𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 [discontinued]

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

THE AIR WAS STALE, the burning heat of the New Orleans night pounding down on the lone girl. Her watery eyes travel over the city around her, her trembling fingers fiddling with the skirt of her dress. It was something her mother had sewn for her, the intricate design so unique that only Charlotte Mikaelson could make.

The woman was one of a kind, a true angel down to the bone. Her beautiful mahogany eyes shined even in darkness. Her soul is as pure as water and as sweet as sugar. It wasn't just her personality that was one of an angel, supernaturally too, she was known to be the first bitten Angel. She was strong, nearly immortal, which is why it was so strange that she had passed so abruptly and violently. It remained a mystery, even to the oldest family in the supernatural world.

The lone girl missed her mother, it had been a few months since she had heard the heart-wrenching words leave her aunt's lips. Even at the age of seven, she felt so much heartbreak that she didn't know how to let it out. So she did what she knew best, bottle it in.

She didn't want to go home. They wouldn't notice the lack of her presence, they never did. They had told her it was because they were busy, but as young as she may be, she wasn't stupid. She looked exactly like Charlotte, and just looking at her made them all hurt.

So she sat alone on a bench deep in the city of New Orleans, waiting for the day that Davina finally found a good place for her to run to.

...

Beacon Hills, 2011

THE MOONLIGHT PEERED THROUGH SELINE'S CURTAINS, the rays landing on her irritable face. She was exhausted, the bags under her eyes had proven it, but she couldn't sleep. The blanket made her heat up too much, and when she took it off, it grew too cold. It was getting to the point of her growing angry.

With a loud huff, she sits up, running a hand over her face. School started up again the next day, and her fucked up sleep schedule was really showing its consequences. Slipping out from the cotton sheets, she begrudgingly makes her way to the door of her room, avoiding the piles of clothes and random things on the floor.

Her hand touches the cold metal of the knob when she hears a whisper on the other side of the door. Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, she gently presses an ear against the white wood and strains her hearing. Her lips purse to a scowl when she hears the voice of Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski whispering amongst themselves. As much as she loved them, she hated when they snuck into her house and dragged her god knows where.

She steps back from the door and swings it open, Stiles and Scott freezing as she does so. Both of their lips parted as they looked at each other before looking back at her annoyed expression. Seline crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe, "I'm going to give you guys one minute to explain what you're doing here before I kick you guys out."

"Really feeling the love here," Stiles mutters with his usual sarcasm. His eyes dipped down to her pajamas which consisted of plaid cotton shorts and a gray tank top. He swallows slightly, eyes tearing up to Seline's eyes. His mouth grows dry as he sees the soft smirk tugging the corners of her lips. "Scott will tell you, right, Scott?"

Scott grins slightly at Stiles's obvious crush before looking at Seline, "if he is dragging me to do this, you're coming too."

"And what exactly is 'this'?"

"We'll tell you in the car."

"Lovely."

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