DISCONTINUED!
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➤ in which a former allemey (ally-enemy) of the mikaelsons breaks the curse that was bestowed upon her, seeks to wreak havoc upon the petrova doppelgänger bloodline, and leaving them in chaos, ashes and blackness - and eager to...
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THE LITTLE BUTTERFLY HAD rescued cassiopeia, it seemed — and instead, had led her into a different kind of reality. not cassiopeia's home parallel reality, at least.
the gift bearer had never heard silence quite this loud before, as she gazed at the flickering eyes in front of her.
her black, long lashes fluttered in fake anticipation and innocence, as she took in her new... companions.
in front of her, there stood a couple of... teenagers? with a closer look, she distinguished some of them as vampires, one a human and one a witch.
a bennett witch?
interesting.
cassiopeia tilted her head, not failing to notice the suspicious and careful looks of her companions.
"and there we stand, strangers. who might you lot be?" she acquired to know, instinctively putting on a silky, innocent and honey-laced voice, her wandering gaze prying for information curiously.
the voice she had made use of sounded sickeningly sweet in her own ears, like acid and poison mixed with an unhealthy amount of sugar.
the group stared at her wordlessly, contemplating with a not so discreet gazing at each other. cassiopeia pretended to give them a little bit personal space by mustering her surroundings with great interest.
from what she had seen, this place was obviously a house someone lived in, and she had been summoned.
summoned by who, though?
a locating and reawakening spell had been cast upon her, one that was so strong it was able to actually pull her out of the prison world she had been in. a powerful witch or gift bearer must have casted that spell.
the bennett witch. her aura screamed something more forceful than the ones that had met her eyes before — aside from a couple other exceptions, she had always deemed the bennett coven as the most competent ones.
"damon salvatore, a sheer pleasure." a dark-haired vampire introduced himself, one of his hands reaching out to her, his light blue sparkling in anticipation and a smirk sitting on his face.
cassiopeia blinked at the hand for a second, the thought of blatantly rejecting it crossing her mind, before the thought of taking it clicked in her head. the lack of social interactions in the prison garden clearly had made itself obvious by this.
