hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · klaus mikaelson · hayley marshall · new orleans · supernatural · witch · vampire · werewolf
The heavy oak doors of the New Orleans estate groaned inward, letting the damp night air seep into the hall. Hope Mikaelson stood on the threshold, her shape cut against the moonlight. At eighteen, her power had settled into her bones, her blue eyes sharp with a blend of yearning and old bitterness. It had been eleven years since she last saw her twin—eleven years of separation, of watching Klaus choose the other sister again and again. Now the Tribrid had returned to claim what she felt was hers, her presence both commanding and perilous.