I know. I have other stories that need to be published, but this story would not leave me alone. I don't know why it came to me, but it did, and now I wish to share it with you.

I know a lot of you don't like The Originals, and quite frankly, it has lost it's appeal to me as well, and I assure you this story will not reflect on the show, with the exception of the obvious: Hope is the daughter of Klaus and Hayley. Although, as you will see, Hayley is the not the same as on the show.

THERE IS HAYLEY BASHING IN THIS STORY! KEEP THAT IN MIND!

Please remember to review at the end! But be kind!

It was the same woman. The exact same woman in her dreams. No matter how many times she tried to ignore it, it was the same woman.

Curly, blonde hair, blue green eyes, smooth complexion, slightly crooked teeth, but something always stood out. A light. A bright light seemed to encompass her soul, and sung to her.

She didn't know why, but when she awoke in the middle of the night, she drew the woman. She drew her until the face became that which she saw.

She leaned back against the head board of her bed, and sighed as she looked down at the image she had just drawn, and tilted her head to the side.

"Who are you?" She asked, quietly, dropping the drawing in her lap. She brushed her right hand with the small charcoal piece into her hair, and frowned when the charcoal scrapped the side of her face. She climbed out of bed, and tiptoed to her bathroom just outside her bedroom, and turned the light on after she closed the door.

She turned on the water, and slowly began to wipe the mark off her face.

Mystic Falls

She straightened, and lifted her head to the mirror to look into her reflection.

Go to Mystic Falls, and you will have the answer you seek.

She shook her head, and closed her eyes. "Not again." She whispered, bowing her head.

The answer you seek is in Mystic Falls, along with your father's redemption.

Her eyes opened wider, and her mouth opened slightly. "Daddy…" She whispered, moving her eyes around the room.

Too long had she stayed hidden away, living with her Aunt, kept safe and unknown in the world around her. Too long had she seen the man she called her dad, and the woman who was supposed to be her mother, but had turned into a not so great mother.

She knew her dad loved her, and she loved him. In fact, she looked up to him, but she hardly ever saw him, for if his enemies knew that she existed…

She closed her eyes once more, and sighed. "I'll go." She whispered, feeling the hum of satisfaction from the Spirits fill her soul.

She smiled as she opened her eyes. "I'm going to Mystic Falls, and may the Spirits protect me." She whispered, and smiled once more.

~XXX~

"You can't be serious!" Rebekah shouted at the young girl in front of her, who was younger than she appeared to be.

The girl nodded, and sighed. "The Spirits say I must go, and so I'm going, Aunt Rebekah, with or without you." She stated, standing up, and moving towards the door.

"Hope Mikaelson, don't you turn your back on me!" Rebekah shouted once more.

Hope stilled her movements, and slowly turned around. It was moments like this that Rebekah could see her brother in the girl before her. Her dark brown hair resembled Hayley's but had Klaus' curl, and she had Klaus' eyes, a deep cerulean blue. When she was born, Rebekah could see Hayley in Hope, but not anymore, now all she saw was Klaus, and she didn't know if that was a good thing or bad.

"I have to do this, Aunt Bekah." Hope stated, strongly. "I saw the woman again, and the Spirits say that Mystic Falls holds the key." She replied, nodding.

Rebekah sighed, and bowed her head. She had been watching over her little niece for ten years now and at times little Hope Mikaelson displayed the wisdom of a centuries old witch. Of course, it didn't help that she conversed with the Spirits every chance she had.

"Fine, we'll go." Rebekah relented, moving towards the young girl. "But if your father calls, don't you dare say where we went." She stated, pointing her finger at her charge.

Hope grinned, and nodded. "Promise." She vowed, and smirked; Klaus' smirk, and opened the door. "Mystic Falls, here we come." She stated with a little too much enthusiasm.

Rebekah rolled her eyes as she followed the girl out the door. "God help me." She groaned, shaking her head.

~XXX~

Caroline wiped the tears from her face, and turned away, finally from the grave of her recently deceased mother.

She didn't know how long she had stood there, watching her mother's body slowly disappear in the dirt. All she knew was that the one person she counted on was gone, and she was alone.

Again.

She sniffed, and lifted her head higher, and walked down the street towards the home she had once loved, but no longer felt like a home. Instead, it felt like a tomb.

She opened the door, and slowly walked in the house, and looked around. Somehow, she could still feel her mother's presence, but to Caroline, that hurt worse than burying her mother.

She moved towards the kitchen, and found the counter full of food, that she would never eat. She turned her head to the small table, and smiled at the collection of flowers

She moved towards the table, and slowly lowered her head to inhale the scent of the sunflowers. She knew, somehow, that he would find out, but she never imagined that he would send her flowers for his condolences. She lifted the card, and smiled at the inscription.

My condolences on your loss, Caroline, if there is anything you need, let me know. There will always be a place down here for you.

~Klaus

She lowered the card, and shook her head. She wasn't going to him. She wasn't. For ten years, she waited, waited for him to tell her the truth.

She had heard it from Tyler, but she wanted to hear it from Klaus. She didn't hate him. In fact, she didn't blame him. She wasn't tied to him, even though she knew he loved her. She knew he would never wait for her to realize that Tyler would never change, and that he was just a fill in for the real unconditional love she had yet to feel.

She turned to the counter, and picked up her cell phone. She smiled slightly at the text from Stefan, sending his condolences for missing the funeral. Her smile faded as she realized that he was caught up in the Elena debacle once again.

She shook her head, and felt the tears burn her eyes. Elena still came first.

Caroline's mom died, and Elena still comes first. She clenched her fist around the phone, and felt it crumble through her fingers onto the floor.

All the pain she felt from the past few days bubbled to the surface, and she couldn't take it anymore.

Picking up a stool, she broke the leg off, and held the wooden leg to her chest.

Maybe she should just end it all, and then all the pain would go away. She started to shake as the stake slowly pushed into her skin. She let out a cry when the stake disappeared from her grasp, and she turned to find a young girl with dark curly brown hair and a round, slightly oval face, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

"You don't want to do that." The girl replied, kindly with a soft smile.

Caroline lifted her head, and sniffed, wiping her nose with her right hand. "This is not a good time. Please leave." She whispered, standing up from the floor, and moved to the counter.

The little girl smiled, and turned her gaze to the flowers on the counter. "I see he heard." She whispered, moving towards the bouquet, and glanced at the card.

Caroline shook her head, and placed her hands on the counter. "Look, I'm not in the mood for guests, so could you leave me alone." She stated, pain leaking into her words.

The girl turned her head, and smiled, as she slowly approached Caroline. "You are just as I pictured you." She replied, her eyes focusing on Caroline.

Caroline's brow furrowed, and she took in the girl's blue eyes, and not just any color blue, Klaus' cerulean blue. "No, you can't be." She whispered, shaking her head, as her eyes widened.

The girl nodded, and smiled. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Hope Caroline Mikaelson, daughter of Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid." She replied, proudly.

I hope you enjoyed it. If you don't like it, I'm not forcing you to read it, and please don't leave a review if you don't like it. I enjoy constructive criticism, but when you have to be mean, I have a problem.

Anyway, I'm going to allow a day or two before I upload the next chapter. I don't expect this story to be any longer than 20 chapters. I also will be uploading the new stories tomorrow, so please look for them. (If you have been following me! :) )

Until Next Time...