THE KEEPERS - Teen Wolf FanFic- (temporary hiatus)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 - 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐

"Okay, this doesn't make any sense." Alistair's words hung in the air, shrouding the room in confusion. The Mikaelson siblings, along with Hayley, nodded in agreement, their expressions mirroring their puzzlement. Rebekah, one of the Mikaelson siblings, voiced a question. "You say she was born in a nearby town?"

Alistair nodded; his gaze focused on Rebekah. "Yes, but her birth surname was Labonair. Just like yours," he added, pointing towards Hayley.

The mention of the shared surname sparked intrigue among the Mikaelson siblings. Klaus, turned to Freya, his sister. "Could it be a doppelgänger?" he queried, his eyes searching for answers.

Freya shook her head, dismissing the possibility. "It wouldn't make sense. Hope is not immortal; she can still be killed. There's no reason for her to have a doppelgänger, not to mention that they take generations to appear."

Alistair's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle pieces, but there were pieces clearly missing. Something clicked within him, and he directed his attention to Hayley, the brunette woman who had called Michelle "Faith." "Wait," he interjected, his voice filled with curiosity. "You called her Faith. Why?" His gaze then shifted to Klaus. "And you also called her that."

An exchange of knowing looks passed between Hayley and Klaus, their expressions clouded with a sense of heaviness. Klaus, with a somber expression, looked into the distance before answering. "During the first few weeks of Hayley's pregnancy, we believed there were two babies. But one day, the other heartbeat just vanished, and Hope was born alone." He turned to Hayley, silently urging her to continue.

Hayley took a deep breath, her voice tinged with a mixture of uncertainty and vulnerability. "There was never any evidence of a dead fetus or any complications. We all eventually concluded that we must have imagined it."

Silence engulfed the room as the weight of the revelation settled upon them. Uncertainty lingered, casting a confused shadow over their faces.

(...)

Inside Hope's room, the two girls had been engaged in a lively conversation for over an hour. Their words flowed effortlessly as they delved into various topics, discovering the striking similarities between their likes and interests. It became evident that both girls possessed a natural inclination towards the arts, whether it be appreciating artistic creations or expressing themselves through the art. As witches, they shared a profound connection with Nature, finding joy in it. Additionally, their love for training their fighting skills provided a common ground, be it with magic or physically.

Hope couldn't help but express her envy, a pout forming on her face. "I'm so jealous. You get to train and fight. I have to go to school."

Michelle, wanting to assure her that they were not so different, quickly defended herself. "I also go to school!"

Hope's pout deepened; her frustration apparent. "But it's different. You go to a regular school and get to help defend the world. Meanwhile, I'm stuck attending a school filled with supernaturals, and it's not even as fun as it sounds."

Michelle listened to her words, feeling a pang of understanding. Remembering her times as an orphan.

(...)

After an hour of continuous discussion, the room was filled with a sense of bewilderment and frustration. No matter how many theories were thrown on the table, none seemed to provide a reasonable explanation.