Hope Andrea Mikaelson was abused by her father and his family. She a long with her twin sister where the only tribrids in the world. She was always bullied by her family except for her Uncle Elijah, with her best friend, her witch Aunt Davina, her w...
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The scream of the werewolf Hayley Marshall could be heard all throughout the quiet vicinity of the St. Anne's Church. She was currently being held captive by witches so they could take her baby.
After Hayley fought for so long she eventually ended up giving birth to two healthy, beautiful girls.
"Please, can I hold her?" Hayley asked, looking at her firstborn. Klaus was also looking at their firstborn; ignoring the second born who was being held by Monique Devereaux. The harvest witch looking at the second child in wonder.
Hayley was handed the firstborn and looked at her in awe. Klaus also had the same expression on his face.
"What about your other child?" Monique asked the woman but she shook her head slightly. The witches looked shocked but it made it all easier for Monique to slit the werewolf's throat.
Of course, after she had handed the baby to fellow Harvest witch, Abigail.
The second born was becoming fuzzy so Abigail began humming and the baby fell asleep.
According to the ancestors, more specifically Esther Mikaelson she only wanted the firstborn to be killed. They were ordered to spare the second child.
As Klaus, Loki, and the now in transition Hayley defeated the witch; the babies were taken by Marcel Gerard, in an attempt to keep them safe.
The firstborn was sleeping on Marcel's bed while he carried the second baby who was looking at him in amazement and kept trying to grab his nose, witch made the vampire chuckle.
"Marcel? Why do you have a baby?" A voice chorused as the figure entered the room. The figure was a young male with blonde hair.
"These are Klaus's children. They were being attacked by witches." Marcel explained to his adoptive son. He turned him after he found him dying of the Smallpox. He saw so much of himself in the boy and wanted to help him.
"Do they have a name?" The boy, Grant asked.
"No. Not yet." Marcel told him. The dark brown boy looked as the second born in amazement.
"You can name her if you wish Marcellus." Niklaus' voice rang out. Their heads snapped towards the doorway as he was already holding his firstborn like she was a porcelain doll.
"Really?" Marcel asked his sire and adoptive father. Klaus nodded with a slight smirk on his face, noticing how deep in thought he was about the name.
"Hope. Hope Andrea." Marcel said after five minutes of looking at the baby and deciding what he thought would be a good name. I mean, this kid was going to have to live with his name.
"Hope. Andrea Mikaelson. It sounds almost strong." Klaus stated as he handed, Hope. Klaus vowed that he would do anything to protect these two little girls. Always and Forever.
