𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘
i will fight for my family until my last breath

FREYA MIKAELSON LET out a loud gasp, alerting her brothers and sister. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she sat up, her lips moving, but no words were being uttered. Her mind was pulled from the living room of her home to a lacrosse field that was beside a school.

The vision was pulled to the side of a girls face. She was a blonde, blue eyed girl that resembled Klaus Mikaelson very much. Same eyes, same hair, and same determined look on her face. And, let's not forget the deadly smirk.

Freya thought that this girl had to be Hope, not only because the resemblance to her younger brother, but because of the necklace that hung from her neck. It was a silver heart with the letter M in it. On the side, it read always and forever in cursive letters. Along with that necklace was another one with an arrow on it and the name Allison.

"Freya?!"

She was snapped out of the vision she was in, and suddenly, she was back into her family's living room, her eyes going back to their natural position. Standing around her was her family, Klaus, Kol, Rebekah, and Elijah.

"Are you alright, sister?"

Freya looked up at her siblings, in shock and disbelief. She couldn't believe that Hope was alive and okay, and that she was as beautiful as ever. She also couldn't believe that she was the one that found her.

"Hope," Was all that she muttered. It was the only thing that she had to say to make the whole family go crazy.

She quickly cleared a large table in the room, placed herbs, candles, a bowl, and whatever else she needed, on the table. She placed Wolfsbane, Vervain, and Witch-Hazel around the bowl to act as some sort of barrier. Hastily, without thinking, Freya cut the palm of her hand with a knife, and held her now bleeding hand over the bowl, allowing her blood to spill into the bowl.

"What's going on, sister? Are you alright?"

Without looking up, Freya answered. "Yes." she smiled. "I felt Hope's magic and saw a glimpse of her." She turned to look Klaus in the eyes. "She looks so much like you."

Klaus, even though trying to not show too much hope, smiled as he heard that his daughter looked like him.

"So, what's are you doing, Freya, trying to put up a locator spell?" Hayley questioned, her arms crossed, biting her bottom lip roughly as she was really anxious to meet her daughter after sixteen years.

"I'm going to do one better, we're going to see her." Freya smirked. "Hold hands, i'm gonna need as much power I need to make this work."

Without hesitation, they all grabbed each others hands, and stood in a circle. Freya started her spell, speaking in Latin, repeating words here and there, but she spoke loud and clear, wanting to make sure the spell got through. Suddenly, the siblings all gasped, their heads tilted back, and eyes closed, and hands gripped tightly in eachothers grasps.

The scenery changed to the Lacrosse field, allowing the Mikaelson family to see everyone on the field. But, they didn't pay no mind to anyone else, their eyes zeroed in on the girl with blonde hair that was in a high pony tail, and had striking blue eyes.

"Come on, Hope!" They heard someone yell -- the coach. He was throwing his arms around widely, and was yelling out a bunch of words that didn't make sense to anyone but him. "You can do it! Take down Greeneberg!"

"Are you sure you're up to this, Hope?" They heard a boy ask. They turned their attention to a Latino boy with a crooked jaw who was standing close to Hope along with another boy.

"Yes, Scott," Hope answered with an attitude, much like Rebekah's when she didn't get what she wanted. "I'm fine." It was an obvious lie, but her heartbeat didn't give away anything. The Mikaelson's had to give her credit. She was an amazing liar.

"Are you sure?" Hope looked up into the boys' eyes and glared. The glare was so much like Klaus' that it threw the Mikaelson's off. "Hope... your magic, it's getting out of hand. It's like, all of a sudden, you don't have control over it anymore." He sighed and placed a hand on her cheek. "Hope, you're my sister, and i'm worried about what is happening. Ever since you turned sixteen, it's like your losing more and more control over your powers. Let's not even talk about the fact that you can't even control your emotions when you get angry."

"He's her brother?" Hayley asked, choking on a few tears as she continued to watch her daughter.

"Hope..." the other boy that stood beside Hope, spoke. He had dark brown hair, whisky colored eyes, and moles all over his face. By the look on his face, it was obvious he cared for Hope. "You blew up one of the classrooms not even an hour ago. Two people got seriously hurt. We have to talk about this. We need to know what is going on. Is this happening because of what happened to Bobby?"

Hope clenched her jaw and tightened her hold on the Lacrosse stick that laid in her hand. Due by the looks of it, Hope took more after Klaus than she did Hayley, so that look meant that Hope was about to snap.

"Do not say his name!" She hissed through clenched teeth before taking on a deep breath and closing her eyes. She was trying to calm herself down, but it wasn't doing much. There was too much anger. "I'm sorry, it's just that his death is still fresh in my head even though it was about two months ago. I just.... He was like a father to me, to us, and to see him die in front of me, it just--" She let out a breath and bit her lip.

"Who is this Bobby?!" Klaus growled out, jealous that his daughter saw someone else as her father.

"I don't know, but if she has a father figure, that means..." Hayley trailed off, lifting up a hand to her mouth to muffle the sob that left her. "It means she has another mother out there right now. What if... What if this mother hurts her? What if this mother isn't even around, kicked her out or something? Oh, my god." She sobbed. "We never should've gave up her up."

"We did it to protect her." Rebekah rubbed Hayley's back, trying to comfort her. "We had to or the witches would've found and sacrificed her."

"I know. It's just so hard to see the life she had without us, her family, her real family." Hayley wiped away her tears, clearing her throat.

"I know, Hayley." Klaus wrapped his arm around Hayley and kissed her forehead. "We just need to find out where she is located and we'll take her back."

"No, we can't do that," Freya protested. "She has built a life, has a family, friends, she has school. We can't just take her away from everything she's ever known about."

"She's right," Rebekah stated.

"Hope!"

They looked away from each other to Hope who was storming away from the boys who were yelling at her.

"Stop!" Hope yelled, turning around to face the boys with narrowed, wild eyes. "You guys cannot just bombard me with all this... this shit! I have went through so much this summer. You guys have no idea!"

"We have no idea because you don't tell us anything!"

"I don't tell you anything because I don't want to ruin you guys!" It was silent for a few seconds as the three of them stood there, breathing heavily. "We've been through some shit for the past two years, but you gotta understand, i've been through so much worse. I've been in this world since I was ten. Ten, Scott! This summer... it ruined me. Allison and Bobbie died within weeks of each other. And then, Dean and I... we were... sent someplace where only bad things happened! It was so terrible and we had to do things, things that I didn't really want to do, but I did anyway or I would've died! I can't... I can't just forget about what I have been through and I can't put it all on you, either. It wouldn't be fair!"

Tears skidded down Hope's cheeks and the wind started to pick up. School work, leaves, and hair went wild. Everyone on the bleachers started to yell out and run to their cars or to the school, but there was a group of people that stayed behind. They all ran towards Hope to try and calm her down as she was crying hysterically, clutching her head, and screaming out in pain.

It took a while, but they calmed her down.

Suddenly, the scenery changed again, and the Mikaelson's were back in their home, panting.

"We need to go find our Hope, now."