𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓
you have unresolved personal trauma

HOPE SAT IN the living room of the McCall household, and she was looking between Scott and Stiles with hesitant eyes. Things were moving too fast and even though they didn't know each other long, she felt like they deserved to know the truth about her. After all, it looked like she was stuck there.

Everything was suddenly hitting her like a brick. She had sacrificed herself and jumped into a black pit for however long it was with her enemy who she had actually gotten close to. She was the teleported to another universe, and everyone back home probably doesn't even remember her, and probably has moved on without her. That last thought is what made her eyes water. All this was happening and she still hasn't had any time to come to terms with her parents deaths.

"What was that back there?!" Scott exclaimed in shock as he and Stiles looked at the girl in front of them with suspicion and fear. Her abilities were unknown and it freaked them out.

"I wish I saw it," Stiles said with an excited smile, his eyes lighting up at the thought of something out of Marvel. "Are you like the Scarlett Witch?"

Hope couldn't help but chuckle lightly when she was reminded of MG, one of her vampire best friends. She bit her lip before exhaling. "Not exactly... but I am a witch."

"But... you're a werewolf," Scott said with furrowed brows.

"So, are you like a Werewitch?!" Stiles exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat which made Scott nudge him with narrowed eyes.

Hope couldn't help but smile at him before shaking her head. "Actually... I am what you would call a tribrid."

"And what exactly is that?" Scott asked as he leaned forward, laying his elbows on his knees. "I just want to make sure you aren't a threat. We already have enough going on and—"

Hope shook her head, stopping him from continuing. "Scott, I understand. And I would never hurt anyone here. I am a friend and I promise that no matter what... if you hate me or not, I will fight for this town. And as for what I am... well, I'm part werewolf and witch. But, I also am an untriggered vampire."

"Vampire?!" Stiles screeched with wide eyes, and he ran his hand through his buzzcut. "They're real?!"

Hope cringed. "I don't think so... not here anyway."

"What do you mean?"

Hope sighed and bit her lip, trying to figure out her words. "Okay... I know you guys don't know or trust me, and I might sound crazy, but trust me on this one thing. Please." She pleaded them with her eyes, swallowing thickly. "I um... I am not from around here. Or anywhere around here, actually. I am from another universe in a town called Mystic Falls."

"Another universe?" Stiles asked, his mouth falling open. "Am I dreaming? I feel like I'm dreaming. I have wanted something like this to happen since I was like six! Oh, my god, you are fulfilling my dreams!" He then frowned. "Wait... is this real?"

Hope shuddered slightly when she realized she had no clue how to tell them everything. "I don't know, honestly. All I know is that I sacrificed myself and jumped into this pit called Malivore, and I was there for a while, I don't know for how long, and then it spit me out in the woods here. The only way I knew I was in another world was when your father searched up my name and town. When nothing popped up, I was scared." She pursed her lips, trying to not break down. "I... I then did a locator spell, trying to find my family and found nothing. And the same thing happened when I tried to find Malivore. Nothing!" When she realized she shouted, she looked down, biting her lip. "I can't answer most of your questions because I don't know the answers. Sorry."

Scott nodded, staring at her with sad eyes. "Can you at least tell us who you really are, then?"

Hope tilted her head. "I didn't lie about who I was, I just withheld some information. But, I don't go by Hope Marshall like I told your father," she glanced to Stiles as she spoke. "My name is Hope Mikaelson."

"If you knew you were in a different world or whatever, then why did you lie about your last name?" Stiles asked with furrowed brows, trying to understand her and her motives — if she had any, that is.

Hope sighed. "I wanted to be careful just in case there was anyone who might know the last name Mikaelson. I don't know. I've just been used to hiding my real name for years because of what the name meant for many people."

"And what exactly is that?"

The tribrid took in a shaky breath. "My father... he wasn't exactly a loved person. He did a lot of terrible things on his lifetime, and when people hear the name 'Mikaelson' they either quake in fear or decide to strike. My family figured I should use my mother's last name."

"Your father was evil?" Scott asked, sitting up straight.

Hope bottom lip trembled and she closed her eyes for a second, trying to contain her emotions. "A long time ago, yes." She let out a breath, and the boys in front of her could tell she was close to breaking down. "My father was... an Original."

"Original? What does that mean?" Stiles asked, pinching his eyebrows together. He took a mental note of everything she was telling him so that he can write it all down later. He also noted the way she said 'was', and his heart ached for her because he knew what it meant.

"The first ever vampire," she informed them. "My grandmother took matters into her hands when her youngest was killed by Werewolves, and turned her children into the very first vampires."

"How was she able to do that?" Scott asked, his head tilted like a puppy.

Hope smiled lightly at that. "She was a witch, the Original witch. She was powerful enough to turn her children into vampires. And that was over a thousand years ago."

"A thousand?!" Stiles yelped, his eyes wide, and his heart pounding against his chest.

"Yes," Hope gently told him, holding back a chuckle at his reaction.

"And your mother?" Scott asked as he tried to get past the fact that her father was over a thousand years old.

Hope swallowed thickly and Scott heard her heart pick up. "She was a werewolf alpha."

"Alpha?!" Scott exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. "Your mother is an alpha?"

Stiles watched Hope with gentle eyes when he realized she said 'was' again. And when a tear skidded down her cheek, all he wanted to do was wipe away her tear and tell her everything was going to be alright. But, he couldn't even if he understood her pain.

The auburn haired girl quickly wiped away her tear and looked up through her thick eyelashes at Scott. "Yes... she was. But, not the kind of alpha you're thinking about. No red eyes. Our wolves look exactly the same."

"And... and your father was a vampire?" Stiles stuttered out, surprised by all of this news. "And your mother was a werewolf? Wow! Talk about opposites attract."

Hope shook her head. "They were only a one night stand. I wasn't ever suppose to happen or exist," she told them, her voice cracking, and she could feel her walls begin to crumble one by one as she recalled her parents. "My mother actually fell in love with my uncle."

"Damn... alright," Stiles breathed out before shaking his head. "Wait. In every lore I read or watched, vampires can't procreate."

She nodded along with his words. "They aren't. But, my father was special. Not only was he part vampire, he was also part werewolf by an affair his mother had with a werewolf. And when she changed them into vampires, and he had his first kill, she locked his werewolf side away. But, a thousand year later, he broke the curse, and then he slept with my mother."

"Oh..." Scott breathed out as he sat back down. "I don't even know what to say right now."

Hope entwined her hands and licked her lips. "My life is screwed up, I know, but trust me, I am not here with any agenda. I'm just a girl who's lost in a world she knows nothing about, alone."

"You are not alone," Scott told her gently before he went over to her, and sat down beside her. "You have us now." He laid his hand over hers with a kind smile.

The tribrid looked up at him through her eyelashes, trying to smile, but it came out as a wince. "You mean that?"

Stiles was the one that spoke up next, feeling his eye twitch when he saw that Scott's hand was still overs her's, for some reason. "Of course."

That's when Hope broke and she let out a small cry, bringing her hands up to her face. "I don't deserve this," she sobbed out, her shoulders shaking.

"Hey..." Stiles whispered as he was now crouching in front of her. "I know you're scared and you're in a different world, but—" He laid his hand on her knee, gaining her attention. And when we tearful blue eyes met his, he swallowed thickly before continuing, "you have Scott and I now. We will help you out. And hey, if you want us to, we will try to help you find a way back to your home."

She gulped and didn't look away from his caramel eyes. "You will?"

He nodded with a small smile. "Of course. What are friends for?"

Her lips trembled before she sucked in a breath, and nodded. "I am lucky to have ended up in this place."

Scott nodded with a smile on his face, as well. "You are."

And that's when the front door opened, and Melissa walked in with wide eyes when he saw them together. He then noticed the tears on Hope's cheek, and quickly ran over. "What happened?! Are you okay?"

Hope nodded and smiled at her worry, glancing to Scott and Stiles. "Yeah... I'm alright."