Gracie-Mae is Rose-Marie's sister and Trevor's Best friend and for over 500 years they have been running because they made a mistake, the mistake of trusting Katerina Petrova. But now, they are tired of running. But what no one knows is Grace's Past...
A/n, up top (if on mobile) is Grace's and Thierry's outfits. The boy in the picture is how I picture a young Thierry. Also, Sorry, but this one is a bit shortxx
A young boy walked down the streets of the French Quarter in New Orleans. At only 11 years of age, he was an easy target for the things that went bump in the night. But none knew how protected he was.
Slowly, the boy turned down an alleyway between two shops, whistling a small tune. He wasn't too far from the abattoir that his family lived in.
"Well look-y what we have here." A gruff voice calls and the boy stops still as a man jumps down from a crate, blocking his way forward.
"You know, it's dangerous out here at night." The man says as he leans up against the wall.
"He's right you know." Another voice calls, this one female. The young boy spins on the heel of his black shoes to see a women in a gold flapper's dress, a black feather boa around her shoulders. The boy gulps slightly as the women took a few steps towards him, her heels clicking on the ground.
"You don't know what could go bump in the darkness." The boy felt his body freeze as the women stood close to him. He could smell booze and something metallic around her. Slowly, the boy stepped back, only to hit something firm. He looks up to see the man grinning back down at him.
"Such a handsome young boy." The women coos as she brings a finger to brush against the young boy's jaw. "What's your name?"
"Thierry." The boy replies confidently.
"How do you think he'll taste?" The man huffs and the women giggles before her eyes turn blood shot. Veins pop under her eyes and fangs sprout from her upper gums.
"Let's find out." But before she can take a bite, she gasps in pain, her body jolting to a stop. The women fell to the floor, her skin turning grey and Thierry looks to see another women stood there, this one with brown hair and in a black dress and her hand was covered in blood as it held the heart of the first women.
"Young vampires... No control." Grace sneers, dropping the heart before smiling at the young boy. He returns the smile before her eyes flick up to the man.
"Now, picking on a young boy? That's low, even for a vampire." She says, a smirk pulling on her painted lips. The man huffs, pushing Thierry to the side before stepping up to the much smaller women.
"And what are you going to do about it?" He asks and suddenly, he is pushed back through the Alleyway, hitting crates with a strong force. The women in black then chases after, picks up a broken piece of wood and stabs it into the man's heart. Slowly, his skin turns grey and she sighs before turning around to the young boy.
"What have I told you about short cuts?" Grace scolds, taking a handkerchief from her purse and using it to wipe the blood from her hand away. The young boy gives her a sheepish smile before walking towards her.
"Sorry Mother." He apologises and she smiles down at him before wrapping her clean arm around his shoulders.
"Let's go home." She says before leading them away.
It was long before they reached 'home' and Thierry boy was instantly engulfed with questions on what happened.
"A run in with vampires!" The boy exclaims to his aunt Rose and uncle Trevor. The pair look at each other shocked and Grace giggles.
"Don't worry, Mother got rid of them." Thierry says, grinning towards Grace. She smiles back, her heart warming. Ever since she was given this young lad on the titanic, he had become her soul focus of living. He hadn't been scared of her when he had found she was a vampire, and he was instantly raised into the world of the supernatural. Of course, Rose and Trevor disagreed with Grace having a child with her, especially with the fact they were on the run, but Grace couldn't let him go. Thierry Vanchure was Grace's and Grace's alone.
"Right! Off to bed!" Grace states and Thierry groans slightly. "Don't groan at me Mr, It's late. And don't forget to say goodnight to Marcel and Slater." Thierry rolls his eyes before saying goodnight to his family and trekking up to his room. Grace smiles after him, before turning when a hand is placed on her shoulder.
"He sure is a little fighter." Lexi states as she smiles at the brown haired women. She had found the trio in Chicago before they decided to move to New Orleans, and instantly became friends with them.
Grace laughs at Lexi's statement before looking up to were her son had left.
"He sure is." She replies. Her son. Her light, her family. Even if it wasn't by blood. Here, in New Orleans, she finally felt like she had a home.
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