"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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Previously on Original Queen...
"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.
~~~
Amabelle joined French Quater High, the only high school in their town besides the one right outside of town. But there were rarely any kids, very abandoned. So eveyone went French Quater High, home of the Soldiers. Amabelle thought it was a bit odd that their mascot was a solider, but she also heard voices in her head, so she didn't say anything. She was in class like always and she was doodling again. She was smart and finish the work like it was nothing, it was the middle of th school year. Her last year of school, thank goodness. She didn't know what she was drawing but her hand just kept drawing.
"Class!" Their teacher calls their attention, even Amabelle looks up. "Eveyone meet our new student from Mystic Falls, Stiles Mikealson," their teacher smiles as a handsome pale boy walks in with raven black hair and brown caramel eyes. His eyes find their way to Amabelle and there, they stayed. She blushed and looked down, but what surprised her, was that her picture was just a sketching of him. But something was different, black veins popped out under his eyes and his teeth were sharpened. It was like he was ready to kill her or someone else. And scared her, but she wasn't scared - she didn't care.
"This seat taken?" She jumps looking up, blocking the blocking the drawing from his sight. It was Stiles Mikealson, he kinda stare at her like what are you hidding look.
"Nope, denflintly not taken," she says jumpy making him smirk, something about his smirk was killing and made her shiver.
"Good," he says before sitting next to her. She scrambles the picture and stuffs it into her notebook, so no one could see. Every girl were glaring at her, and every guy were glaring at him. Stiles smirked, Amabelle, she wanted to hide or just disappear. By the end of class, every girl made dreamy looks to Stiles who ignored them all as he was too busy looking at the beauty that was Amabelle Lights. Even her name sounded enchanting, just like her.
Amabelle sat with a few selected friends and by friends, she means the librarian, Mrs Wendy Rose, and the books. Her true friends, besides Marcel, of course who clearly doesn't go to school. Amabelle enters the library and is very happy to see Mrs Rose there healthy and her rosey cheek flushing. "Oh Belle dear, there's some new books if you like," she says sweetly. Mrs Rose's voice was like a wise old woman with a motherly voice.
"Thanks, Mrs Rose," Amabelle sets her thing down at a table with her lunch. And walks to the new books looking through, the pages locking her eyes onto them. Until the doors swung open and walked him, Stiles Mikealson. The boy himself was a puzzle Amabelle needed to solve but at the same time she didn't want to. His eyes look at her and she quickly goes back to looking at the books. She could feel his smirk, it sent chills down her spine.
"Anything good?" A voice whispers in her ear. She jumps and turns to see Stiles there with a small playfully smirk on his face looking at her amused.
"Huh..." She didn't know what to say. And why was he talking to her? "Anything you looking for exactly?" She asks. It almost seem like he only asked her a question to hear her voice.
"Not really, something about paintings and artsy stuff like that," he waves it off as he called something off the top of his head remembering what his father loved to do. He though maybe that would be something he like, may be teach his sister once she was born.
"Oh then....," she thought for a minute before it clicked in her head. "Oh! I know, come on!" She grabs his hand and drags him across the library. She didn't really realize his hands were so cold and he was surprise by her outburst of excitement. "Where is it, there you are. Here!" She hands him a book. "Famous Paintings & Painters, a very artsy book in my option," she grins, then frowning as she felt the coldness of his hands.
"You an artist?" He asks looking at her, with a raised brow.
"I guess you could say that, but I rather say I'm exploring into new things and the arts just happen to be one," Amabelle says shrugging with a small smile on her lips. Stiles didn't know what it was about Amabelle, but she was different. A good different.
●●●
Amabelle was walking home pass the French Quater when, "BELLS!" She looks up and sees Marcel walking to her with his friend, Diego. "How was school, Bell?" He asks like he always did when she walked home.
"Good, there's a new boy at school," she blushes clinging to her books, she plays with her feet as she shifts awkwardly on her feet.
"Oh does Amy have a crush?" Sings Diego teasing the 18 year old strawberry blonde.
"No!" She pouts, not very convincing.
"Whatever you say, Bell. D wanted to know if you would like to hang out in the Quater sometime," Marcel whispers the last part to her.
"Of course," she smiles, the back story is not hard to explain on how Amabelle knows of the young witch as Davina has had many visions of Amabelle herself.
"Good, tell your aunt we say hi," the two vampires walk away. Amabelle walks into her aunt's shop; Wicked Tea. Which she found funny as her aunt was a witch and her teas to kill for.
"Amabelle, dear, how was your day?" Asks Farrah.
"Like any other day, Aunt Far," she says leaving out of the part of Stiles. She walks up to their apartment which was on top of the shop. She slumped on her bed and begins her work, when she hears something. She looks to her window and doesn't see anything but she swore she heard something. She goes back to her work and for the rest of the day, she blasted music to drown out sound of the shop downstairs.
After dinner, Amabelle ready in bed, cozy and curled up in her warm blankets. She was sleeping peacefully, when it just happened. She wakes up screaming at the top of her lungs. But it wasnt a normal scream, she was wailing - so loud, every vampire, werewolf, witch and hybrid in New Olreans could hear the girl scream.
Next Time on Original Queen.....
"Amabelle what are you doing here?" Stiles asks, the Mikealsons and Hailey all had their eyes on the girl.
"I don't know, I just followed the voices...." She breathes out.
