Hayley's POV

I placed the brush down on the table as I took a look at my freshly made hair. I fixed the collar of my black shirt and rubbed my lips against each other. My eyes met the bouquet of flowers prepared beforehand. I sighed and picked up my car keys. Today was the one year anniversary of my parents death. It was the reminder of the worst day of my life. Apart from that unfortunate event, my life was nearly perfect...

I'm not normal, not even remotely. You see, I'm a banshee. A weeping woman. I don't just weep though. And quite contrary to popular belief, I don't only use my voice for warning people about an upcoming death. Death is inevitable, and if my only power was to state the obvious well, that would be a waste of power.

I do not believe in sirens but for all I know, they can exist. I mean, if a banshee can, why not? I am supposedly one of the last of my kind. Adopted as a baby, I never knew who my birth parents were. I didn't need to anyway, I had the best parents in the world. The reason why I mentioned sirens is that most people don't know that a banshee can do all that they attribute to sirens, and even more. I can hypnotize with my voice, lure people into doing things, I can scream and break glasses, I can make people bleed to death through their ears, though I haven't tried. My voice is more powerful than any sword or dagger.

But the voice has its disadvantages. I hear dead people. They communicate with me. You might think this is cool but unfortunately, not so. At five years old the voices made me nearly go mad. My father searched the world and finally a woman in Egypt gave me a cure. She made me a potion I drink once a day to keep me sane and block the voices. Initially dad used to order the ingredients from Egypt but as he grew more informed in the area, he started finding the ingredients right here, in New York. My parents had understood what I am quite difficultly, but never backed away. My sister, their biological daughter, dislikes me passionately. She says and I quote "You're a monster, you deserve no love yet you get attention just as much as I do, sometimes even more". I love her and really wish she could feel the same way.

I'm from a wealthy family in New York. I'm quite popular at school. I sing well so I'm in the school choir, I am weirdly athletic (something I cannot relate to my banshee traits) so I'm the head cheerleader, I'm good at my studies and very outgoing, so I'm the head of student council. These achievements seem to annoy my older sister Alison even more. Its not like I asked for any of it.

My sister's anger towards me grew after my parents death. They died on the day of my graduation. Coming from France, they were risking missing my graduation ceremony because the place had arrived late. So when my dad drove extra fast to reach me on time...bam... The car crash that left a mark on me that made me hate myself for a good six months.

I became more accepting of my fate after I stopped drinking the potion and communicated with my parents. They told me it wasn't my fault. They forgave me. So I forgave myself.

Today, 12 months since that dreadful day, I was going to visit them at the graveyard, unaware of how drastically my life would change. I calmly sat between the two gravestones and placed the flowers. Breathing in, I tried to find peace. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice who'd become familiar very soon spoke up. "Hayley Marshall?" He asked. I turned around to meet the stranger. He was handsome, blonde and most probably British. "Klaus Mikaelson. Been looking forward to meeting you" As I shook his stone cold hand he gave me a little self confident smirk, and further deepened my confusion.

KLAUS' POV- 2 Weeks ago

"You do not understand Rebekah!" I roared. She shut her eyes and walked away. Elijah shook his head disapprovingly. "What Elijah? Don't you see? Marcel has everything I have ever wanted" Elijah nodded and stepped towards me. "You will not accomplish anything by acting as his friend while you're with him and taking out all the anger on Rebekah. Be smart and logical Niklaus" I rolled my eyes and slammed my hands on the table. "Tell me then, oh noble brother, how can I use logic to defeat Marcel?" Elijah smirked and pushed a folder towards me. "Who is Marcel's biggest enemies?" "the witches?" I suggested. "Think more drastically" "the wolves?" "the wolves" "What good are a bunch of wolves who can't even turn human to communicate with in the first place?" I roared. Why was he wasting my time. "All they need is a leader Niklaus" "Their royalty was killed, long gone. He even killed the banshee mother" "She was their queen" I nodded "My point exactly. He killed any potential leader-" "Firstly, Marcel did no such thing. We all know he wasn't involved" "The wolves don't think so" "Thats because the witches are bitches, if you dont mind me saying" Elijah replied sternly. "That Devereaux girl cats the spell on the whole lot of them because of her failed relationship with the wolf boy. Vampires simply killed the leaders because they were under attack. The witches, Niklaus, were the ones who started this" "Well I wont tell this story to a group of wolves who'd never believe me" "Its not them you have to persuade"

Elijah eyes the folder and I opened it. Photos of a young, brunette, beautiful girl lay inside, alongside a descriptive profile analysis. "A girl?" "the girl" he corrected. "Who is this Hayley Marshall?" "She is the only survivor, the daughter of their king". My eyebrows raised as I started laughing in joy. "Does she-" "She knows nothing. Not even that she's a wolf". I smiled and picked her photo up. "Her adoptive parent were killed in a car crash recently. She has no bonds left. This is our chance Niklaus. Lets use the wolves to win back power in our own city"

After finding out more details about her whereabouts, I was finally en route to New York. It was the day of her parents death and Elijah said she'd be at the cemetery, hopefully alone.

Hayley's POV- Present day

"Who are you?" I asked in suspicion. Klaus' smile widened. "I just told you" "I mean what do you want from me" "I have come here to tell you about your real parents, and who you truly are". I felt like a bucket of cold water was splashed on me. I took in quick, deep breaths. "Ridiculous" "Not really. I am coming from New Orleans, the place of your origin". I shut my eyes. "Why should I believe you?" "Because you want to know, and I have no reason to lie." "What are you?" I asked. He stared at me suspiciously. "Are you like me?" I corrected my question. "I am half like you but, cooler, one might say" "So you're half banshee?" "Banshee? I'm not a- are you a banshee?" I nodded as a tear slid of me cheek, which I wiped away instantly. "No, little girl. I'm not a banshee. You must have taken that from your mother. I am, on the other hand, a werewolf" "what?" Klaus sighed. "Theres no way around this. Hayley Marshall you are a werewolf. The daughter of werewolf royalty and the next queen and your people need you"

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