Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛; 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎

    La Push was once a place where the Cullens were not allowed but for this particular moment and forever on they were allowed as a shifter of the Black and Cullen lineage would marry and create a new peace for werewolves and vampires.

    Smoothing out her light blue grayish dress of any wrinkles. Rosalice looks at her daughters who sat alongside their cousins. Hope sat there waiting patiently as Rosalie was in the process of doing her hair.

    Sarah besides swung her feet impatiently, moving around for she could never be contained to sitting for such an extensive period. Though her great aunt Alice had condemned her to sit there and look pretty and not run out to play in the mud and ruin seconds of perfection. A flower crown placed on her full waves of dark mahogany brown hair that had the color of onyx mixed with its roots. Yet she was able to take off her mind on sitting by playing the games of sticks with Sierra who too matched with her own older sister.

    Sage perfecting her bow on her head tying it to its immaculate look of a flush satin gray-blueish bow. Having it sit upon her high head. She couldn't help but pout. "It's not working mama!" She whines.

    Rosalice comes up behind her daughter, inspecting the bow. "Can you tell me what's exactly not working?"

     "The way it looks." Sage fussed. "It's not in the middle. It's leaning."

    Rosalice repositions the bow not trying to undo her daughter's work. "Tell me which direction okay honey," She hums softly.

    Sage mumbled the words left or right inspecting the mirror carefully as the bow moved on her head. Before yelling, "Stop!" Rosalice froze where her nerves would have contradicted to stiffen it plainly froze acting with vampirism. Pulling her hands away. The blonde haired Mikealson sighing with content, the pout wiping off of her very lips. As a smile replaced it all.

    Instantly running inside the room screaming, "Mom! Mom! Mommy!" In came both Salem and Soren in their black and gray-blue suits. Their ties yet to be tied on. "We need help."

    "Wasn't Emmett supposed to help you tie those?" Rosalice questioned crouching down.

    Soren stayed close to his brother's side, fumbling with the tie in his hands as his brother continued to speak, "He doesn't do it like you do. He does it too tight. I can always feel it."

    Rosalice hums, grasping a hold of the tie she feels the familiar fabric looking down at it, she observes every detail the tie holds. The scent still lingering there that it made her own bones ache, her skin pulling and jabbing, her body tensing becoming knives. "Where did you get these?" She asks softly, slowly, carefully.

    Soren avoided his mother's eyes, not daring to answer within his own mind nor his hands. Salem gave a sheepish smile. "Nowhere," he lied poorly.

    "Salem Henrik, where did you find these?" She asks again. His scent wrapping and hugging her. "Where did you find them?"

    "In the basement," Salem finally told the truth. Finally snapping, not able to keep a secret for the life of him. "But we all found notes with our names on it and got super curious Mom." He continued to blame and throw his siblings under the bus.

     Soren whacked his older brother giving him a wide bug-eyed look. Salem mumbled, "Sorry."

     Slipping the tie around her first born child's neck. She informs the two, "I thought I told you four not to go down there alone." That's where the coffins were. That was where some of the Mikealson's stuff were there. "I'm not mad with you I just... things are down there you shouldn't be seeing."