13 | the original tribrid

Hope

Over the course of my life, I've been dubbed many names. The miracle hybrid baby, the destroyer of all witches, the mini-Klaus Mikaelson, nature's ultimate loophole...but at the end of the day, only one name will stick, and that's being the Original Tribrid.

"Thanks." I said when my order arrived.

I'd be lying if I said I was better off alone than being in Tony's company. For the 21 years that I've been alive, I've finally come to the conclusion that someone like me is better surrounded with the people I care about and care about me. Because being alone makes it easy for me to go off the rails. Especially with the full moon tonight. My werewolf side might be hidden, but I could still feel it sometimes.

Just sitting in this diner makes me think of a number of horrendous possibilities my meal can end, one of which involves someone's blood being a condiment in my cheeseburger.

Cheeseburgers.

Tony loved his cheeseburgers. It was actually the first meal we ever shared. I could still remember his ridiculous theory of me being an alien. Not gonna lie, that annoyed me then, but it makes me laugh now.

Laughing all by myself, even if it was just a silent laugh, I earned a few stares from some of the people in the diner. Okay, now everybody thinks I'm crazy.

"Are you Ms. Mikaelson?" Said a diner employee when she reached me.

I suddenly whipped my gaze towards her, suspicion clouding my mind at the mention of my last name. How the hell did she know?

"Who's asking?" I asked, the skepticism on my face not faltering from my raised eyebrow as I did.

She then handed me a telephone. Goddamn, I have not seen a telephone like this in person before. It's kinda cute though.

"Someone's calling for you." She said.

I furrowed my brows as I stared at the telephone she was holding out in front of me. My gaze flickered between the phone and the staff before I finally took it from her hand.

During the one and half second that I took the phone from her hand and placed it against my right ear, I pondered about who would call me. Clarke? Is this another one of his tricks? Dad, hopefully? Calling to see if I'm open to telling more about what I showed him? Or someone vengeful who found out that I have the Mikaelson name?

"Hello?" I said with suspicion, my body tense and my gaze stern.

"Give me my credit card back."

I immediately rolled my eyes and leaned back against my chair, calming down when I recognized the rather angry voice on the other end of the line.

"I had no money with me. You, on the other hand, have plenty." I just answered.

"Funny, because I don't remember giving you money when I kicked you out. The next thing I knew, I'm being charged for a cheeseburger from a diner that's not even that great!" Tony complained.

I could hear him pacing back and forth. I hear him rummaging through a bunch of drawers and the creaking of his closet doors. Was he dressing up while complaining to me about his stolen credit card?

"Well, where do you suggest I get cheeseburgers?" I asked, while placing my left arm across my body and resting my elbow against it as I held the phone up against my ear.

"Ditch that diner. There's one 2 blocks from there that makes cheeseburgers with 3 kinds of cheese. You should order the Deluxe one, it's exquisite." He rambled on. One more thing to know about Tony: he rambles like no tomorrow when it comes to the things he loves. "Hold on. Stop changing the topic! Give me back my credit card!"

"Come and get it." I said before hanging up.

Even if I said that with a sneering tone, in my mind, it was me hinting that I want to see him. I mean, Tony likes a challenge, right?

I returned the phone to the staff before focusing my attention back on the cheeseburger. It won't satisfy my hunger, but it would do something.

The minute I took a bite from the burger and swallowed it, I suddenly felt weird.

I stood up from my chair only for my balance to go off, causing me to clutch onto the table. I was dizzy and sleepy. I can barely even think straight.

"Easy there." Said someone as they wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me up.

But that wasn't just someone. If my head is not messing with me too much to hallucinate voices, then I'm sure I'm being held up by none other than Ryan Clarke.

Son of a bitch.

—

In all honesty, I've gotten tired of my life being a continuous scenario of dumped-in-a-cell dynamics. I'm certain that no one can count how many times some people have tried to keep me cooped up in a cell that would eventually be rendered useless after I clean the floor with their bodies.

This one's no different. At least, that's what I thought at first.

Waking up, the first thing I noticed was the cool metal clasped around my wrists. With that, I felt my magic revert back to their hiding place. The second thing was my veins practically being set ablaze with the amount of vervain that was running through them. I couldn't help but groan at the feeling. Third, was the presence in the room.

"Nice of you to finally join us." Clarke's voice echoed in the room.

I opened my blue eyes and I was instantly met with the victorious smirk of the one and only Ryan Clarke, standing right outside the cage I'm held up at.

"You just never learn, do you?" I asked.

"I actually have learned a lot." Clarke said, then pointed to the shackles. "Anti-magic shackles, vervain, wolfsbane, vampire slash werewolf cage, compulsion-proof guards, boundary spell, and a little threat-filled cherry on top."

Extreme measures. I respect that. But then again, if their goal is not to kill me immediately, they're already making a huge mistake.

I cocked an eyebrow and tilted my head, a smug smirk curling on my lips to send him my mockery.

"What makes you think you can actually threaten me?" I said, my smirk turning into an amused grin. I can only imagine myself looking like my father right now.

Ryan mirrored my smirk earlier before pulling out something from his blazer. It was a small, old-fashioned monitor with what seemed like surveillance footage on the screen.

The smug grin on my lips slowly descended into a frown when I saw the man on the live footage just sitting in his office and going through some papers.

"That's what I thought." Clarke said when he saw my reaction. "Mr. Stark will be going home late tonight because the absence of his not-so-trusty partner in his home makes him feel quite blue. Heart broken people, am I right?."

I flickered my gaze towards him, my eyes shooting death glares at him as he put the monitor through the bars. I clenched my jaw while holding his amused gaze.

"What? You didn't think we'd just let you guys hang out without planting bugs everywhere, did you? You're not the only one who has magic. I have a witch of my own."

"Well, that's a perverted move."

"No, it's a smart one." He corrected. "Because if it weren't for that, I wouldn't have figured out who you are, Hope Andrea Mikaelson."

I nearly flinched at the way my name rolled off his tongue.

"I gotta say, being Klaus Mikaelson's daughter from the future is definitely a plot twist." A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "The first tribrid...who would've thought?"

"Still not you. Because if you really are smart enough, then you'd know that no type of cage can hold a tribrid." I said, and I say that with confidence. I've been through a lot of cages, all of which I've successfully got out of. I can break free from this, I just need a little time.

"I beg to differ." Clarke crouched down in front of the cage, his gaze still mirroring the sternness of mine. "If you do any little attempts of escaping, Tony will receive the punishment. It's so easy to get to him, you know?"

My hands balled into fists as I imagined all the different ways I want to kill Clarke right now.

"Tell me, is he afraid of the dark?" He asked.

My blood ran cold. Suddenly, all I could think about is Tony being stuck in an endless pit of darkness, wandering around and alone. The thought caused a pang in my chest so painful, that it physically hurt, more so than the vervain in my system.

"That's right. If you don't be a good little tribrid for us, Tony Stark will not just be history, but just...well, I think you already know." He said.

For some reason, the way Clarke spoke to me today was sort of out of character for him but also kind of familiar.

I didn't think much of it when Clarke once again stood up and adjusted the coat of his suit. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with the big guy. I'll leave this monitor here, yes? Get cozy, Hope."

With that, he exited the room.

I finally breathed. I felt like I forgot to breathe when I focused all my attention glaring at Clarke. It was the only thing I could do at the moment. I can't be too reckless, not when Tony's life is on the line. I have made it this far without getting him killed or pushed into the pit, I'm not about to change that.

My glance landed on the monitor by the railings of the cage. I moved and reached out to it before looking at Tony. There was a mute button on the side and when I pressed it, the sound was unmuted and Tony's voice echoed in my ears.

"—last thing I want is to attend a lame ass college reunion where I'd spend all night trying to avoid women throwing themselves at me...Because I'm awesome, that's why!" Tony was talking to someone on the phone while playing with his swivelling chair in his office.

I missed him bragging about how awesome he is. Textbook narcissism at its finest.

"What do you mean I'm—Okay for that alone, your privileges to talk to me have been temporarily revoked and will be going under review. Bye-bye." Tony said before hanging up the phone.

I couldn't help but laugh at how he can just include humor every chance he got. It's like every bone in his body is funny.

Wait, why do I actually find him too funny now? I used to find him annoying.

I wanted to watch him. I find comfort in knowing that he's safe in his office. But it didn't take long before the room started to release a thick gas.

Vervain gas.

I couldn't help but hiss at the contact of the gas against my skin. I pushed myself against the wall, hoping that I could get away from the gas, but of course that didn't work.

I inhaled a bunch of vervain gas causing my throat to burn like a bitch. I was suffocating. There wasn't much clean air to go on so I was left with no choice. The vervain filled my lungs and eventually, I closed my eyes darkness swallowed me.

—

"You're not supposed to twist that!"

"How would I know? I'm not a mechanic!"

Tony and I were in the basement, tinkering with his new repulsors gloves. He just got them finished and tested yesterday. And it's safe to say that it works pretty damn well.

One part fell off one glove when I twisted something I'm not supposed to. I muttered an incantation under my breath to undo what I did to the repulsors and not a second later, it was fixed again.

"There, all good again." I said proudly.

"Okay, that's enough, Tribrid Granger. Get your wiggly wizard paws off my masterpiece." He said, gently pushing me out of the way.

"Granger, really?" I said, crossing my arms.

"You and Hermoine both act like a know-it-all."

"That's because we do know it all."

"Rewind to one and a half minutes ago when you said you didn't know what you're supposed to do."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head before proceeding to watch Tony hover around his new toy.

"You're acting like I broke it." I said, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"You might as well have." He retorted.

He's really controlling when it comes to his own stuff. I can stand here and not do anything yet he would complain about my loud breathing distracting.

"Breathe louder. It's definitely not distracting." He said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Says the mouth breather." I responded.

"That's because I'm always out of breath." He said.

"Yeah, right. Doing what?" I said.

It wasn't a serious question. It was a retort. For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to say that. Turns out, it's not. Because he then straightened his body, lifted his head and met my eyes. He has his arm crossed against his torso while his lips curled into a teasing, meaningful smirk, staring at me with his eyes communicating what I can only assume are very, very inappropriate thoughts.

"Okay, I did not need to know that."

"You asked!"

"I hate you."

"I'm more than happy to show you a demonstration."

"Bye, Tony. I'll talk to Jarvis instead."

"What do you mean 'Bye, Tony', I just got here. Wake the hell up, Andrea!"

My eyes fluttered open and I was met with the blurry silhouette of a man hovering above me. Once my vision cleared, I saw Tony with his eyebrows scrunched together and his lips slightly parted, breathing through his mouth. He's out of breath again.

"Do you know you talk to your sleep?" He asked me.

I slightly tilted my head. "Really? I thought I just strangle people in my sleep."

"Well...yeah. That, too." He responded. "Are you gonna stand up or am I gonna have to carry you out of here."

"I can stand." I said while pulling myself up.

"Good. Because you're surprisingly heavy."

"You're just surprisingly tiny."

"Is that how you talk to your savior?"

"Shut up." That's when everything started sinking in. "Wait. There's a boundary spell in this cage. I'm not gonna be able to leave."

Tony slightly narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, as if wondering something.

"Are boundary spells done by a witch?" He asked.

I furrowed my brows. "Yes."

"Well then, there's no more boundary spell." He said, then shrugged. "I strangled her. It's been a long time coming."

I widened my eyes. "You killed a witch."

He pushed his lips into a thin line and shook his head repeatedly. "No, not really. Klaus came in and ripped her heart out. Which reminds me that I have to puke after this."

I stiffened in my position, felt like my feet were nailed to the ground. The only word I could say was "What?"

"How about less chit chat and more moving?" Klaus came into the room with his clothes stained with splattered blood, as well as both of his hands. His hands were practically crimson already.

"Dad?" I muttered.

A smile tugged on his lips. It wasn't the signature Mikaelson smirk that one sees before their death, nor is it a taunting one. This one was genuine. It almost made my heart break because of how I missed it.

"Hello, love." He greeted me. "Shall we get out of here?"

A disbelieved smile flashed across my face, my eyes flickering between Tony and Klaus, unable to register in my head that all this is actually happening.

I nodded before walking out of the cell with Tony's metal-gloved hand on my back, guiding me. When we walked out of the room, I couldn't help but gasp at the overwhelming scene I was met with. There were trails and piles of bloodied bodies all over the corridor, some with a large hole in their chests, some with their limbs thrown across the hallway, and some with their heads removed from their necks.

"I am so going to puke after this." Tony muttered to himself, trying not to gag.

We weren't given a chance to take in all the chaos that had happened when another one arrived. A group of heavily shielded and armed men appeared from the corner and pointed at us with their guns, which I can only assume is imbued with vervain and wolfsbane bullets.

"Okay, now might be a good time to spell them to sleep or something." Said Tony.

I showed Tony my wrists. "Anti-magic shackles modified to withstand vampire strength."

"Tony, get Hope out of here. I'll find the key to those shackles and handle these miscreants." Dad said.

I whipped my head towards him. "What? No, I'm not leaving you!"

"I'll be right behind you." He said.

I stared at him for a second longer, seeing the familiar eyes that I've known since I was a kid, before I turned around and started running with Tony right beside me.

"Here!" He said, pointing to his left where his car was carelessly parked.

We ran towards the car but before it could be within our reach, the vehicle exploded and the force sent Tony and I flying away from the car and each other.

I was suddenly taken back to the first time I came to this timeline. When I was floating in the air when Tony's car hit me. The way everything went in slow motion. The shattered glass flying around me, droplets of my blood suspended in mid-air, my breath being knocked out of my lungs.

Then everything went back to its normal pace.

My body clashed against the rough cemented ground, earning a painful groan to leave my lips. I heard Tony hiss in pain when he made contact with the ground. Then I smelled blood and heard him struggling.

When I turned around, I found someone behind Tony with a wire looped around Tony's neck, strangling him.

My vision went black. I don't know how that happened. I didn't know it was even possible to experience that. It wasn't because I was too hurt. But it was because of the arising anger that made my body go numb from the pain.

The next thing I knew, I had the chain of the shackles around the throat of the man, pulling onto him so hard, that the chain pierced through his neck and decapitated him.

His head rolled to the ground at the same time his body collapsed to the floor.

My chest heaved up and down as I stared at the body. It has been a while since I last killed someone. Not a monster, but an actual person acting like a monster. The amount of blood pouring out of the man's body caused the veins under my eyes to pulse and my vision to darken.

I then turned towards Tony who was still catching his breath while clutching his soon-to-be bruised neck.

"Would it be wrong..." he said with a hoarse voice. "If I said that those eyes turned me on?"

"Yes." I said, my eyes reverting to their normal state.

"Okay...Let's just pretend I didn't say that." He groaned.

I looked down and saw a shard of glass embedded in his right leg, causing him to bleed. I crouched down before looking back at his face.

"I'm gonna pull this out, okay?" I said.

He whipped his gaze towards me with a terrified expression plastered across his face. "What?! No! Don't pull—I'll bleed out!"

"I can't heal you when this is still here!" I said.

He took a few seconds to himself, probably having a debate in his mind. Before he nodded frantically.

"Fine! Just do it on—" he cut himself off when a scream erupted from his throat as I pulled the shard of glass out of his leg. "Sweet bloodsucking Jesus, that fucking hurts!"

"It's better if you didn't see it coming." I said.

"Do I look better?!" He retorted.

I simply rolled my eyes before bringing my hand to my mouth, biting my palm before holding it out in front of Tony, who panicked at the sight of my blood.

"Woah! No. I'm not drinking that." He refused.

"Tony, I don't have my magic! I have to heal you."

"Well then let's just wait for daddy dearest to come out with the key!"

"You won't be alive then."

"It'll take a lot longer for me to bleed out."

"Not when I get to you first." I could feel my veins pulsing around my eyes once again. "I don't know how much longer I can control myself, Tony. Now, drink!"

He breathed heavily while watching me struggle to keep it together before he cursed under his breath and took my hand, finally drinking my blood. Looking back at his wound, I can see it closing up until there was anything but blood left.

"You okay?" I asked.

He wiped his mouth to get rid of the blood stains before replying. "I'm definitely gonna puke later."

I simply sighed deeply before standing up, helping Tony get his feet under him as well.

"Come on, we need to get to—" I couldn't help but scream when I felt my right leg break. Then another one erupted from my throat when my other leg broke as well, then my arms, then my back.

Suddenly, all I could hear was the breaking of my bones and my pain-filled screams that came with it.

"Andrea, what's happening?!" Tony exclaimed, his tone filled with fear and worry.

I lifted my head up and I looked straight at Tony. I saw my eyes glow a bright golden yellow in his deep brown eyes.

"Shit..." I heard him mutter.

My eyes then flickered to the sky. The moon was completely full...and I just took someone's life.

I've been dubbed many names in the 21 years that I've existed. But only one name will be remembered by everyone.

Hope Andrea Mikaelson, the Original Tribrid.

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This chapter might have a lot of typos. And don't you guys worry for the missing scenes like how Klaus teamed up with Tony. The rest will be revealed in Tony's POV <3