hope mikaelson · the original sin · tribrid · klaus mikaelson · hayley marshall · new orleans · supernatural · witch · vampire · werewolf
The heavy oak doors of the New Orleans estate groaned open, admitting the humid night air. Hope Mikaelson stood in the threshold, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. At eighteen, she had grown into her power, her blue eyes sharp with a mixture of longing and lingering resentment. She hadn't seen her twin in eleven years—eleven years of separation, of perceived favoritism, of Klaus choosing the 'perfect' sister over her. Now, the Tribrid stood ready to reclaim what she felt was owed, her presence commanding and undeniably dangerous.