𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 |𝙩𝙤 (on hold)

iv

Many who encounter the Sinclair family claimed that they were rather peculiar, the sort of people you wouldn't want to be caught conversing with.

Firstly the eldest, had a daughter and no husband, the second was a man of great wisdom and intellect and yet had odd behaviours, the third was a girl with opinions which frightened many men to a great deal, and the daughter who appeared to be 15 and yet had the mind of someone who had lived many lifetimes which was impossible. Or so they thought.

Although this didn't deter the family of four from going about their day having fun and at time causing mischief. Though this didn't explain why Ivy the youngest, who sported firey red hair which matched her spirit, had practically forced the others to sit in the living room for the past two hours whilst she ran errands that Christmas Eve.

A groan was heard from the front door and then moment later a large tree was pushed forcefully through the door as Ivy used her powers,

"Why is there a tree in our house?" Emilia asked in bewilderment, Rory realising why took a deep sigh before answering.

"Because my dearest brother you told us at least 300 years ago that one day people would use Christmas trees in their homes, and our dearest sister Ivy hasn't been able to contain her excitement as you can clearly see." As she finished her explanation she glanced at her brother and smiled sweetly.

"I was merely mentioning as a passing comment how was I too know this would be the result"

"Your the psychic one" the eldest reminded him a loud laugh came from the red head as she glanced at Emilia then Rory then Dylan.

"Well then I say we begin decorating the tree"

Now if you ever asked any about what happened during the putting up of the Christmas tree the family would tell you it was a breeze, well it was in fact not considering Ivy refused to use magic and Rory and Emilia were considerably small. Because of this the daughter spent the entirety of the time perched on her mothers shoulders as they tried to decorate, several arguments ensued as the red head continuously changed her mind about the colour themes and what in which the tree should be decorated. Although once it was finished it was a marvel to look at.

The Sinclair family stood back to admire their masterpiece of a Christmas.

"As much as I hate to admit it your incessant talk of Christmas trees may have paid of Ivy" the red smiled smugly before making her way upstairs to go to sleep

"One day I'm going to slaughter my siblings for their egotistical behaviour" Rory whispered in Emilia's ear resulting in the two braking out into a fit of giggles.

Emilia followed her mother up the stairs who put her arm around the girls shoulder and smiled down at her comfortingly.

"Did you ever want children when you were younger mum," Rory smiled and nodded her head, when she was 18 she had always desired to have children but when she became a vampire that wish was quickly squandered

"I did but now I have you" the two smiled at each other and Emilia latched herself tightly to her mother before heading to her room.

The next morning was filled with Ivy and her Christmas spirit which, as much as the other three complained about it, they secretly loved.

Then there was their next disaster the food; mainly the chicken which Ivy forgot to cook but this time she had a solution; magic.

"Are you sure this will work" Rory asked in amusement.

"Excuse me, I've been alive for nearly four hundred years don't question my ability to set things on fire" 
Rory put her hands up in surrender before motioning towards the table as to tell Ivy 'go on then have a go'

Now it wasn't that Ivy wasn't poswerful it was rather the opposite. She had slightly to much when it came to cooking a chicken. Therefore, Ivy utterly failed at her goal, and instead set the whole table on fire still minus the fact the Sinclairs had to sit on the floor to eat due to the lack of a table.

Their Christmas was rather enjoyable and highly entertaining.

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By 1925 the Sinclairs had packed up what they had in England and moved to America more specifically New Orleans, a place of art, music and culture, much to their liking.

Only to live in New Orleans as a supernatural meant you had to be acquainted with the supposed 'king of the quarter' which Rory found absolutely ridiculous but for now it caused her nor any others any harm.

So there she was stood, astute with the leader in front of her and his posee behind her ready to jumó in at any minute.

"So you want to live in my city?" Marcel asked
The heretic raised an eyebrow and smirked

"I suppose me and my family do" Marcel nodded at her remark before adding

"That's fine as long as you play by my rules-" he began to explain them but was cut of by Rory.

She let out a sarcastic laugh before regaining her stoic expression,

"Let's make a few things very clear, Marcellus,
I came here out of the goodness of my heart, and I nor my family take well to being told we have to follow someone's orders. Therefore we follow my rules now which firstly, is tell me what to do again and I rip you heart from your chest and feed it to your most loyal companion. Understood?" She finished with a smile. Marcel nodded knowing this woman wasn't someone you wanted to piss of. At his sign of submission Rory smiled once again but kinder this time.

"Well if that is all, and I assume it is, I shall be on my way now" and with that final sentence she left the room as a crowd of vampires parted to make her path.

As soon as she was far away enough so she wouldn't be able to use vampire hearing, Marcel beckoned Thierry forward.

"I want you to keep a close in her and her family for I don't trust them," he paused for a moment before continuing

"And don't let yourself be seen. I can tell her words aren't empty threats she will follow through on her claim. Be careful there is more to that family than what meets the eye."

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