FLOWER | K.M

001.The new me

After 2 years

With a cigarette between her index and middle finger, she walked through the streets of New Orleans.

The cheerful humans hanging out with friends or families in the middle of the day and the intrigued tourist that were visiting the feared streets of the witches and vampires with guides filling their heads with stupid myths about unicorns were driving her crazy.

She preferred the night atmosphere. Much more breezy and free. She could walk around drinking and killing humans at her own liking.

Zinnia laid low-key with her withcy business since she moved here because of Marcel.
The so-called king of the city killed any witch who practised magic in the quarter.

Entering the Rousseau's, she goes straight for the bar, waving at her friend in the process.

Maeve Dawson was a witch she met in Italy and reunited with her after she moved to New Orleans.

She was 24 and had a master degree in psychology, organic chemistry, and biology. Maeve was a little nerd undercover. Zinnia likes to say she aspired to be next Einstein.

Maeve was the perfect combination of sweet and sarcastic. She could charm you with a look and put you in your place with her intelligence and sharp tongue.

Back in Italy, Maeve trained with the wolfs since her ex lover, Alec, was one of them, but she vanished after the rival pack declared war by killing him.

"A wiskhey sour, Daw, thank you!" she mused, watching the blonde roll her eyes

She sighed and placed a glass in front of the heretic, filling it with wiskhey per her request and propted her forearms on the bar facing Zinnia.

She couldn't understand how her friend lived like this. She was partying 24/7, drinking every minute of the day and still managed to look gorgeous, even with smudged lipstick after some hookup with a stranger or some blood in the corner of her lips. Maeve was jealous.

The Dawson witch was stuck in a bar, with her co-worker Cami working her ass off to earn some money to keep her place in that old rusty building she lived in.

"I don't understand, Z. You could be doing anything, like really anything, than this, and you still choose against it?" she furrowed her brows

"Ah love, you know how it is. I'm getting bored easily. " Zinnia smiled sweetly, enjoying her drink

She wasn't wrong, though. It was the third time this week she died her hair because she got bored of the previous one, now having it done a cool orange.

It wasn't just the fact she got bored easily. It was her way of detaching from the world. After her last normal time, she couldn't bear the possibility of making the same mistakes.

Maeve fake gagged at her to show how sick of her attitude she was and turned to the guy beside her friend that just got in.

Zinnia didn't have to look at him to feel his power and know what he was. One of the originals, he radiated power she never had felt on a vampire before.

"What can I get you?" her friend asked, trying to sound as cheerful as she could despite her hatred for her workplace.

The man briefly gave her a look and ordered a scotch, thanking her after.

Zinnia shifted in her seat, bored out of her head, and smiled charmingly at the vampire.

She scanned him, intrigued about his story. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and straight nose.He was beyond divine, dressed a little too fancy for Zinnia tastes, but she could work with it.