𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘
she's different

HOPE WOKE UP in the morning to a knock on her door. It was early and her head was hurting from having to get used to lights again, and a new gravity that Malivore didn't have. In the darkness, it felt as if you were walking in air and it was so dark that you could barely see five feet in from of you. So, waking up to sun pouring in through the windows, it has her barely being able to open her eyes.

It also didn't help that sometime when she was sleeping, a screeching sort of scream had her waking up with a gasp, and her ears ringing.

But, she had chosen to ignore the scream upon thinking it was some sort of ptsd from being in Malivore for however long she was.

Sighing, Hope sat up quickly, running her fingers through her hair and down her face. Looking around, she took in the room, realizing that her being in another universe was, in fact, real and she wasn't dreaming it.

"Ho — Hope?" A boy's voice called out which made her jump out of bed with a defensive stance. "I'm Scott," he stated as he stayed on the other side of the door, and he heard her let out a breath of relief. "My mom is at work, but she wanted me to wake you up. We have school in two hours."

Hope didn't say anything, and she just stayed in the same place before she heard him walk away. She bit her lip and popped her back and neck before walking towards the closet. She pulled out an outfit, not really caring what it looked like, and made her way towards her bathroom to take a shower.

IT WAS ABOUT an hour and a few minutes later when Hope slowly walked down the stairs, and she heard movement in the kitchen which had her freezing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, mentally telling herself to be brave.

As she turned the corner to go into the kitchen, she awkwardly made her way to the kitchen island, and shuffled on her feet until the boy who was making a bagel turned to her.

Upon seeing her, Scott choked on the bagel he was eating, and his eyes widened.

There she stood, in high-waited blue jeans, a black v-neck, a new set of black high-heeled boots that made her taller than she really was. Her hair was lightly curled and laying on one shoulder as the rest laid behind, flowing mid-way down her back. She wore no makeup, other than some mascara and lipgloss that Melissa had given her.

"Uh, you must be Melissa's son that she was telling me about," she awkwardly told him and smiled as he nodded his head quickly. "Did she... did she tell you about me?"

He offered her a bagel and eyed her as he smelt something a little off, but ignored it due to the night he had. "She said your name was Hope, that you're in the same grade as me, and that you don't have anyone to take care of you, so Noah called her to take you in."

Hope nodded and looked away from his puppy brown eyes. His words ringing in her head 'you don't have anyone to take care of you', it hurt more than it should at this point. But, after all, it's only been a little over a year since the death of her parents. Taking in a deep breath, she took the bagel he was offering her, and started to smear the cream on it.

"Oh!" He suddenly exclaimed and she gripped the butter knife in her hand, her jaw clenching as her first instinct was to stab. She relaxed when he laid a book-bag on the table. "My mom told me to make sure you got this. She has suddenly remembered that you needed actually needed school supplies, so she just grabbed the stuff I don't use, and gave you one of my old bags."

Hope smiled, glad that Melissa hasn't wasted anymore money on her. She grabbed the bag and flung it over her shoulder with a kind smile. "Tell her thank you."

Scott smiled. "Sure."

Suddenly, the front door opened, and Hope spun around with wide eyes as a boy with a buzz cut came running into the house, and towards them.

"Oh, my god!" He suddenly exclaimed as his eyes met her's, and he skidded to a stop, his honey brown eyes widening in shock. "You are—"

"Hope," Scott interrupted him with a slight chuckle. He then turned to Hope who rose a brow at the boy. "This is my best friend Stiles."

Hope turned to the buzzcut boy and pursed her lips as she remembered Kenya mentioning a 'Stiles' when she walked into the station. "Nice to meet you, Stiles," she said, instead of questioning his name choice. Even though it was a weird name, so was Landon and Alaric. She wasn't going to question someone's name choices. After all, her name was Hope.

"She didn't say it!" Stiles exclaimed with a huge smile on his face which confused the auburn haired girl. "You didn't say it," he muttered as he stared at her.

She rose a singular brow. "Say what?"

Scott walked around the table and towards his best friend. "How much Adderall have you had today?" Hope lowered her brow upon realizing that Stiles has ADHD.

"A lot," he said which had Hope snickering under her breath when his eyes had widened comically when he said those words.

"We should probably go now before we're late. Hope has to go to the office and give them something," Scott stated and Hope's eyes widened as she suddenly remembered that she has to go to public school. "Come on, Hope."

Hope followed after them and smiled at the sight of a blue jeep. "Is this yours?" She asked Stiles who turned to her quickly, nodding profusely. "Nice."

Scott had let her jump into the back before getting into the passenger seat. He glanced back at her when he heard her heartbeat pick up. "You good?"

Hope nodded slowly. "It's just weird," she murmured as she stared out the window, thinking back to the Salvatore School and her friends. Are they okay?

HOPE SAT ON opposite side of the room from Stiles and Scott in Chemistry, and the teacher was handing out a test. She had told him about how she wasn't here to learn anything that might be on the test, but he demanded she took the test anyway. She had growled and ended up bending one of her pencils in anger and annoyance.

Sighing, she pulled out another pencil from her book-bag, and was about to begin taking the test when she overheard Stiles and Scott's conversation. She perked up slightly and listened in, intrigued on what was so important that they were willing to talk about in class.

"All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right," Stiles said, confusing the tribrid. What was he going on about?

Scott sighed. "I know."

Stiles leaned forward into his seat more. "What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?"

Hope's eyes widened as her brain registered his words. What the hell was he talking about and who was 'she'?!

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski!" Mr. Harris, the teacher called out which rung Hope's ears and made her want to rip out his tongue. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

Hope turned to Stiles as he huffed. "Can you do that?"

Harris sighed. "Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention."

Hope growled quietly and rose a brow as she decided to speak up. "Mr. Harris, if I recall correctly, I think that was a threat? And I know there is no way the Principle would allow a teacher to threaten a student who, as we all know, is a minor. Should I go take a walk down to the Office and have a chat with him?" She crossed her arms as he glared at her.

"And you are?" He asked her, challenging her with his eyes.

She tilted her head as she kept eye contact. She is a Mikaelson, a tribrid, and she will be not be challenged by a mere mortal who was a jackass. "Hope—" She stopped herself short as she almost said her real name. "Hope McCall."

"Ah, the cousin," Harris said as he looked between Scott and Hope. "You both will be joining in detention if you say another word."

Hope scoffed and glanced over at Stiles and Scott who was looking at her in awe. She sent a small smile towards them before looking back towards her test.

If it was a year ago, she would've been hostile and nowhere near as kind to those around her, but this past year has taught her a lot, and she can't have the life her parents want of her while being a bitch. She needs to open herself up more and allow people in, and she was going to do that with Scott and Stiles because they seemed like good people so far.

Suddenly, a boy ran out of the room, holding his nose, and Hope rose a brow at his retreating figure.

LATER, AS HOPE was walking down the hall, she overheard a conversation between two girls, and she stopped and glanced over at the girl who they were talking about.

The girl had long brown hair, soft porcelain skin, and a tall, lean body. And with her brown eyes. she reminded her much of Josie Saltzman.

"Not her sister, her aunt. The one who murdered all those people," the girl with her hair up stated, glancing at the girl with long brown hair.

"You mean the crazy bitch who killed all those people??" The second girl — Harley, from what Hope heard from one of her classes — stated with a scoff.

"Yeah, the fire, all those animal attacks - it was her aunt," the other girl stated.

"Are you kidding? I sit next to her in class," Harley stated in disgust.

Growling, Hope walked towards the two girls, her heels clicking harshly on the tiled floor, she she stopped the girl's who who about to walk away. "Do you think it's cool and edgy to judge someone by their family?" She asked harshly, glaring at the girl's who scoffed at her. "No, answer me, you psychotic bitches," she spat out, blocking the girl's path again. "She is not her aunt or whoever killed those people. She is her own person, so, if you're going to talk bad about someone, you better make sure I'm not there or my first will meet your nose and it don't be pretty."

She then abruptly turned to face the girl they were talking about, but found her nowhere. She frowned and smelled her scent and followed it to a nearby classroom. Peaking in through the window to the classroom, she smiled as she saw Scott and her kissing.

Nodding to herself, she began making her way out of the school, knowing that Scott was preoccupied, and Stiles was in detention, so that meant she had to walk back to the McCall's.

But, she decided against it and decided to take a walk through the woods and get used to the town, and maybe find something that can help her contact her universe.

SADLY, HOPE HAD come across nothing that might help her with finding a way back to her homeland, but she did find a cute ice cream shop. She had used some left over money that Melissa had given her, and paid for an ice cream cone.

After she had finished it, it was nighttime, and she was walking through the woods again. It was peaceful and beautiful, so she decided to enjoy it while she could.

But, that's when she heard grunting and growls. She lowered herself to the ground and crawled to an edge of a small cliff, and looked down to see a man hanging by his wrists by a trip wire. But, the closer she looked, she saw the man's face and canines, meaning he was a werewolf. But, obviously a different kind.

She then gasped as she saw five men approach the helpless werewolf, and she growled when she saw one of them holding a sword.

She stayed quiet and watched the scene unfold before her, not knowing what to say or do when the old man walked up the werewolf who resorted back to his man features.

"No..." Hope trailed off as she saw the old man hold the sword up. But, before he could swing, Hope muttered a spell under her breath and made a horizontal line with her finger, and the trap that held the werewolf up, was cut, and he fell to the ground.

He jumped up quickly and went to run off when another man came up to him, and tasered him which made him freeze long enough for her old man to cut the bottom half of the man off with a clean cut.

"Oh, god!" Hope gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Tears came to her eyes and she tried her best to not run out in the open, and attack.

Upon hearing some rustling near the hunters, Hope glanced around with narrowed eyes, and her blue eyes widened when she spotted Scott with a man who was about twenty-five. And she watched as they ran off with inhuman speed.

"What the hell is going on here?" She asked through a panicked breath before she scrambled away from the edge, and took off running.

WHEN HOPE FINALLY made it to the house, she slowly made her way to Scott's room, and knocked on his door. When she heard no shuffling or breaths, she realized that he hadn't come back yet. So, she sat down on his bed, wanting to confront him.

She was no longer going to stand by and see someone end up dead like she had tonight. It was unlike her to not do everything she possibly can, but it was scary to be in an unknown place with unknown danger. She needed to be careful and she needed to watch who she trusted. But, she figured that Scott had to be one of the good guys. Especially with those puppy brown eyes of his.

It was about an hour or two before he came home, and he had jumped when he saw her sitting on his bed.

"We need to talk," she immediately told him, leaving no room for discussion. "I saw you tonight."

His eyes widened and he began to stutter. "I don't — I don't know what you're talking about."

"Cut the bullshit, Scott," she told him, standing up from his bed. She walked around his room, finally understanding why she smelt something off when she first had walked into the household. "I saw you tonight when that werewolf was cut in half. And I saw you with that guy, whatever the hell his name is. You both ran off with speed unlike a human's." She turned to face him to see he had began to sweat and stutter over his words. "You're a werewolf, aren't you?"

He stuttered out a response, but it didn't even sound like actual words. He then sighed and sat down on his bed, laying his face on his hands. "Yes," he whispered out and then looked up at her. "You are too, aren't you?"

She sighed and nodded, running her fingers over his desktop. "Yes. It's a long story, but I am." She then turned to him with sorrowful eyes. "You need to tell me what it going on so I can help save people. I don't want what happened tonight to that guy happen to anyone else."

Scott nodded, meeting her eyes. "I'll tell you everything you need to know."