Y.N HAD ALWAYS LOVED MUSIC, SINCE SHE WAS TALL ENOUGH TO REACH THE PIANO KEYS, SHE LEARNT HOW TO PLAY, THEN SHE DID THE SAME WITH GUITARD AND VIOLIN WHILE SHE WAS SINGING WITH HER BEAUTIFUL VOICE. Her parents always listened to her with sparkling eyes, she was a little miracle, their little miracle. Her voice was beautiful and she was able to sing very high notes. During her teenage years, she passed all of her time diving into music, not caring about anything else, she was smart, really smart but she was living for music and nothing else mattered. That day, as everyday, y.n was in the street of her home town, New Orleans, in the French Quarter. With her was her guitar and she was sitting on a bench, singing Scars to your beautiful by Alessia Cara, but in her own way and with her own keys. Her voice was perfectly fitting the song and people gathered around her, stopping by only to listen her beautiful voice. She had chosen a song that meant a lot for her, the lyrics of the song being extremely profound.
On her side, Rebekah was wandering around the quarter, trying to escape her brothers and their incessant bickering, she was tired by both of them and the constant drama they were all in. The blonde loved her siblings, all of them, but sometimes she had to escape them, for her own good, her own sanity. She was walking in the street when this beautiful voice reached her ear, in her long live she had never heard such a beautiful voice. So, curious, she approached the voice and discovered a beautiful young woman with her guitar. The people around the singer were looking at her with amaze, listening to her angelic voice and the youngest Mikaelson was doing the same, never hearing a voice like this in a thousand years.
Finally, the song ended and y.n received a thunderous applause from the crowd making her blush and smile happily. Apparently, people liked her way of singing and it wouldn't make her any more proud. Then, the people started to walk away when they saw her storing her guitar in its case. Only one people remained, Rebekah wanted to know more about the singer, it was stronger than her. y.n observed the blonde woman in front of her, she was incredibly beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes and a sweet smile, she was totally her type.
"You have a wonderful voice," complimented the beautiful unknown, her sweet smile still on her face. "Thank you," thanked y.n, blushing hardly, completely under her charms. The two stayed still for a few moment, just looking into each other's eyes. "My name is Rebekah," the blonde woman finally introduced herself. "y.n," introduced herself the singer.
Rebekah repeated her name in her mind a billion times, it was a beautiful name which was suiting her perfectly. And y.n was thinking the same about the blonde's name. So, once again, they stayed still just looking at each others, god it was awkward but not at all, they were feeling at peace somehow, just by looking into each other's eyes. Finally, the Mikaelson smiled at y.n, once again, before offering her her hand.
"Would you like to have a drink ?" proposed the vampire, her smile never leaving her beautiful features. "I'll love that," assured the y.l.n, tucking a lock of her hair back behind her ear.
y.n took her guitar and the two began to walk around the street with the soul purpose to join the Rousseau, a famous bar in the Quarter, always frequented by many people. Rebekah knew the bar, since a long time, and she knew that it was a good place to go when you were on a date, and both of them felt like it was a date. Once they arrived, the two sat at a table and ordered a drink before beginning to talk about everything, their lives —even if Rebekah wasn't telling much, she was a vampire after all—, their passions, their families, they talked about everything. the current was good between the two, more than good. The women passed hours in the bar, just talking and drinking, learning more about each other and falling under the charm of the other. After a while, they decided to leave the bar, stepping out laughing and then realising that it was dark outside.
"Wow, I didn't realise it was that late," chuckled y.n, looking at the stars high in the sky. "Me neither," assured the youngest Mikaelson.
They exchanged a knowing smile and few giggles before standing outside the Rousseau, not wanting this moment to stop not now nor in a century. But they had to, both of them had to go back at their places, Rebekah needed to make sure that her brothers hadn't set the place on fire while the y.l.n had to join her roommate and helped her to cook since she was terrible in the kitchen. y.n bit her lower lip, took a piece of paper from her leather jacket, took a pen and wrote her number on it.
"Call me," smiled the human, giving the mikaelson her number. "Bye Rebekah," she added before she placed a long kiss on the vampire's cheek.
The youngest Mikaelson blushed furiously and watched her walk away, feeling her dead heart beating fast in her chest, the piece of paper still in her hand. It was obvious that Rebekah was under the beautiful human's charms. For the first time since a very long time, she felt like having found the woman of her life and not a man as she expected for many years. The original vampire was eager to see her again, she really wanted to learn more about the y.l.n and she will. When Rebekah wanted something or someone she would have them.
