Reborn
The next morning I woke up in his bed and before I could leave, he gave me my best chance at finding my family. The birthmark on my right shoulder, he recognised as the mark of royalty in a werewolf pack call the crescents which makes sense as it’s the shape of a crescent moon. The crescent wolves lived in New Orleans so that’s where I went next and found myself in the french quarter of New Orleans and that’s when my search got a bit side tracked.
Most of you will know my story and what went on in New Orleans, that I was kidnapped by a coven of witches in an attempt to get klaus to help them because I was carrying his child but there is a lot more you still don’t know. Like I’ve said before I’m a witch and a pretty good one if I do say so myself, so when I approached the witches I masked my powers so not to make them feel threatened but little did I know that wasn’t the only think I was masking.
Hope isn’t mine and klaus’ only daughter in fact hope is a triplet but we hid them from everyone. People already felt threatened with the possibility of a hybrid baby let alone three so when we found out we agreed to keep it quite even from Elijah and Rebekah. It wasn’t too hard, a simple glamour fooled most people and a protection spell under that handled everyone else, but mostly the vamps with their super hearing. I wanted to tell Elijah and Rebekah but especially Elijah. I loved Elijah but I guess it just wasn’t meant to last, he never really understood the real me and how I had to help the pack and I couldn’t stay with someone like that. I loved Jackson too but I always came back to Klaus he was the only constant in my life until I had the girls.
Like the story goes Genevieve subdued me causing a placental abruption, which then made me go into preterm labour in saint Anne’s church. I delivered Hope and when I got to hold her Monique Deveraux sliced my throat, when they thought I was dead they left for the city of the dead. Klaus and Elijah also thought I was dead because when klaus came around I was still unconscious. So in a fit of panic he cut the other two girls out of me, to Elijah’s surprise, and hid them in the recently unoccupied attic of the church while they went to save hope. What they didn’t know was that because the babies’ blood still ran through my veins I wasn’t dead, so moments after they left I awoke with pain in my neck and stomach finding to my own astonishment that both wounds had healed. I quickly checked on the other two babies before following closely behind Klaus and Elijah in attempts to save Hope.
It was in the city of the dead that we saved hope with the help of Marcel and killed the three witches responsible for her kidnapping, I personally took joy in finishing off Genevieve, but that’s not the end. People would never stopping trying to kill them unless we convinced them that they were already dead so when night fell we turned to the only person we could trust, Rebekah. The hardest thing a mother can do is give away her children, but it was the only thing that would keep them safe.
So Rebekah promised to protect our girls so that one day we could be reunited with Hope Andrea, Maria Hermione and Rebekah Thalia.