- 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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𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. Right now in bed — snuggled under her warm cozy sheets, waiting for her period cramps to surpass and visit far better worlds than her reality — as she anticipated before all the bullshit arose. But found herself at Head Garden where Henry was being held, all because of the nulling feeling in her chest that she was needed. That Henry needed her.
He was her responsibility and felt somewhat bad for giving him up — the only limited choice left.
The place was a maze, a prison built underneath New Orleans and connected to multiple tunnels that started with an abandoned building and ended at a cemetery. There were two ways in and two ways out. The humid air made it impossible to breathe, and it amplified a lingering scent of death. Rows of bricked-up tombs were filled with desiccating vampires with candles dimly lit, though many pathways were just a dark hole of moaning and scratching echoing against the wet walls. Or just utter silence with only Deena's naturally rapid heartbeat and her mother's presence filling the void.
The place gave her the creeps. Henry would've long taken space in the back of her mind if it wasn't for this unusual feeling.
Deena's mother took the lead and guided them through the tunnels with a flashlight. They followed Marcel's voice preparing Henry for what his experience would be like during the next few decades and how to best quicken his suffering. He was lathering bricks with cement and piling it around Henry standing chained to the wall, nearly close to enclosing him. Deena couldn't help but imagine all of these tombs were personally built by Marcel's hands, all of who've broken his rules or betrayed him. She even wondered if this was where her father was held.
Marcel shook his head with disapproval when sensing Deena's presence, the only available blood source in a tomb of desiccated vampires. "Not the best time for a visit but," he placed down the brick he was currently working on and rubbed his hands clean of residue. "I'll take what I can get."
Deena scoffed. "I'm not here for you."
His gaze narrowed slightly and he appeared bothered by something though his voice was relatively calm as he asked, "Two years and nothing's changed?"
