast together. "See you guys after school" Hope said.
"Have a great day at school, Hope" Keelin said. "I'll try" Hope said. "Be on your best behavior, and don't use your powers" Freya said. "I got it, Auntie Freya" Hope said, before leaving.
Beacon Hills High School
Hope pulls into a parking spot in her black Model S Tesla. She gets out of her car and people were looking at her car. She rolls her eyes before she grabs her bag, heading inside the school.
Hope walks into the office to get her schedule and locker number. "Hi, my name is Hope Marshall. I'm here to get my schedule and locker number."
"Yes, of course, here you go" The lady said, handing her schedule and a piece of paper with her locker stuff on it.
"Thank you" Hope said, walking out. She looks over her paper and she didn't even realize that she'd bumped into someone till she feels her butt on the floor. "Ouch."
"I'm so sorry" A voice said. She looks up to see a guy with a baby face. "Here, let me" He said, sticking out his hand. Hope just got up on her own getting her bag and paper from the ground.
"I'm Stiles Stilinski" Stiles said, sticking his hand out. "Hope Marshall" Hope said, wiping away the stuff from her butt. "Oh, you're Hope. I'm showing you around today" Stiles said.
Great, a human that just ran into me on my first day is showing me around. Hope thought.
"Great" Hope said, trying to keep the sarcasm in. "Can I see you're times table" Stiles asked, giving Hope a look. "Sure" Hope said, handing it to him.
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Little Wolf (Teen Wolf)Fanfiction
When we're young we're taught the distinction between a hero and a villain. Good and evil. A Savior and a loss cause, but what if the truth is that the only difference is just who's telling the story. My name is Hope Mikaelson. I come from a long...