Mother's Daughter ━ the originals [1]

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

PROLOGUE
Rot In Hell

In stories, each character is destined to do something or they have a role to play.

    Talia Dawn De Martel was a heretic destined to hurt or harm everyone. Reid Chase Mills was a hunter who happened to be a nephilim, who was destined to protect everyone. Many stories have the two opposites falling in love and fighting against all odds to stay together, Talia and Reid's included hating each other and trying to avoid the other at all costs. Unfortunately, fare & destiny decided to change its mind. Neither Talia or Reid liked it. And as much as they hated it, they couldn't ignore it, meaning they were stuck together until a later time in which Reid would accidentally save her life for the first time.

    But that's skipping in between, and even then, they still hated each other with a burning passion.

    Plus, being the daughter of an 'insane psychopath' woman according to everyone, wasn't a picnic. And being her mother's daughter, she had the worst luck at love. Besides, they were in The French Quarter at the worst possible time, meaning there was zero room for love and happiness.

    Talia had her head hung low with her baseball cap on as she walked down the road. She didn't stop walking until she reached the border of The French Quarter. She walked past the crowds of people scattered throughout the city streets and managed to end up at a bar. Talia sat down at the bar stool, ordering herself a glass of whiskey.

    After having to prove that she was in fact of age to drink legally, she downed her one drink. The bartender with blonde hair examined Talia with curious eyes, enabling paranoia to take over Talia. She furrowed her brows at the bartender. "What?"

    "Nothing. You just... you just remind me of someone." She replied.

    Talia stood up from the bar stool and handed over the cash, then left without saying another word. She wasn't sure who would be remotely similar to her, other than her mother, but that was a huge longshot for Camille to know Aurora.

    Naturally, Talia wandered around The Quarter until she found the forest. Unfortunately for the woman who was a hunter, Talia was a heretic, and her vampire side was extremely in need of fresh blood. The woman had light brown hair with badly noticeable blonde highlights. She held a rifle and aimed it at Talia. "I know you're a vampire."

    "Good for you, would you like a gold star sticker?" Talia retorted.

    The woman scoffed and had a scowl etched on her face. "If you come near me, I will shoot you. Don't test me, sweetheart." She tried to threaten.

    Talia had a faint smirk on her lips. "You can't kill me, 'sweetheart'." Talia responded.

    Talia was a lot harder to kill than just a normal vampire, and sometimes she did flaunt that. Whether she got the dramatics from her mother or not, she still had it. And besides, Talia De Martel liked a little danger.

    The hunter went to pull the trigger, but she was taking a minute too long. Talia sped over, stood behind her, and didn't even bother to compel her before drinking the blood from the woman's neck. Talia pulled away, "have a nice time rotting in Hell." She whispered, snapping the woman's neck, letting her fall to the ground.