"I'm no queen, I'm barley a banshee"
Amabelle never wanted trouble when she moved to New Orleans, she never wanted to get involved in a war or battle. She's not a violent person, she's the less violent you'll meet. A innocent baby bunny as her famil...
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AMABELLE LIGHTS, was just like what her name sounded. She was loveable and and very compassion to others, and just full of so much light and hope for the future. But that wasn't all, Amabelle was known for being quite smart and looney. She saw things others didn't and heard things others didn't. Everyone in her hometown, thought she was crazy. The girl who had voices in her head. And when Amabelle heard those voices, all she wanted to do was scream her lungs out.
Amabelle was sitting her room, typing away looking at places in New Orleans. Her aunt, Farrah was there with her tea shop. Many people don't talk about Farrah Northgate people called her a wicth as she too did things that others couldn't. Amabelle was never close with her as she loved when her aunt did magic. Her aunt only trusted her with that secret as Amabelle's mother always called Farrah a freak. But Amabelle didn't believe that.
She remembers when she asked why. Farrah laughed and said," Sweet Amabelle, one day you too will be able to do soemthing incredible, I know. Our ancestors say so, they tell me things. You will go through ups and downs but in the end you will show the boy's who's heart is cold as ice and hard as stone, love."
Amabelle never knew what her aunt meant. But the thought of being magical clouded her thought. Yet soon her aunt's visits stopped and Amabelle's dream faded. Then the lose of her sister Allison is what really made her start to lose her mind. "She's crazy!" Yells her father downstairs. They always fought now on her health, that she was crazy or she was looney and needed to sent away.
"Pete, that is our daughter," her mother snapped.
"That thing is not our daughter, if anything she's just like that freak of a sister of yours," he yells shaking the house. Even though Amabelle didn't care about her dad's words or thoughts anymore but it did hurt, tears escape her eyes. But she blinks them away as her phone rang. She was happy to see her aunt calling.
"Aunt Far," she smiled answering her phone. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as if her tears were never there.
"Amabelle how are you? Still looking for a place, you know my place is always open," her aunt says. The tjought never left Amabelle's mind, but she she didn't want to be a bother.
"Yea well nothing is in my money pricing," she says annoyed.
"Well I know you need to get away, come stay with me. I'm not asking, I'm saying," her aunt demands her. Her aunt just reconnected with her after Allison's death.
Amabelle whimpers as bangs and yells became louder downstairs. "You know what? I'll take you up on that offer," she says.
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Soon Amabelle was at the airport, her plane about to leave. "Are you sure, sweetie? We'll miss you," her mother, Natalie. Sure her mother would but now her father, her father didn't care one bit. He didn't even come.
"I'm sure," smiles Amabelle, weakly. She just needed to leave, to go.
"Okay well call me and tell me how it goes on your first day of your new school," her mother smikes sadly. She didn't want her daughter to go, especially to her sister. But she knew after what at Amabelle's birth and Allison's death, she needed Farrah more than ever.
"I will," Amabelle says.
"Plane 236 to New Olreans."
Amabelle sucks in a breathe, she turns away from her mother and her old life and onto the plane. And she never looked back...
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When Amabelle landed there was Farrah waiting. "Aunt Far!" The two hugged.
"How are you kid?" Farrah asks Amabelle as they drove home to Farrah's apartment in the heart of New Olreans. Right by the French Quater.
"Voices," was all Amabella says.
"Thats all?" Farrah asks glancing to her niece.
"Weird dreams and it all started after Allison's death. She died saving me, it's my fault," says Amabelle.
"Amabelle Faron Lights, it was not your fault. You couldn't do anything, you tried your best and that's all you could have done," snaps Farrah. "Allison died knowing she was saving her baby sister."
But I could have done something, thought Amabelle.
When the two got to Farrah's apartment as they got out. Amabelle's attention got stuck on the French Quater. "Farrah!" They turned to see a dark colored man walking to her aunt.
"Ay Marcel!" They hug like old friends.
"Who's this?" Asks the man noticing Amabelle. Her bright green eyes like emeralds.
"My niece. Marcel meet my niece, Amabelle. Amabelle meet the man who knows the city like no one else, Marcel," says Farrah. Knwoing Marcel, he become protective of her niece and what Amabelle needed was people on her side as she was something would will kill for to have.
"Amabelle it's nice to meet you, welcome to New Orleans!" Marcel expanses his arms to the city as music and cheers filled the air. The city was so alive compared to what Amabelle was used to.
"Its beautiful," awed Amabelle.
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Amabelle now on her computer again typing away a name, she been hearing in whispers in the wind. But boys from years ago only showed no morden boy by the name showed and it was making Amabelle frustrated.
"Hey Amabelle which ya doing?" Asks Farrah walking in.
"Looking for someone," she says emotionless.
"Who? Do you know them?" Asks Farrah.
"No...." She says, her eyes still on the screen.
"Who are they?" Asks Farrah, even more confused.
"Stiles Mikealson...."
"Who?" Asks Farrah, she knew of Mikealosns. Why would she be searching them? And why the Originals, thought Farrah.
"This boy in my dreams, the voices they keep calling his name and I need to know him," she says slowly looking at Farrah.
"Honey there's no one named Stiles Mikealson in New Olreans," lies Farrah. She sure hoped the Mikealsons never came back to New Olreans.
"Stiles is real, I know it," Amabelle says, determined.
