Who: Hayley Marshall and Hope Mikaelson What: a brief synopsis of events to follow Where: where this takes place Warnings: TBA for now The last time that Hayley saw her daughter she had just told her to look away. It seemed she had showed in here before the spell was completed because she was still a hybrid. The wounds on her hands and feet had healed as soon as she was away from the stone and the witch.
She was worried sick but she wouldn't want her daughter in this place. She was alive, unlike most of their family. That meant she would be in danger.
That didn't mean she wasn't happy to see that beautiful face on the network. Even the words she said wasn't enough to change that. No matter what had happened it would never stop Hope from being her daughter and the most important person in her life.
As soon as she found out that Hope wasn't in the prison she knew that she had to find her. Witch or not, part vampire or not. She wasn't letting those zombies near her. She would rip every single one of their heads off if she had to. She sped through the trees until she saw the shape of her daughter.
"Hope?!" she yelled before running up to the girl.