Hey fellow readers, what's up?

So, I shouldn't be writing this, but we all know that don't we? But I couldn't get this idea out of my head since it's been in my head for a while now! I hope you guys enjoy!

And of course, I do NOT own the Originals or any of the characters involved in the show.

It had officially been 16 years since Hope had been sent away, and the compound couldn't be anymore glum.

The lights had been forever dimmed, sometimes covering up the blood stained across the wall from Hayley or Klaus's frustrated outbursts. The city of New Orleans had learned to fear the two of them for what they had done to their family. That little girl was supposed to keep the family together, but she had ultimately torn them apart.

Kol and Finn had both been brought back to life by Esther, who confided into her children just why Hope had to be killed. Dahlia would've come after her.

Of course that brought up a whole bunch of problems when their long lost sister had suddenly showed up and killed Esther before she could turn all of her children into humans.

But that had been years ago, and everyone had fallen into a darkness that nobody was able to bring a light into.

Kol had been saddened by the fact that he was never able to meet his niece, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone. Being back into his original body, he drowned his frustrations in blood, much like Hayley did, but he had a bit less of revenge to fulfill.

Speaking of the newly turned hybrid, she was still as out of control as ever. Her emotions were all over the place and that didn't help now with everything that happened. She had managed to calm down a bit over the years, but not by much.

Elijah had been worried over Hayley for years, but she hadn't let him in until recently, their relationship finally getting off after years of delay. But he, too, missed the child that he had fought Klaus so hard for. He wanted her to be back, but they had lost her.

Rebekah was possibly the most saddened of Hope's absence after Klaus and Hayley. She had spent a few months with the child, just enough time to get her totally wrapped around her finger. And then like a snap of her fingers, the little girl was gone.

Finn, as well as Kol, was depressed that he couldn't meet the youngest Mikaelson, but he knew that it was for the best that Dahlia never to get ahold of the child. He held himself together for his family as he slowly reconnected with all of them, especially his older sister.

Freya almost burst out into tears at the fact that Hope had been killed by the witches. She wished that she could've helped the little girl instead of letting Dahlia get ahold of her, who she had only just defeated. She wished that she could've been there sooner.

Only Elijah, Rebekah, Klaus, and Hayley knew about Hope's actual fate. The little girl had been sent away for her safety with Rebekah, but they knew that the witches would never stop hunting her, so they sent her away to a foster home. After they had defeated the witches, they visited the fostering home only to find that Hope had been passed on to a different family.

They searched for so long, but they couldn't even find a trace of the little girl. And because of that, New Orleans had suffered from the emotional turmoil of the most powerful family of eternity.

But now, everything would change. Everything would be better, because Hope Mikaelson had finally been found.

HM

Hope Nelson smirked underneath her dark hoodie. The same hoodie that she got arrested twice in. Possibly a third time by how things were going in the day.

She had met up with Darrin, a friend of hers from one of her earlier foster homes. He was crazy, but so was she.

He had almond colored skin and chocolate eyes that blended nicely with his light brown hair. He had bright white teeth that could fool any girl into falling in love with him. Well...almost every girl.

She had always seen Darrin as a best friend, maybe even a brother, but never a love interest. And the best part was that he felt the exact same way. At least Hope thought so considering that he was dating a gorgeous girl by the name of Nicolette.

But the problem in that was that Nicolette didn't know anything about what Darrin actually did. He sold drugs for a living, which, as you might guess, is a pretty risky business. But when you live on the south side of Chicago, everything you do is pretty risky business.

"Hey, you sure about this?" Darrin asked, sporting his own dark hoodie. They probably looked very suspicious in broad daylight with such dark clothing, but they didn't care. Anybody who saw their faces would probably back down within a second.

Hope hadn't always lived in Chicago. She spent quite a lot of time in California, Florida, Oklahoma, Texas, New York, etc. She had even seen her file and saw that she was born in New Orleans, so she could say that she was pretty multicultural.

But she had stayed in Chicago the longest. And she was staying in the same neighborhood as Darrin, which is how they met in the first place.

The south side of Chicago was a dangerous place. Anybody with half a brain knew that. A family had decided to foster her, but they simply needed the money for themselves, and they didn't exactly care about taking care of her.

That was where her and Darrin's friendship blossomed. They were both the youngest in their families, which meant that they were the last ones to get food, if any. So, they turned to stealing anything they could get heir hands on. As long as it was something that could keep them satisfied.

But then, people started hearing about them, and Hope especially gained a reputation, which was the reason for her two arrests. Her hands were sneaky, and people in Chicago appreciated that trait. If you could steal, you were alright. If you were alright, you didn't get killed.

Darrin warned her a lot about the risks of certain jobs, especially when the killers wanted her to steal certain evidence off the police. Of course, Hope knew these risks, and she loved them at the same time.

There was nothing more fun that taking a few risks once in a while.

"Yea," Hope finally answered, her bright blue eyes trained on the cop car parked outside. "I'm sure."

Darrin looked at her cautiously, but didn't say anything. She tightened her grip on the aluminum bat, her other hand clutching the blue spray paint in her hoodie pocket.

She knew what she was supposed to do.

She just didn't know if she'd get away with it.

Someone by the name of Jack called her out, wanting her to trash a cop's car. She didn't really know why, something about a friend of his getting thrown into jail for no reason blah, blah, blah. She didn't really care. She was practically jumping with adrenaline.

"Okay," she said to Darrin, turning to look at him intensely. "If I go down, promise to take care of Lynx?"

Lynx was Hope's cat. Well, technically, it wasn't her cat, since the animal didn't have a collar or anything like that, but she was basically hers. When Hope had gotten to her most recent foster home about a year ago, she saw a small kitten walking around the neighborhood. Of course, being the animal lover Hope was, she fed the cat any scraps she was left with. Ever since then, the beige colored cat had followed her practically everywhere she went, excluding the city of course.

Darrin shook his head with a smile. "Still worrying about that cat?" he asked, sticking his hands into his front pocket to ward off the chill in the city.

Hope shrugged, smirking just a bit. "Of course. Who else will?"

That seemed to leave him speechless as she turned back around, assessing the situation she was about to throw herself into. The cops that drove the car to the neighborhood were currently in a house across the street, looking pretty tired. Maybe they won't be out too quickly. Hope might actually get a chance for this.

"Okay," she said again, turning to Darrin and holding out one hand. He stared at her strangely for a moment before chuckling and taking one of his gloved hands out of his pocket.

Hope smiled before she and Darrin did their specialty handshake. Hope practically begged Darrin for them to make one, and he just recently obliged, which of course, made her want to do the handshake at any probable time.

She turned back around. Her light brown hair was tied back into a tight ponytail underneath the hoodie. She was wearing dark jeans that had gotten faded and a bit ripped over the years, a loose shirt sporting a band of some sort, and her trusty black hoodie. Her hands were clear of gloves, seeing as she could never keep her hands on some before her other foster siblings stole them from her. She had on her ankle combat boots, black of course to hide the dirt.

If you looked at Hope straight on, you could obviously see that there was history in her face. She had seen quite a bit in her many, many, foster homes. Her right cheek had a small, white scar that stood out a bit against her slightly tan skin. She could almost laugh at the memory that caused the small scar.

But she had something to do.

With newly found confidence that Hope barely knew she had inside of her, she strutted across the dingy street toward the polished cop car, her left hand holding the bat over her shoulder while her right hand remained in her pocket and around the spray can.

She clutched the spray can tighter and looked around once. She saw that nobody was watching and quickly jumped into action.

Hope was...somewhat of an artist. She loved, absolutely loved, to sign what she created. And this was no different.

She pulled out the spray can quickly and prayed a giant letter "H" onto the hood of the car in bright blue paint, being quick as she threw the can over her shoulder to join the rest of the trash on the street.

Then, she clutched the bat tightly and took a hard swing to the windshield, shattering it instantly. Hope had always been strong for a girl, and with her line of work, she had to make sure that her strength was upheld.

Immediately, the car alarm went off, making Hope quicken her actions, knowing that she wouldn't have much time left. She dented in one of the doors, almost hitting it off its hinges. The windows were all smashed, as were the headlights. Hope couldn't help but smirk at the ruckus she was causing.

But then she heard them.

"Hey!" A voice said from behind and Hope whirled around to see two men, the police officers, running from across the street toward her, looking pissed off.

Hope smirked and dropped the bat into the open window, knowing that she could get other bats if she needed to. Then, she ran.

It always seemed like her days ended like this.

She heard the two cops behind her, one white with dark hair and light eyes and the other black with dark hair and dark eyes. But they both wore the police uniforms. That was all that mattered to her at the moment.

She could distantly hear Darrin laughing a bit at the faces of the cops and couldn't help grin to herself as she ran deeper into the city, making it her mission to lose the two cops behind her.

It was easy to lose someone in a crowd, and that was exactly Hope's goal. She just needed to lose them before she'd be able to hide out at Darrin's house for a while. He'd help her out for a bit but after about a week she might have to find a new place considering that Darrin's parents would probably find her pretty soon.

As she was thinking all of this, she ran as fast as she could into the more nicer part of Chicago, the shops and the way people were dressing easily telling her the difference.

She needed to get into the crowd. She needed to go through the malls.

Hope had a crazy idea.

And of course, she's going through with it.

Hope surprised the cops chasing her when she suddenly split into a Macy's store, running up the escalator and pushing people out of the way. She ignored the protests and the angry words hurled at her and simply winked over her shoulder at the people she pushed around.

She went past the cashiers who were calling security, heading straight to the fire escape that she knew only this Macy's had. She knew her shops.

She swung herself out the window once she opened it, hurrying down the steps and into the back alley.

Where she found backup.

"Freeze!" Someone yelled, and Hope slowly turned around, only to be met with quite a few cops at the end of the alley, the two cops she had run from coming down the fire escape behind her.

Hope could fight pretty well. Hell, she was excellent at fighting. But she was also smart. She knew she was outnumbered, and if she actually tried to fight back, she'd probably only make things worse for her.

So, for the third time in her life, Hope raised her hands in a mock surrender, a smirk plastered across her face as some cops came toward her with their guns drawn just in case. In less than a minute, she was in silver handcuffs and being roughly pushed into a cop car that was much better than the one she had just left.

But, as she was getting into the car, she felt someone's eyes upon her.

She hated being watched without knowing who it was. It was one of Hope's biggest pet peeves. Because she knew someone was watching her, she just didn't know who.

Luckily, before the car drove off, Hope caught the eyes of a tall man with a suit, staring at her in confusion and a bit of wonder. Hope shrugged the look off, knowing that she would get a lot of stares from the store she had just come through, so she might as well get used to it for a few more minutes.

HM

Elijah watched the cop car drive off, alarm bells going off inside his head. He was in the store, having gotten a call from Rebekah to get her a specific dress from there as he was going back down to New Orleans after checking Chicago for any sign of Hope. It was one of the last places they had a lead toward.

As he was walking through the store, you could imagine his surprised when suddenly, a girl came bursting into the store and running through it like the devil was chasing her. She threw herself out the window and onto the fire escape, being quickly followed by two police officers. This instantly caught Elijah's attention, because he was curious as to what the girl could've done to get into trouble with the police.

He had walked to the window like many of the other customers and watched as the girl raised her hands to the officers' guns. But there was a smirk on her lips and a certain glint in her eyes that instantly made Elijah remind himself of Kol or Klaus. She also seemed very much at ease with getting handcuffs placed on her, so Elijah wondered how many times this had actually happened.

It was when he caught her gaze that it all clicked. Her hair was the same color as Hayley's if not a bit lighter, but it was mostly her eyes that gave her away.

Her eyes were the exact same.

They had a dark outline around her iris, making her eyes seem a bit darker when in reality, they weren't really. They had a glint exactly like Kol's in her eyes, but she was smart enough to know she shouldn't fight like Finn or even himself.

But there was also just the hint of the devil in her blue orbs, and she had Elijah convinced.

His heart had skyrocketed as the car slowly left toward the police stations. Could this be it? Could this be the break that his family desperately needed? Could this even remotely help them regain a semblance of family again?

But most of all...

Could this be an end of their suffering and worry over the little girl they had lost so many years ago.

Quickly, Elijah pulled out his phone, dialing a number as he left the store, Rebekah's dress completely forgotten.

"Elijah," Klaus's voice said from the other line. "So very nice to hear from you. How's Chicago treating you?"

"Niklaus, I do not have time for useless banter," Elijah said seriously into the phone, cutting his younger brother off. "I think I found her."

It was quiet for a very long time on the other end before Niklaus spoke again. "You found her?" His voice was just a tad bit hopeful, and Elijah couldn't help but smile just a bit.

"Yes, brother," he replied, heading toward the police station. "We have our Hope back."

Okay guys, there's the very first chapter!

I know it isn't much, but I wanted to hear some feedback before I continue with the story.

Questions of the chapter: What did you guys think of Hope's character in this storyline? What do you think will happen when she meets Elijah? And how will she react to the supernatural world?

I would absolutely LOVE to hear the answers to these questions or any other kind of comment in the reviews below, so if you could leave one, that would be great!

Thanks for reading!