Strongest Mikaelson

Hope got all quiet as she took a drink of her water. She didn't really want to talk about that. Mostly because it was her fault everyone died. Tears pooled in her soft blue eyes and she suddenly felt extremely tired. "Belle? I'm tired..... Can we go?" She felt like bursting into tears and she felt like everyone was staring at her. It was a bit overwhelming.

Belle went over to her and gave her a hug. “Alright, it’s alright. I’ll just get our food to go. Are you ready?”

The hug was nice and Hope leaned into it as she cried. A few moments later she nodded. "Y-Yeah.... I'm ready."

Belle placed her hand on Hope’s arm, got their takeout bag and left with her. “Anywhere specific you want to go or just back to the library?”

"Mm' tired." Hope mumbled as she tripped over her own feet. Exhaustion had hit her suddenly and she could barely keep her eyes open. "Wanna sleep...."

Hope got all quiet as she took a drink of her water. She didn't really want to talk about that. Mostly because it was her fault everyone died. Tears pooled in her soft blue eyes and she suddenly felt extremely tired. "Belle? I'm tired..... Can we go?" She felt like bursting into tears and she felt like everyone was staring at her. It was a bit overwhelming.

Belle went over to her and gave her a hug. “Alright, it’s alright. I’ll just get our food to go. Are you ready?”

The hug was nice and Hope leaned into it as she cried. A few moments later she nodded. "Y-Yeah.... I'm ready."

Hope got all quiet as she took a drink of her water. She didn't really want to talk about that. Mostly because it was her fault everyone died. Tears pooled in her soft blue eyes and she suddenly felt extremely tired. "Belle? I'm tired..... Can we go?" She felt like bursting into tears and she felt like everyone was staring at her. It was a bit overwhelming.

“Absolutely. Also I’ll introduce you to, we’ll everyone I know in town. It’s kind of the town hangout.” Belle told her with a smile.

"Oh? Are there any other kids?" Hope hadn't really gotten to hang out with kids her own age. She hopped off the couch still eying Rumple with wariness.

Hope stuck close to Belle and held her hand. "I'm ready." She was excited to meet Belle's friends. "Are your friends nice?"

Belle happily held her hand and waved to Rumple. “They are incredibly nice.” Belle told her. “Well there is one who is a little rough around the edges but he means well.” She led her outside and along the street. She pointed out the school and playground and the diner going forward.

Seeing the playground made Hope smile. Being special all of the time was hard for a kid. Playing with kids her own age was something Hope desired greatly. Even just going to school and doing homework sounded so blissfully normal. For now though the little girl was looking forward to yummy food and meeting some new friends.

Belle led her to the diner where multiple people looked up and said hi. “Would you like a table or a booth?”

Hope got a but shy at so many people but waved back a little bit. "A booth!" She observed everyone as they walked to an open booth.

"Hi! I'm Hope!" She smiled up at Ruby. Belle's question had the small red headed girl deep in thought for a few moments. "I like hot dogs and Mac n cheese!"

Hope frowned a bit as she took away the bun from her hot dog. "Belle? Can I have the hot dog in some Mac n cheese? It's better that way." She'd thought she'd been clear but sometimes grown ups didn't get what she was saying. Hope didn't want to complain but she felt the need to clear up the mix up with her new friend Belle.

Hope hadn't noticed the boy until he spoke up. She smiled and took a drink of her water. "Hi Henry! I'm from New Orleans." She noticed Regina and also that she looked kinda scary. So she instead looked over at Henry book. "What's that book you're reading Henry?"

“This book has the story of everyone in this town. I was trying to see if you or your family were in here. How did you get past the border?” Henry asked curiously as Regina was talking to Emma, Snow, and the others. Something was going on they didn’t want the children to know about.

"Border?" Hope frowned as she tucked into her dinner. "I dunno. I'm special. Maybe that's it? I wasn't supposed to even be born. My family called me a loophole. Whatever that is....." Sorrow crept into her voice and her expression. She missed her family. They all were dead and she was alone.

“Like you were carved from wood or something?” Henry asked. “Henry.” Regina told him as she overheard somewhat. “I’m sorry. Here look.” Henry said handing her the book. “Everyone in this town. Their stories are in here.”

"I don't think so...." Hope smiled a bit as she ate her food. "I'm a witch. My dad was a hybrid. Half wolf and half vampire. My mom was a wolf but became a hybrid when I was born. Apparently that makes me special." The book was interesting. Every fairy tale character was in it.

“Absolutely. Also I’ll introduce you to, we’ll everyone I know in town. It’s kind of the town hangout.” Belle told her with a smile.

"Oh? Are there any other kids?" Hope hadn't really gotten to hang out with kids her own age. She hopped off the couch still eying Rumple with wariness.

Hope stuck close to Belle and held her hand. "I'm ready." She was excited to meet Belle's friends. "Are your friends nice?"

Belle happily held her hand and waved to Rumple. “They are incredibly nice.” Belle told her. “Well there is one who is a little rough around the edges but he means well.” She led her outside and along the street. She pointed out the school and playground and the diner going forward.

Seeing the playground made Hope smile. Being special all of the time was hard for a kid. Playing with kids her own age was something Hope desired greatly. Even just going to school and doing homework sounded so blissfully normal. For now though the little girl was looking forward to yummy food and meeting some new friends.

Belle led her to the diner where multiple people looked up and said hi. “Would you like a table or a booth?”

Hope got a but shy at so many people but waved back a little bit. "A booth!" She observed everyone as they walked to an open booth.

"Hi! I'm Hope!" She smiled up at Ruby. Belle's question had the small red headed girl deep in thought for a few moments. "I like hot dogs and Mac n cheese!"

Hope frowned a bit as she took away the bun from her hot dog. "Belle? Can I have the hot dog in some Mac n cheese? It's better that way." She'd thought she'd been clear but sometimes grown ups didn't get what she was saying. Hope didn't want to complain but she felt the need to clear up the mix up with her new friend Belle.

Hope hadn't noticed the boy until he spoke up. She smiled and took a drink of her water. "Hi Henry! I'm from New Orleans." She noticed Regina and also that she looked kinda scary. So she instead looked over at Henry book. "What's that book you're reading Henry?"

“This book has the story of everyone in this town. I was trying to see if you or your family were in here. How did you get past the border?” Henry asked curiously as Regina was talking to Emma, Snow, and the others. Something was going on they didn’t want the children to know about.

"Border?" Hope frowned as she tucked into her dinner. "I dunno. I'm special. Maybe that's it? I wasn't supposed to even be born. My family called me a loophole. Whatever that is....." Sorrow crept into her voice and her expression. She missed her family. They all were dead and she was alone.

“Absolutely. Also I’ll introduce you to, we’ll everyone I know in town. It’s kind of the town hangout.” Belle told her with a smile.

"Oh? Are there any other kids?" Hope hadn't really gotten to hang out with kids her own age. She hopped off the couch still eying Rumple with wariness.

Hope stuck close to Belle and held her hand. "I'm ready." She was excited to meet Belle's friends. "Are your friends nice?"

Belle happily held her hand and waved to Rumple. “They are incredibly nice.” Belle told her. “Well there is one who is a little rough around the edges but he means well.” She led her outside and along the street. She pointed out the school and playground and the diner going forward.

Seeing the playground made Hope smile. Being special all of the time was hard for a kid. Playing with kids her own age was something Hope desired greatly. Even just going to school and doing homework sounded so blissfully normal. For now though the little girl was looking forward to yummy food and meeting some new friends.

Belle led her to the diner where multiple people looked up and said hi. “Would you like a table or a booth?”

Hope got a but shy at so many people but waved back a little bit. "A booth!" She observed everyone as they walked to an open booth.

"Hi! I'm Hope!" She smiled up at Ruby. Belle's question had the small red headed girl deep in thought for a few moments. "I like hot dogs and Mac n cheese!"

Hope frowned a bit as she took away the bun from her hot dog. "Belle? Can I have the hot dog in some Mac n cheese? It's better that way." She'd thought she'd been clear but sometimes grown ups didn't get what she was saying. Hope didn't want to complain but she felt the need to clear up the mix up with her new friend Belle.

Hope hadn't noticed the boy until he spoke up. She smiled and took a drink of her water. "Hi Henry! I'm from New Orleans." She noticed Regina and also that she looked kinda scary. So she instead looked over at Henry book. "What's that book you're reading Henry?"

“Absolutely. Also I’ll introduce you to, we’ll everyone I know in town. It’s kind of the town hangout.” Belle told her with a smile.

"Oh? Are there any other kids?" Hope hadn't really gotten to hang out with kids her own age. She hopped off the couch still eying Rumple with wariness.

Hope stuck close to Belle and held her hand. "I'm ready." She was excited to meet Belle's friends. "Are your friends nice?"

Belle happily held her hand and waved to Rumple. “They are incredibly nice.” Belle told her. “Well there is one who is a little rough around the edges but he means well.” She led her outside and along the street. She pointed out the school and playground and the diner going forward.

Seeing the playground made Hope smile. Being special all of the time was hard for a kid. Playing with kids her own age was something Hope desired greatly. Even just going to school and doing homework sounded so blissfully normal. For now though the little girl was looking forward to yummy food and meeting some new friends.

Belle led her to the diner where multiple people looked up and said hi. “Would you like a table or a booth?”

Hope got a but shy at so many people but waved back a little bit. "A booth!" She observed everyone as they walked to an open booth.

"Hi! I'm Hope!" She smiled up at Ruby. Belle's question had the small red headed girl deep in thought for a few moments. "I like hot dogs and Mac n cheese!"

Hope frowned a bit as she took away the bun from her hot dog. "Belle? Can I have the hot dog in some Mac n cheese? It's better that way." She'd thought she'd been clear but sometimes grown ups didn't get what she was saying. Hope didn't want to complain but she felt the need to clear up the mix up with her new friend Belle.

“Absolutely. Also I’ll introduce you to, we’ll everyone I know in town. It’s kind of the town hangout.” Belle told her with a smile.

"Oh? Are there any other kids?" Hope hadn't really gotten to hang out with kids her own age. She hopped off the couch still eying Rumple with wariness.

Hope stuck close to Belle and held her hand. "I'm ready." She was excited to meet Belle's friends. "Are your friends nice?"

Belle happily held her hand and waved to Rumple. “They are incredibly nice.” Belle told her. “Well there is one who is a little rough around the edges but he means well.” She led her outside and along the street. She pointed out the school and playground and the diner going forward.

Seeing the playground made Hope smile. Being special all of the time was hard for a kid. Playing with kids her own age was something Hope desired greatly. Even just going to school and doing homework sounded so blissfully normal. For now though the little girl was looking forward to yummy food and meeting some new friends.

Belle led her to the diner where multiple people looked up and said hi. “Would you like a table or a booth?”

Hope got a but shy at so many people but waved back a little bit. "A booth!" She observed everyone as they walked to an open booth.

"Hi! I'm Hope!" She smiled up at Ruby. Belle's question had the small red headed girl deep in thought for a few moments. "I like hot dogs and Mac n cheese!"

“Absolutely. Also I’ll introduce you to, we’ll everyone I know in town. It’s kind of the town hangout.” Belle told her with a smile.

"Oh? Are there any other kids?" Hope hadn't really gotten to hang out with kids her own age. She hopped off the couch still eying Rumple with wariness.

Hope stuck close to Belle and held her hand. "I'm ready." She was excited to meet Belle's friends. "Are your friends nice?"

Belle happily held her hand and waved to Rumple. “They are incredibly nice.” Belle told her. “Well there is one who is a little rough around the edges but he means well.” She led her outside and along the street. She pointed out the school and playground and the diner going forward.

Seeing the playground made Hope smile. Being special all of the time was hard for a kid. Playing with kids her own age was something Hope desired greatly. Even just going to school and doing homework sounded so blissfully normal. For now though the little girl was looking forward to yummy food and meeting some new friends.

Belle led her to the diner where multiple people looked up and said hi. “Would you like a table or a booth?”

Hope got a but shy at so many people but waved back a little bit. "A booth!" She observed everyone as they walked to an open booth.

“Absolutely. Also I’ll introduce you to, we’ll everyone I know in town. It’s kind of the town hangout.” Belle told her with a smile.

"Oh? Are there any other kids?" Hope hadn't really gotten to hang out with kids her own age. She hopped off the couch still eying Rumple with wariness.

Hope stuck close to Belle and held her hand. "I'm ready." She was excited to meet Belle's friends. "Are your friends nice?"

Belle happily held her hand and waved to Rumple. “They are incredibly nice.” Belle told her. “Well there is one who is a little rough around the edges but he means well.” She led her outside and along the street. She pointed out the school and playground and the diner going forward.

Seeing the playground made Hope smile. Being special all of the time was hard for a kid. Playing with kids her own age was something Hope desired greatly. Even just going to school and doing homework sounded so blissfully normal. For now though the little girl was looking forward to yummy food and meeting some new friends.

“Absolutely. Also I’ll introduce you to, we’ll everyone I know in town. It’s kind of the town hangout.” Belle told her with a smile.

"Oh? Are there any other kids?" Hope hadn't really gotten to hang out with kids her own age. She hopped off the couch still eying Rumple with wariness.

Hope stuck close to Belle and held her hand. "I'm ready." She was excited to meet Belle's friends. "Are your friends nice?"

“Absolutely. Also I’ll introduce you to, we’ll everyone I know in town. It’s kind of the town hangout.” Belle told her with a smile.

"Oh? Are there any other kids?" Hope hadn't really gotten to hang out with kids her own age. She hopped off the couch still eying Rumple with wariness.

Belle noticed the little girl and noticed what she chose. A bit more advanced then so many that had wandered inside. “Good choice. I like the page that mentions speed reading myself.” She told her. She wondered who the child’s parents were and if they were new here.

Hope was startled and almost used her magic in defense of herself. Though the woman seemed to mean her no harm. She returned her magic dampening bracelet to her wrist and smiled at Belle. "I did enjoy thay part. Though your library seems to be lacking in books on magic and stuff like that. This book is pretty interesting." Her parents are long dead. Most of her family is gone. Killed by their enemies. She'd fled for her life and ended up in Storybrook.

“We actually have quite a few magic tomes and such. They are just in a safe place.” Belle told her. She knew of the magic in this town. “I hope you don’t mind my asking and you don’t have to answer but where are you from?”

"New Orleans, miss." Hope answered as she flipped through more pages of the book. "Do you know where I ended up? I don't know why I'm here.... besides running away from the bad ones who want me dead...." That was only one reason as to why she had found this quaint town. There was powerful magic somewhere in town and it called to her.

“New Orleans. That sounds like quite a long journey. You are in Storybrooke, Maine. Why did the bad ones say they were chasing you? I’ll make sure you are safe here.” Belle told her, kneeling next to the girl.

Belle smiled. “Well then luckily for you I have worked with many powerful witches and wizards before.” She told her with a smile. “My name is Belle, I’m the local librarian here. What’s yours?”

Hope sat up straight with her chest puffed out a bit. She was her father's daughter be sure. "Hope Mikaelson. Nice to meet you miss."

“Nice to meet you Hope. Let me know if ever you want to see any of those tomes. I might be able to work something out.” Belle told her. She then paused. “Are your parents here with you?” She asked with concern, not seeing anyone else in the library.

"Mommy amd Daddy are dead...." Hope stated as she gazed off into the shadows. "Miss? Why is that man watching me?" She pointed at a shadow where Rumple was lurking and watching her.

Hope giggled at Belle's annoyance at Rumple amd set the book aside. "I can stay?! Thank you miss Belle!" The young girl hopped off the couch and ran to hug Belle's waist tightly.

Hope shrugged and stayed close to Belle. "May I answer later. I'm hungry and tired." At the end of the day Hopw was still just a little girl. With a bit of time and patience Rumple could earn her trust.

Belle nodded, “Absolutely. You ever been to Granny’s Diner?”

Hope shook her head. "Is the food good there? Do they have beignets?" Those were a favourite of hers.

“They might, Granny is full of surprises.” Belle told her with a smile. “Once when I was feeling low she made me pancakes.”

That made Hope brighten up a bit. "Can we go there now? I'm hungry." As if to drive home Hope's point her stomach made a noise.

Belle noticed the little girl and noticed what she chose. A bit more advanced then so many that had wandered inside. “Good choice. I like the page that mentions speed reading myself.” She told her. She wondered who the child’s parents were and if they were new here.

Hope was startled and almost used her magic in defense of herself. Though the woman seemed to mean her no harm. She returned her magic dampening bracelet to her wrist and smiled at Belle. "I did enjoy thay part. Though your library seems to be lacking in books on magic and stuff like that. This book is pretty interesting." Her parents are long dead. Most of her family is gone. Killed by their enemies. She'd fled for her life and ended up in Storybrook.

“We actually have quite a few magic tomes and such. They are just in a safe place.” Belle told her. She knew of the magic in this town. “I hope you don’t mind my asking and you don’t have to answer but where are you from?”

"New Orleans, miss." Hope answered as she flipped through more pages of the book. "Do you know where I ended up? I don't know why I'm here.... besides running away from the bad ones who want me dead...." That was only one reason as to why she had found this quaint town. There was powerful magic somewhere in town and it called to her.

“New Orleans. That sounds like quite a long journey. You are in Storybrooke, Maine. Why did the bad ones say they were chasing you? I’ll make sure you are safe here.” Belle told her, kneeling next to the girl.

Belle smiled. “Well then luckily for you I have worked with many powerful witches and wizards before.” She told her with a smile. “My name is Belle, I’m the local librarian here. What’s yours?”

Hope sat up straight with her chest puffed out a bit. She was her father's daughter be sure. "Hope Mikaelson. Nice to meet you miss."

“Nice to meet you Hope. Let me know if ever you want to see any of those tomes. I might be able to work something out.” Belle told her. She then paused. “Are your parents here with you?” She asked with concern, not seeing anyone else in the library.

"Mommy amd Daddy are dead...." Hope stated as she gazed off into the shadows. "Miss? Why is that man watching me?" She pointed at a shadow where Rumple was lurking and watching her.

Hope giggled at Belle's annoyance at Rumple amd set the book aside. "I can stay?! Thank you miss Belle!" The young girl hopped off the couch and ran to hug Belle's waist tightly.

Hope shrugged and stayed close to Belle. "May I answer later. I'm hungry and tired." At the end of the day Hopw was still just a little girl. With a bit of time and patience Rumple could earn her trust.

Belle nodded, “Absolutely. You ever been to Granny’s Diner?”

Hope shook her head. "Is the food good there? Do they have beignets?" Those were a favourite of hers.

Freya had become some kind if leader in New Orleans after all the mess her brothers left in the city, which she had to fix. Sometimes though, she still missed them. Every one if them. Even Fink and Elijah. She sighed thinking about the one she had a soft spot, Niklaus. Thinking about him always made her sad. She gathered her things fast. She wanted to get out of the cemetery. This place smelt just too much like memories. She pulled the dufflebag on her shoulder and turned her eyes to her cell phone for distraction as she passed by the stones with familiar names on them. Maybe her dear wife would be up to having take out tonight.

Hope had wandered the city looking for her aunt. Finally she just went back to the abattoir to wait in the courtyard. She grew very hungry and soon fell asleep on a couch.

It took time for Freya to lead herself home. It took her while to call this place home after everything but Keelin made it home. After all wasn't home people not a place. Keelin was home and wherever she was, thatcplace was home. Still it was not understandable that Keelin wanted to be in this goddamn place still. In sime kind of twisted way, she knew it was for her and to honour the memory of the family she had lost agaun and again. Still it wasn't precisely mentioned. She pushed the wooden door and sensed it. Keelin always made fun of her about her spider senses. Freya always rolled her eyes to that. Still she could sense the power in every fiber of her being. She dropped the duffle bag and took a lool around. "You chose the wrong witch to sneak up on..." She called out walking slowly to the sourse of power at least until her eyes landed on the familiar... Too familiar little body on the couch. Like a ghost from the past... There laid her niece. "Hope?" She whsipered gently her lips curling upwarda.

With a soft yawn Hope woke up to her Aunt Freya standing over her. Relief flooded her face and she practically leapt up to hug her. "Auntie Freya! You're back! I waited for so long!" Soon tears flooded her eyes and she sobbed into her aunt's shirt. "I-I messed up Auntie Freya.... Real bad....."

“Yes. You see, I am not limited to simply drinking the blood of the living as other vampires are.”

"Oh? So that's why you seemed to want to drink from me? Interesting...."

"I see." Hope had mixed feelings about letting him bite her. "It's probably not a good idea. My dad will kill you if you lay so much as a finger on me."

Not even for, say, a fair trade?" he said taking out a dagger.

"So.....a deal?" Hope smirked. She'd learned to negotiate from her uncle. "Well you'd better be prepared. I learned negotiating from the best there is..... my uncle Elijah."

“It’s really quite simple,” he said as he drew blood from his arm. “I get your blood, and you get mine.”

Hope considered this for a moment. "I don't usually drink from other vampires. I prefer warm bloods."

“Don’t knock it until you try it, my dear. A thousand years of being undead, I have learned to favor just about every sort of blood there is. Besides, how many vampires can claim they’ve tasted the blood of Dracula?”

Many other vampires probably would be fingerling so hard right now. Not Hope. She was a bitch through and through. She'd just chuckle at his words before taking a moment to think. "You know what? I'm curious. Sure. Let's do it." She could just knock Dracula out if he tried any funny business.

He poured his blood into a chalice, and gave it to her to drink.

She took the chalice and emptied it. It was surprising how rich and flavourful his blood tasted. It had her blinking in surprise as she regarded him in a new light. "Yummy." She murmured and bit into her owm wrist and held it over the same chalice(after cleaning it with magic). After a few moments she pulled away her wrist and held out the chalice to Dracula.

"Hey! My blood is in the cup!" She swatted him back a bit and held her arm to her chest. "You do t get to drink directly from me!"

Hope nodded as Dracula changed and everything. "Yep. You're basically getting three supes in one. I shouldn't exist. I'm a loophole."

“Yes. You see, I am not limited to simply drinking the blood of the living as other vampires are.”

"Oh? So that's why you seemed to want to drink from me? Interesting...."

"I see." Hope had mixed feelings about letting him bite her. "It's probably not a good idea. My dad will kill you if you lay so much as a finger on me."

Not even for, say, a fair trade?" he said taking out a dagger.

"So.....a deal?" Hope smirked. She'd learned to negotiate from her uncle. "Well you'd better be prepared. I learned negotiating from the best there is..... my uncle Elijah."

“It’s really quite simple,” he said as he drew blood from his arm. “I get your blood, and you get mine.”

Hope considered this for a moment. "I don't usually drink from other vampires. I prefer warm bloods."

“Don’t knock it until you try it, my dear. A thousand years of being undead, I have learned to favor just about every sort of blood there is. Besides, how many vampires can claim they’ve tasted the blood of Dracula?”

Many other vampires probably would be fingerling so hard right now. Not Hope. She was a bitch through and through. She'd just chuckle at his words before taking a moment to think. "You know what? I'm curious. Sure. Let's do it." She could just knock Dracula out if he tried any funny business.

He poured his blood into a chalice, and gave it to her to drink.

She took the chalice and emptied it. It was surprising how rich and flavourful his blood tasted. It had her blinking in surprise as she regarded him in a new light. "Yummy." She murmured and bit into her owm wrist and held it over the same chalice(after cleaning it with magic). After a few moments she pulled away her wrist and held out the chalice to Dracula.

"Hey! My blood is in the cup!" She swatted him back a bit and held her arm to her chest. "You do t get to drink directly from me!"