Asena Mikaelson
Killed by Genevieve
Driven away from her family
Brought back by Esther
Two months after the hybrid was killed by the red headed witch, she walks through the streets of New Orleans, happy?
She becomes closer with the person she lo...
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2 months
I've been back for two months. For two months I haven't seen my brothers For two months I was forced to stay by my mother's side For two months I've been powerless.....but at least one good thing came out of this
"Alice!" I feel a smile spread across my lips at the sweet familiar voice, the only reason I'm still staying put, the only reason I would ever leave my family's side
"Hi Davina" I smile as I start walking next to her, her smile bright which saddens me a little but I can see a little but of sadness behind those beautiful blue eyes
~two months ago~
My lungs suddenly fill with air, my blood starts flowing again and my heart starts to beat, it's loud like an African drum being played, so loud that it startles me as my eyes start to open.
"It seems your final spellworked mother" I hear the faint voice say from above me. My eyesight still weak I can only make out two or three figures
"Did you ever doubt me, Finn?"
My eyes widen and as if a shock wave flows through me I suddenly sit up straight, my muscles feeling line their on fire, mythought as dry as a desert. I can hear faint warnings but the flow into one ear and out the other, my instincts telling me to get away from whoever is around me.
Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around my figure as I try to get away, string yet unfamiliar arms. I use the little strength I have in me to only try and fight this stranger.
"Asena!" I hear the stranger yell. I quickly yanked out if the arms only to be forced to sit down on the nearest chair, my legs being grateful but my mind telling me to use whatever means necessary to get away.
"Alright big sister" my head snaps up to look at the boy who spoke, teenager, light hair, piercing blue eyes. "I know this is a lot to take in but trust me, you just need to listen"
~two months later~
It's been a strange two months, living with another face, another name...another life.
A part of me would've killed my mother as soon as I found out, but what my mother told me......first time she convinced me to turn my back on my family and I would only ever do that for one person.
~two months ago~
My long tanned fingers come up to brush over my new face, my skin a little darker than my Original. My hair beautiful pitch black and my eyes, deep brown. All in all, I might sound narsasistic but I was beautiful and I couldn't deny it, even if this isn't actually my face
