CHAPTER 1

This is idiotic. I'm writing my thoughts, in a journal. Mr. Saltzman recommended that it would be a good way to deal with my emotions. He thinks that putting words in a book, is going to help the fact that my parents abandoned me. They dropped me off at this school when I was 7 years old, and never looked back. I hate them. I hate them, so much. They said they would come back for me. They said that they loved me.

Here I am, 15 years old and filled with rage. I blame my parents. They were Alphas, but they weren't like the other Werewolves at this school. Every culture has its legends and myths, and everyone at this school seems to be focusing on one part of the larger supernatural picture.

My father, Tyl Morrow was a pureblood descendant of Fenrir. The son of Loki and Angrboda, Fenrir was a monstrous wolf. His strength was immense, and he was deemed evil by the gods. He was feared, so the gods did what everyone does when they are fearful. They attacked, they judged, and they wrote their own story.

My mother, Sophie Dux was the Alpha of a pack known as the Necos. The Necos were a pack known for showing no mercy towards their enemies. They forced people into their pack to become the strongest pack. From what I've heard, my mother personally assimilated close to 100 packs.

This made me a certain type of freak, that Mr. Saltzman knew nothing about. Or as the other students like to say, a monster. It's funny. Even amongst a school full of monsters, I stand out above the others.

This school teaches that Werewolves were created from a cursed bloodline, and while that may be true for some. It is not true for me. I've been doing some research, into my history. My parents were said to be the epitome of evil, much like another student that has been here just as long as me.

Hope Mikaelson, the daughter of Niklaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall. The only person that knows what it is to be a child of villains. I can see that she is filled with rage. She is the only one that knows what the darkness inside feels like, perhaps we can help each other quell the darkness in one another. Or what I believe to be more likely, drown in each other's darkness.

My name is Marek Morrow, and this journal idea is idiotic.

The moon was shining in the night sky, and Marek Morrow laid in the back seat of the car with his eyes closed listening to the wind blow past through the trees. He listened as Alaric Saltzman, the headmaster of the Salvatore School and Hope Mikaelson were discussing the upcoming student. It was a werewolf by the name of Rafael, and Marek was tagging along to see if Rafael was a Descendant of Fenrir or a Necos.

Marek had been searching for clues for two years, ever since he found out his origins. Two years ago, Marek tagged along with Hope to New Orleans. Originally, he was tagging along with her because the two had become friends of some sort. However, Hope's father noticed that Marek was not a typical kind of werewolf. Klaus had told him about a clan of wolves that he had heard stories of but assumed them to be a fairy tale. That was the beginning of Marek's search for answers.

"We're here, Marek. Get ready." Alaric said to the boy in the back. Alaric turned down the street sharply and came to an abrupt stop in front of the church.

"Been ready, Ric." Marek stepped out of the car and glanced at a boy sitting on the footsteps of the church. "Looks like we got an audience."

"Landon" Hope looked at the boy as if he was a dream from long ago.

"Hope" The boy replied with a confused look, at why she was there.

"You two know each other?" Alaric asked looking at the boy.

"Long story." Hope replied.

The sounds of yelling and glass shattering could be heard from the church. It was clear that something was going in the church that needed to be stopped.

"Ric." Marek motioned to the door. "Sounds like we need to get in there."

"Yeah, I'm on it." Alaric went to the door and attempted to open it. The door was locked with chains from the inside. "Doors are locked."

"Dissera Portus!" Hope said aloud motioning her hands in the air and the doors opened wide as if they were never locked. She turned to address the boy. "You're gonna want to stay out here, Landon, trust me."

As they entered the building they could see a boy writing in pain on the ground, and an exorcist speaking in Latin holding the cross. A man and a woman stood beside the boy holding out crosses as if to hold the boy down.

"Shut down the exorcist, would you?"

"Silencio." The exorcist's mouth disappeared, and he began to show fear in his eyes. He looked up to see Hope, Alaric, and Marek approaching them. "Ad somnum." The exorcist and the couple fell to the ground unconscious.

Marek, Hope, and Alaric quickly went to work as they nailed down stakes and chains preparing the boy for his transition. The boy's bones began to crack, and he pleaded for help. He was confused, and he wanted the pain to stop. The three watched on as the boy began to shift, his ears began to change, and his teeth began to sharpen. Soon enough the boy had shifted into a black werewolf, and he growled and bared his teeth at the three. The black wolf lunged forward, and the chains shifted just enough for him to move towards Hope. Marek quickly moved in front of the girl and let out a ferocious roar. The roar echoed throughout the church shattering the glass panes and stained glass windows. The wolf turned away whimpering in fear, it was clear to the wolf that Marek was not to be toyed with. Marek looked back at Hope and smirked, the girl simply rolled her eyes at the boy.

Salvatore School, Outside the Headmaster's Office

"What's on your mind, Hope?" Marek looked at the girl inquisitively as she leaned against the wall deep in thought. The two of them had a friendship of sorts, and over the years at the Salvatore School they had relied on one another on occasion. Marek even visited New Orleans for a bit to help Hope deal with her family issues. Marek felt protective of the girl, she was the only one that he could relate to. Being the child of the villains, made people view you a certain way.

"Landon, I can't believe it's him. What are the chances that Landon Kirby shows up back in my life again? Last time I saw him, was 2 years ago when…" She stopped speaking and had a somber look appear on her face.

Marek placed his hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eyes. "I know. Time may have passed, but those wounds run deep. Eventually, they will heal."

Hope scoffed, "Maybe you should take your own advice sometime, Marek." She knew that Marek had been harboring a hatred for his parents since he was young.

Marek laughed, "I'm great at giving advice, but not at taking it. Hope, you know that no matter what happens. I got your back."

Hope smirked a little and turned away to head into Alaric's office, "Sounds like someone is getting soft."

"Not a chance, princess." Marek replied. "I'm going to check on our new wolf. I didn't get a chance to see if he was branded."

"Stay out of trouble, Marek."

"But trouble is so much fun, Hope." Marek laughed as he went off to find the Saltzman twins and Rafael.

Marek found the Saltzman twins with Rafael looking into a classroom explaining that the usual teacher had just recently had a run in with hellfire.

"Mare, you skip class again?" Josie turned to face Marek with a smile.

Of the two Saltzman twins, Josie was the one that Marek got along with. Marek only got along with three people at the Salvatore Scool; Josie, Hope, and Alaric. Marek kept to himself most of the time, and if anyone besides the three tried to get along with him usually ended up walking away bleeding.

Marek chuckled, "You going to tell the Headmaster on me, Josie?" He motioned to Rafael "I came by to check on the new wolf. You and Lizzie mind giving us a minute?"

"You going to turn him against witches?" Lizzie said with distaste in her voice. She turned to Rafael, "Marek here hates witches."

"I don't hate witches, Lizzie. I get along fine with Hope and your sister, two witches is enough for me."

Josie got in between the two of them. "Will you two stop fighting in front of the new guy?" Josie put her hands on Lizzie's shoulders and started moving her away. "You got 5 minutes, Mare. Any longer and then whatever Lizzie does is not my problem."

"Thanks, Josie. I'll make it quick." Marek turned to face Rafael, and he could see that Rafael was a little wary of him. Marek felt a little proud of that, he wanted everyone to feel wary of him. "I just want to know if you are part of my clan. Do you have scars on your back from claw marks? It would have been there all your life."

"No claw marks, I didn't even know werewolves and witches existed until a few hours ago." Rafael replied

"Alright, I just wanted to make sure." Marek began to walk away and was stopped by Rafael placing his hand on his shoulder.

"Look I don't know anything about what is happening to me. Do you mind me asking you a few questions?"

Marek grabbed Rafael's hand and began to dig his claws into Rafael's wrist. Rafael tried to pull away, but Marek's grip was too strong. "Let me make this clear. I don't care about you. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't a Necos. Be glad that you're not, or else I would have ripped out your spine." Marek released his grip and let Rafael go "Now run along, I'm sure the girls will be waiting for you. Oh, and keep quiet about this or I'll get upset. Is that clear?"

Rafael held his wrist and glared back at Marek, "Yeah, it's clear." Rafael walked away and left Marek in the hallway.

"That was a little harsh, don't you think Marek?" A voice said aloud as the sound of heels clicked against the hardwood floor. Marek's face twitched when he recognized the voice. He turned to see Mira Verati standing there with her hands on her hips. "You going to threaten me to keep quiet about this?"

"I don't need to threaten you, Mira. You do plenty of things you don't want people to know with Penelope. You'll keep quiet, like you always do. Now, if you don't mind, I would rather be anywhere else than talk to you."

Mira smirked as Marek walked away, "Just a matter of time now."

Marek leaned against the tree waiting for Hope and Alaric to finish training. Marek was deep in thought about Landon. Landon had been put away in a transition chamber until the vervain was out of his system. There was just something about the boy that rubbed Marek the wrong way. Perhaps it was because of his connection to Hope, or maybe it was something more.

Marek would protect Hope always, he made sure of that 2 years ago in New Orleans when he had a run in with the Necos. He began to think back to New Orleans, but was quickly knocked out of his trance when Hope threw a towel at his head. "I don't appreciate you throwing your sweaty towels at my head, princess." Marek threw the towel back at Hope, but she dodged it.

"You going to keep slacking off or are you going to train?" Hope said as she brought her fists up "Ric had to go take care of Lizzie, so looks like you're my punching bag now."

"Last time we trained together we were 13, and we both ended up in the infirmary for a week. You sure you want to do this?" Marek brought began to put his gloves on "Maybe we should set some ground rules. No vamping and witchcraft."

"Fine, then you're not allowed to partial shift." Hope replied "Now get ready."

"I don't need to shift to take you on, princess." Marek let out as the two began to spar.

Marek burst forward with a combination of a jab and a cross, but Hope blocked the punches with ease and began her counterattack. She attempted to sweep Marek's legs, but he had anticipated this and flipped over her and gave her a slight push in the back pushing her away. Hope quickly gained her footing and turned to face Marek who began to send a flurry of punches her way. Hope dodged the punches and saw her opening, she rushed Marek and brought him to the ground and was on top of him. He reacted and rolled her over so now he was on the top of her.

"Looks like I win, princess." Marek said with a smirk on his face. He noticed that Hope was smiling as if she won.

"Look at your hands, Marek."

Marek looked at his gloves and could see claws protruding. "Well would you look at that, looks like it's my loss this time. I'll get you next time." Marek helped Hope off the ground and noticed there was a leaf in her hair. He didn't even realize he was taking the leaf out of her hair, until Hope gave him a look. He moved his hand away, "Sorry, I don't know why I did that. Well after the beating you gave me, I'm going to lick my wounds. Later, princess."

Hope watched as Marek fled towards the dorms, and all she could think about was the boy's odd behavior. Alaric had lectured her about making more friends than just Marek. He didn't like that his two problem students got along so well. The two were friends out of necessity, being the children of villains made them feel as if only another damaged individual could understand them. She had noticed that Marek had been acting odd after New Orleans. Their friendship had grown from one born out of necessity to an actual friendship. She always wondered what caused the sudden shift, but she was dealing with her own issues. She hasn't fully finished dealing with everything.

Marek entered his room and went straight to his desk. He looked at the leather bound journal that Alaric had given to him when he was 15 years old. It was an idiotic thing for him to write in the journal, but on occasion it gave him some comfort. He picked up the journal and thought about writing inside of it. He shook his head and threw the journal inside of the trash.

"Writing in a journal won't do me any good." Marek let out and placed his head in his hands. He thought back to New Orleans and everything that went down with the Necos. He hated his pack ever since his parents abandoned him at the Salvatore School. They chose the pack over him, and he hoped they were dead.

He thought about the Vow he made in New Orleans. The Vow for Hope Mikaelson. He thought about the words that he spoke that night.

I am Marek Morrow, Descendant of Fenrir and I make this solemn vow.

I vow to protect Hope Mikaelson

I vow to live for Hope Mikaelson

I vow to kill for Hope Mikaelson

I vow to die for Hope Mikaelson

This I swear, this I vow.

He had no choice. He had to make the Vow. It was the only way to protect Hope from the Necos. Marek didn't realize it at first, but ever since the Vow his feelings for Hope had changed. The Vow connected them, and Marek didn't realize how much the Vow would change him. He had only read about the ritual in a journal about Descendants, but it changed him.

"Are these feelings real or are they because of the ritual?"

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