- REWRITING OFFLINE 10/03/25-
☆ 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 : what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?
After the death of her mother, 17 y/o Deena Salée rummage through her mothe...
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𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐃, gasping out from the last memory and crashed into the scent of her mother who was next to her, back in her old bedroom at the Abattoir. Much cleaner than how she last left it with clothes everywhere in search of particular clothing items, with an airy smell the cleaning lady normally sprayed.
"Ma?" Realizing it was her mother hugging her, Deena hugged her back. Not as tight but very confused. "Ca va (You alright)? You're squeezing me to death. I can't breathe. You're worrying me."
Her mother loosened her grip but kept hugging. "You're worried? You worried me, Deena. Scared me half to death. When Marcel called — I don't know what happened, but I was there in the blink of an eye. Your father almost beat me."
"What happened? Is Hayley alright? Did the witches — "
"Hayley's fine. She's good." Her mother pulled from the hug first. It was then Deena saw her father, Hayley, and her Uncle just outside her door discussing a private matter. "But how are you? Marcel said you were having a panic attack."
"A panic attack?" Deena questioned as though it was impossible, as though she could gaslight herself.
"You don't remember?"
Her father entered the room after asking how Hayley's heart played into what happened.
Of course, Deena remembered. In a moment where she was needed most, what she'd been preparing herself for, her body betrayed her and she coward as her mind fed further deep into places she couldn't pull herself out from. Her brain felt fuzzy, her fingers still tingly and numb, and her mouth was drier than a desert. And of course, nothing could get by a family of vampires who heard her pounding heart faster than its normal pace.
Her mother reached out for her hand, massaging her knuckles in an attempt to calm her. "You don't have to remember. Let's not remember. We'll leave it in the past, okay?"
