she's got her mother's eyes, her father's ambition

My name is Hope Mikaelson, I'm 18 and one day my Aunt Rebekah told me that we were moving back to New Orleans, despite my never being there in my life.

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“There had better be a fire for you to be waking me up at this time,” she mumbled, yawning as she turned to face Hope who had made her way into her sheets. “Don’t y-” The sound of tears stopped her from making another comment, and suddenly Hayley was completely awake and alert. “What? What is it, what happened?” Her instinct was to comfort her, to pull her in and take all of the sadness away like she would have when Hope would crawl into her bed after a nightmare as a child, but she was grown now and didn’t much appreciate Hayley babying her, so she kept a little distance between them. 

[thereturnofhope]

Hope had not climbed into her mother’s bed for a long time. She was fourteen after all but she still knew of no better place than her mother’s arms for comfort. She climbed between the sheets before her mother even woke, feeling her shift and wiping her eyes. She flinched at the harsh reprimand before the soft questions, curling up against her mother with a quiet sob. “Nothing.” She whispered after a little while. “I just had a nightmare.” She admitted. 

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“Okay, so is there any chance that we skip the lecture and get to the bit where I say sorry and we both go to bed?” Hope asked as she stood in the now empty and littered compound, the aftermath of the party she had thrown whilst her Father and Uncle were out of town and her mother had gone to check on the pack. She’d sent out a message to almost all of her class at the girls school she attended and the boys school they were partnered with. Hope adjusted the strap of her vest top and tried to look more sober than she was.

“Nope,” Hayley didn’t hesitate to respond to her daughter’s plea. She looked around, her head shaking in disappointment because it was all just so sloppy. God, sometimes she missed being a reckless teenager. “You couldn’t at least keep them out of the good liquor? I think if any of this is gonna piss your dad off, it’ll be that.” She walked over to the bar, taking a random bottle of Klaus’ very old, very expensive, scotch and drinking whatever was left of it in one quick swig. “Are you at least going to try and justify this at all? Make up a lie, give me a sob story before I ground your ass for the next sixty years?”

[thereturnofhope]

Hope watched as her mother looked around. There was bottles lying about, food everywhere and general disarray. The speakers had been set up on the 300 year old dining table her Uncle Elijah prized. "The liquor that's been sitting there since before I was born? It deserved a good time. It's been waiting long enough. Daddy would be more offended if I let dollar store beer into his household." She commented with a hiccup as she fell onto a chaise lounger. At least Hope had locked up all the studies, bedrooms and private area of the house and kept the party to the courtyard, the living room and the kitchen. "Can I use the broken family excuse this time? Make up some crock about how I'm driven to reckless behaviour because my parents aren't together or whatever." She joked lamely. "Or shall I go with the 'I'm so suppressed by my overprotective parents and therefore feel the need to rebel' angle? There is no sob story, Mama. I did it to have fun."

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“Okay, so is there any chance that we skip the lecture and get to the bit where I say sorry and we both go to bed?” Hope asked as she stood in the now empty and littered compound, the aftermath of the party she had thrown whilst her Father and Uncle were out of town and her mother had gone to check on the pack. She’d sent out a message to almost all of her class at the girls school she attended and the boys school they were partnered with. Hope adjusted the strap of her vest top and tried to look more sober than she was. 

[thereturnofhope]

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[originallymikaelson]

“Listen to me, Hope…” Here came one of those ‘fatherly lectures’. “I don’t want to leave New Orleans just as much as you don’t. But,unfortunately doing things like leaving and moving because of threats to your life comes with bearing the name Mikaelson. Your Uncles, Aunt Freya, your mother and I - we’ve all agreed this is what is best. We might just come back, but for now… It is what has to be done.”

[thereturnofhope]

“Here we go.” She muttered when he started lecturing as she crossed her arms across her chest. Hope understood her father’s points but she wasn’t happy about them. “How do we know they’re not just going to follow us to the next place? And the place after that? And after that? How am I supposed to live a normal life, the life you wanted for me, if that happens?” 

[inheritedfromoursires-deactivat]

She chuckled and shook her head. “You were never with your father because of your father’s family. Not because of Tristan or I. Despite all of our faults, we would never go after a child. We never truly wanted to hurt them either. But your father and uncle Elijah both hurt my brother. That was something I could never forgive. Surely you can understand that. And as for you witch powers, I’m afraid I’ve already met your Aunt Freya. She may not be as powerful as you, but her powers were not all that harmful.”

[thereturnofhope]

“Well, you did hurt me and you hurt my family so I don’t care if you can forgive it or not. My family do whatever needs to be done to protect their own and if you haven’t wrapped your crazy brain around that yet, you probably never will.” Hope grit her teeth and focused, causing blood to begin flowing from Aurora’s nose and a migraine to set in. “Well, then shall we see if mine are? Or you can leave and never come back? Your choice, I’ve been meaning to test whether I can set someone on fire.” 

[originallymikaelson]

“Oh I’m quite aware, little love.” Much like himself, Hope was not shy about her talents. An inherited personality trait some may say between the father and daughter. “Glad to hear you’ve been listening to me, making sure you always tell the truth.” Of course he knew Hope was joking by the tone of voice, but he couldn’t help but indulge her. “Starting to feel a little better now, are we?”

[thereturnofhope]

“Yeah, you and the truth go together like peanut butter and jelly.” She teased, poking his shoulder as they continued their banter. Hope sighed and curled up against her father a little more, enjoying the quiet time that they got to have together. Between all their family, school and her father’s business, plus splitting her time with her mother, Hope always delighted in quality time with her father. “A little.” 

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[inheritedfromoursires-deactivat]

She chuckled and shook her head. “No my brother was being smart. All he wanted was to see everyone he cared about safe. And if that meant locking the Mikaelson’s up until the prophecy was over then so be it. Besides at that point in time you were never with your father since he cursed your mother as she was all but ready to kill him.” She said with a smirk. She shrugged her shoulders. “That knight was the one weapon that could kill an original, be glad it’s gone.” She said with a wink. She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m well aware. It doesn’t phase me in the slightest.”

[thereturnofhope]

“I was probably never with my father because you and your vile brother meant that it was too dangerous for me to be around him. We had to leave our home to hide from the vampires you sent our way.” She told the woman in a hiss. Hope pressed the woman further against the rock. “It should. I have the blood of Esther Mikaelson in my veins, and I’ve been taught by some of the best witches in the world. And I have my father’s temper.”

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She smiled and opened the car door, lifting Hope into the seat. After buckling her seat belt, Camille looked at her. “I’ve already got a bag in the back. Your dad packed it himself.” Camille smiled and ruffled her hair before shutting the door. Going around, Camille climbed into the drivers seat. She’d make sure the little girl had a good night while Klaus dealt with the remaining white oak bullet.

[thereturnofhope]

Hope giggled as she was lifted into the seat and buckled in, listening to Cami explain that she was already packed. ‘And you got my hairbrush and my hair ribbons for tomorrow?” She asked, straightening out her hair. Hope smiled at Cami when she got into the next seat and they began off. 

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Hope curled close into her Uncle and chewed on her knight, excited to have him back and be sitting with her Uncle. She was a lucky girl indeed. She babbled at him about her day and what she had been up to. She gurgled and coughed a little, catching some air in her throat without realising. Hope looked up at her Uncle when he spoke and smiled brightly.

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Elijah smiled at her, smoothing his fingers over her soft hair, listening to her babble. “Well that just sounds very exciting,” he remarked; even though he didn’t understand what she spoke about – she babbled with such enthusiasm, that he could imagine it was quite exciting indeed. As she coughed, he patted her back a little to help and kissed the top of her head. He offered her a smile in return, using a finger to boop her nose. “Got it,” he teased.

[thereturnofhope]

Hope squeaked happily and shook her fists as her Uncle spoke, she loved to just hear his voice sometimes. She babbled some more and curled up closer, teary eyes from coughing. Hope frowned when he booped her nose, looking up at him in confusion.