A/N: I'm sorry if the last chapter sucked bahah. I spent days writing and then deleting what I wrote so then I was like I have to get something out come on.
Also I have this thyroid problem going on so I may be a bit slower.. I hope you understand 💙 It's been so annoying. I got my blood tested earlier this summer and the doc said that my thyroid level was high just a tad, nothing to be worried about, right? And then over a month ago I went in to see why I've been so tired and my hair has been shedding like crazy so we did blood work and my thyroid levels are higher, which took a week to find out. So the doc said she'd transfer me over to an endocrinologist and it took two weeks of them not saying anything to us for my mom to call in to see what was taking so long...the person who handles the insurance. So we finally made an appointment for TWO months from now. And then I started throwing up, which I thought was because of a medicine I've been taking so I called my neurologist but noooo the neurologist thinks it's my thyroid and not my medicine. Also I'm pretty sure I'm depressed now
I can rant all day I'm sorry 😖 without further delay, let's get this show on the road
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"My father and his siblings are the first vampires in all of history, the Originals. Unlike them, I am a tribrid--one third vampire, one third witch, and one third werewolf. Three hundred years ago, they helped to build New Orleans with my mother, creating a strong kingdom in which I was born into...and then we were driven away. Now we've returned, drawn back by a coven of witches who've threatened the woman carrying my dad's child..my unborn sister."
"That baby will bring death to us all."
"My uncle Elijah dealt with them."
"No one hurts my family and lives."
"We thought Hayley would be safe."
"I am Marcel. I don't think we've met."
"Hayley's gone. Where is she?"
"What?"
"Marcel was here."
"We were wrong."
January 11, 2012
New Orleans, Louisiana
The Compound
The courtyard was alive with the chatter of the undead, who had a drink and spoke with each other. They were filled with energy, reading for the upcoming event. Marcel appeared on the balcony above them, placing his hands on the railing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night!" He announced, and the vampires cheered in excitement. "And, the first rule of Fight Night is: the vampire left standing at the end of the night is one step closer to the inner circle, and one of these" he held up his hand to reveal his daylight ring "a daylight ring. If you can impress me with a little ultra-violence, you too can enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face. All you got to do is kick a little ass. Here we go!"
Outside of the compound, Poppy stepped out of the car, her brown curls straightened that day. Klaus and Elijah followed suit, adjusting their coats. It was cold outside, and Poppy hated it, but she ignored it for the time being. With ease, she shut the door and began walking to the compound, followed by her dad and uncle.
"Damn, girl! Not bad!" She heard Marcel exclaim from the balcony.
Poppy clenched her jaw and sped to the vampire in the center of the circle the vampires had formed, snapping her neck. The room went silent, and Marcel frowned down at her as the body fell to the floor. Elijah held his hand out, and Poppy took it, stepping closer to him.
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Blood Lust ⚜ Salvatore or Mikaelson?
Fanfiction⚠️under reconstruction ⚠️ Mia was adopted by Stefan, after being found in the woods. Her father is supposedly dead. But what happens when he comes around? This is a Vampire Diaries/Original's daughter fanfiction.
