Revenge Turned Blue (Hosie)

1-A Hampton Prelude

I'm excited to share the first chapter of a brand new story with you all! I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think! I'm very open to feedback, as this first chapter will set the stage for a story and romance you'll never see coming...

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The tranquil town of East Hampton, New York gleams under the golden rays of the summer sun. Beautiful beaches and elegant mansions exude an air of sophistication and exclusivity. A young siphon witch finds herself amidst the luxurious appeal, traveling down the cobblestone streets until she sees sandy beaches and salty water as far as the eye can see, and she knows she's finally arrived.

Making her way down a short drive, she approaches a beautiful beachfront house before putting her car in park. It's a charming place that perfectly embodies coastal elegance. The brunette steps out of her car, removing her sunglasses as she takes in the sight and the summer sunlight.

The exterior of the house is charming, with clean lines and large windows. The soft color palette blends seamlessly with the natural beauty of the surrounding landscape. The house is decorated with attractive architectural details such as a wraparound porch, balconies, and a well-kept garden.

The real estate agent begins to show the woman to the inside of the beach house, which gives a perfect blend of refined elegance and coastal chic. The design embraces a neutral color scheme, with soft creams and whites, accentuating the abundance of natural light flowing through the windows. There's an open floor plan for spaciousness and a seamless flow between the various living areas.

The living room looks like a haven of comfort, with plush sofas, oversized armchairs, and tasteful decor that shows a combination of contemporary elements and coastal accents. Large white french doors lead to the terrace, offering the most breathtaking view of the ocean, and with the doors being left open by the agent showing the house, the brunette can feel the light sea breeze.

The kitchen is a chef's dream, with state-of-the-art appliances, sleek countertops, and ample storage space. The blend of aesthetics and functionality allows for meals to be prepared with ease while maintaining the same sense of sophistication.

There's multiple bedrooms, each designed to provide a serene sanctuary, out of sight from the main living area.

"I can't tell you what a rare opportunity you have here. The current owners live in the city, of course, but they've decided to rent out for the season," the real estate agent, Kate, informs the young woman who picks up a framed photograph of the owners, a family of three, though it doesn't look like the typical American family unit from the picture.

Setting the photo back on the small table by a sofa, the brunette asks, "Do you mind if I look around a bit?"

Kate smiles politely, "Of course, that's what we're here for, Miss Parker-"

The brunette cuts her off respectfully, "Please, you can call me Josie."

The witch makes her way out the french doors and to the terrace, approaching the railing as she overlooks the vast body of water. There's a private wooden dock just across the sandy beach, and the sight catapults her into memories of her long lost childhood-memories of her father teaching her beginner's sparring techniques on a much smaller dock back at home in Mystic Falls, Virginia, her mom teaching her to swim, and even memories from this very house, years prior when they had spent their summers here.

It was her mother's idea, and it was also the last place they were together as a family, before their family was shattered and ripped apart.

The siphoner tears her eyes away as she walks across the wooden boards of the porch, until she pauses at her vantage point. One might consider the highlight of this house to be the ocean view or the tasteful interior, but the brunette would have to disagree.