since the moment she came back, hayley has been in the dark about the truth of why exactly she’s alive again. after realizing it wasn’t just her, she figured there’s more at play than she knows. who better to ask about an impending doom than a mikaelson ? it’s always a matter of time until she runs into them, anyway. and who better to inevitably cross paths with than the father of her child ? “ klaus ? what the hell is going on ? ”
Hope turned around and froze as her eyes landed on her mother’s. So the necromancer brought her back. But at what cost? A question she already knew she didn’t care about. This is her mother, yet she knew the necromancer had a hold on her. Tears forming in her eyes as she slowly stood up. “–Mom.” Her voice broke. Even though she told her she doesn’t blame her and not to blame herself, Hope will always live with the fact that she had a play in what lead up to her death. Guilt will always be there.
the second she hears her daughter’s voice, it’s the only confirmation she needs to know that this is real. no visions, no watching hope from shadows unseen ... the both of them are alive, together. there’s no hesitation as she rushes toward her, arms wrapping tightly around hope. she lets out a quiet sob, basking in the moment and the fact she gets to hug her daughter again. “ oh, my baby girl, ”
hearing the other agree to keep her distance allowed amara to relax a little. ❝ thank you ! ❞ she nodded slightly, her shoulders less tense. ❝ you’re referring to my doppelganger. ❞ she nodded while cinnamon hues glanced at the stranger. ❝ my name is amara. what’s yours ? ❞ she questioned politely.
she stays where she is, not wanting the woman to be too uncomfortable in close proximity. katherine would want the opposite, wouldn’t she ? hayley finds herself a bit perplexed with the entire doppelganger business, not trusting each respective clone to be who they claim to be. there’s no immediate danger, so she’ll play along. “ right, yeah, doppelganger ... i’m hayley. let me guess, you’re back from the dead too ? ”
The dead are coming back. Would her parents also? Her father? Part of her wanted them to but another just didn’t want them under the necromancer’s control like the twin’s biological mother was on their 16th birthday. Sitting at a table by herself, there was a lot to think. Tempted more than ever to just leave it all behind as much as she tried.
she’s the first person that came to mind at the realization that yes, hayley was alive again. god, she’s only on hayley’s mind constantly no matter where she is, always wishing the best for her daughter. yet, now she’s here and she’ll turn mystic falls upside down to see her baby girl again -- but she doesn’t have to. it’s her scent, the comfort of home, of a child she’s longed to see for ages. “ hope ? ” she croaks, tears forming in her eyes.
death was scary, yet somehow henrik had returned. his last memory was of death, and yet here he was, very much alive once more, dazed and now walking down the street, nothing was how he remembered it, this was clearly not the same village he had grown up in. everything was different, and loud, everything was so loud. the boy was scared. he wondered what kind of magic would bring him back to life in a time that was not his own. henrik had chosen to leave his blood soaked tunic where he had woken. it was torn to shreds as it was, but he didn’t want to be wearing a reminder of his own death, well a reminder other than the scars that littered his chest and face. finally, after walking for what seemed like hours henrik came across someone, “where am i?”
the damn town shouldn’t be like a maze. sure, it’s been some time since she’s been in mystic falls, but why is it so difficult to find someone who knows what the hell is going on ? she has a feeling that whatever’s going on can’t be good and if there’s consequences... someone might as well put her right back in a coffin. the kid sticks out like a sore thumb and hayley’s removing her jacket the second she sees him. “ aren’t you freezing ? where the hell are your clothes ? ” unsure of whether or not he’s comfortable with being touched, she settles with handing him the fabric. the confusion and lack of an outfit has her guessing that he’s in the same predicament she’s in. “ mystic falls... i’m guessing it’s been a while ? ”
❝ no, please don’t touch me . ❞ shoulder tighten upward before stepping back. amara didn’t know how she came to be among the living, but she quickly feared the reason behind her return. the original petrova believed that qetsiyah may have brought her back to force her to relive her fate as the anchor. the young brunet was imprisoned once before by the powerful witch to endure every supernatural death for over 2,000 years that even the wind provided an unwarrent touch. amara knew that she couldn’t endure being a prisoner of qetsiyah again, not again.
katherine was the only one she ever met and the bitch tried to have her killed. she’s not so thrilled about meeting the other doppelgangers, but figure none of them can be as bad as katherine. she’s cautious, unsure which one was in front of her... had no one ever thought to spell them in an attempt to tell the difference ? maybe distinguishing charm bracelets ? “ i won’t, ” she agrees, already tempted on heading in the other direction. “ you just, unfortunately, look like... someone i know... uh, what’s your name ? ”
The lonesome road, stuck on the other side without no promise of discovering peace. Cami had forgotten how many days or even years went by. Commencing to cross the road, a nimble kick of a pebble underneath her sneakers & an intense light suddenly beaming at her. Ear splitting turbulence from a car horn, heart thumping from within her as she scurried back. “What the f-“ Her cry being cut off from the hustle of people bumping by. Confusion stretched along her face, what was going on? “Where am I?” Murmuring to herself, detecting the sweet essence of blood pulsing through peoples veins. Fangs began intruding, hand fastened over her mouth as she struggled to soothe herself. Too much was going on, her head felt like it was about to rupture. Until a hand settled upon her shoulder–
all she wants is to find one familiar face -- just one, if she were to be so lucky. she’s unsure how long it’s been since she’s... well, woken up, but it feels like it’s been hours to no prevail. hayley’s number one priority is finding hope, jackson, hell she’ll even settle for a mikaelson or two. a woman on a mission and no one can stop her. well, that is, for everyone but a vampire about to reveal themselves and finally, a familiar face. someone she’s very much missed and thankful to be seeing as the first interaction since being alive again. or, so it seems. “ cami ? woah there, easy, let’s put those away, ” she’s quick to spin the other around and away from prying eyes. “ you’re alive... well, as alive as a vampire can be. ”
❝ i swear, i will make you suffer in ways your evil mind can’t even imagine. ❞
the yearning to eventually see her family again -- but not a moment too soon.. the peace of a brisk full moon night, a fierce heart and a protective rage.
&. → phoebe tonkin : help i’m alive by metric — is seems like HAYLEY MARSHALL-KENNER was brought back by the necromancer. Word around the town claims that the 24/39-year-old HYBRID is known to be SYMPATHETIC and IMPULSIVE. But being back from the dead has its challenges, especially when you’re hiding, SHE WISHES SHE WASN’T BROUGHT BACK AS SHE’D FOUND PEACE . Who knows if anything we’ve heard is true. It’s mystic falls, nothing bad ever happens here .
BASIC ▸
full name: andrea june labonair hayley june marshall-kenner.
age: 24 in appearance, actually 39.
date of birth: june 6th.
occupation: currently unemployed.
species: hybrid, werewolf/vampire.
language(s) spoken: english.
hair color: brown.
eye color: hazel.
notable scars or tattoos: the word “joy” is tattooed on her right wrist & Crescent pack birthmark on her right shoulder.
INTERIOR ▸
2 positive traits: sympathetic & protective.
2 negative traits: impulsive & blunt.
likes: her daughter, her friends, her loved ones being safe. also pizza.
dislikes: her vampire side, anyone who even thinks about doing harm to her daughter or her loved ones. olives.
habits: crossing her arms, biting the inside of her cheek.
FAMILY ▸
father: andrew labonair.
mother: victoria labonair.
siblings: none.
children: hope mikaelson.
husband: jackson kenner ( subject to change if we get one ). hayley mostly keeps his last name as to honor him/keep one last piece of him in his absence. again, this is subject to change, but once she died they rekindled their relationship in the afterlife. with her, and presumably him, being alive again... she’s not really sure where they stand. also, romance is like the least of her worries at the moment.
BIO ▸
i’ll be following canon for hayley up until her death, but i forgot a lot of the originals ( i’m rewatching, currently on season 3 ) so forgive me if something is forgotten / hayley misremembers something !! her wiki can be found here.
in the end, hayley found peace. she planned to spend out the rest of eternity with jackson, her parents and the wolves, eventually hoping that one day... a loooong time down the road, she’d see hope again. she never wanted it to be this soon. while she’s very thankful it’s her being revived than it is the other way around with hope being dead, she isn’t the happiest about being back. yes, she’s so happy to be able to see hope and her loved ones again, but she’d accepted that her journey in the world was over. hayley had found peace and now she sees her being back as having been ripped away from an eternity of happiness. though, hayley is attempting to adapt and be grateful, regardless of the festering disappointment.
she’s back as a hybrid ! mostly for the fact i don’t remember much of her werewolf abilities being bound/her becoming a vampire, but we’ll just say the magic that had her abilities bound is gone because she died ! also i think it’s a Crime to take away hayley’s wolf side so i didn’t do that :)
figures she’ll stick around, see if maybe she can get another shot at life... not knowing what’s in store with the necromancer. has no idea why she’s back, but has every intention of making this time count, if only to spend as much time as she can with her daughter.