"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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Perilously on Original Queen....
"I knew I could trust you," she whispers smiling then she passes out into darkness...
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Amabelle began to wake up, her head hurt beyond like someone took her head and just hit it against a brick wall. She remembers what happen before she passed out, she smiles weakly but then frowns she doesn't feel pain in her arm. She looks down and gasps, nothing there. No blood, no pain, no cut, it looked as though it was never there and Amabelle wasn't sure to freak out or just shurg it off. Cause she obviously couldn't just pretend it never happen, it happen. But it be crazy of her to bring it up, too.
"It wouldn't be so crazy," she looks up and is very happy to Stiles, fine and alive in front of her.
"Where am I?" She asks.
"Mikealson Manor, the same place you found when you followed the voices, also my home for now," he says expanding his arms. She didn't question the "for now" part as it wasn't really her place to ask. But then they heard it.
"Where is she?! I know she's here, Klaus!" A very angry aunt, Amabele knew all to well. Amabelle groaned on her her aunt's temper.
"Well someone is mad," smirks Stiles.
"That is nothing close to mad," comments Amabelle, she lifts the covers and when she gets up, she falls. But luckily Stiles catches her. "Whoa, calm down, you need to take it easy," he whispers holding the strawberry blonde to his chest making her blush like a cherry.
He helps her down the stairs to where the yelling was happen. "I swear to God, I will murder you, Mikealson! Where is she?!" Yells the angry witch. She glares daggers at him, Rebekah watched amused and Hailey wasn't sure on what to do. "Why so worried love, don't trust us?" Smirks Klaus testing his luck.
"No, I don't trust you. I don't trust vampires at all, especially not the originals. Out of any of you originals, I trust. It be Elijah. And this is my niece, the only family I have left. I'm already losing my sister, I already lose my other niece. Amabelle is all I have left," says Farrah, tears escaping her brown hazel eyes. Hailey saw a woman protecting her family, like a mother would to their child, cause that's probably what Farrah was to Amabelle, a mother. Like she was to Stiles.
"I'm right here, Aunt Far," everyone looks to Amabelle and Stiles as he helps her downstairs. She was so weak and Stiles had his arm around her waist and her arm around his neck. "Don't yell at Klaus, you know, yelling gets no one anywhere and right now, you and me have some things to speak about," says Amabelle and for the first, she sounded like a mature adult and Farrah knew she meant business.
"Right of course," she nods, the Mikealsons leave with Hailey to leave the two to talk. Stiles set Amabelle gently on the small couch and speaks to her gentle and whispers,
"Do want me to stay?"
She shakes her head, she needed to do this. She had questions and she needed answers, answers she wasnt getting. "No I'm fine," she says and he nods and walks out as much as he wanted to stay with her, hold her close. After nearly losing her, he just wanted to hold her close and not let go, as if she was gonna vanish. Stiles walks out and closes the wooden door behind him.
Amabelle looks to Farrah, so many questions ran through her head but one came to mind more than others.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Amabelle asks hurt. She was betrayed by her own aunt, the only family left she could trust.
"Amabelle there's lots of things, I wish I could tell you but me and your mother, we couldn't, we're sorry," Farrah says. But Farrah had her own question to ask Amabelle. "Why do you care so much about him, you act as you've known him all your life," she asks.
"I think I love him," says Amabelle, unsure on her feels. But they're were there.
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Amabelle about the home when she came to the library and she found what seem to be a dairy. She lifts the hold leather book and the dust makes her cough. She sits down and opens the book and the first date was 1869.
Dear Dairy,
It's 1869 and I have done nothing but kill people all my life for the fun. The thrill of blood and their screams. But today, my first day in Ireland and I'm staying with the Lord and his family. I met a beautiful Irish maiden, the Lord's oldest, Lydia. Her sisters, Natalie and Ruby were pretty but Ruby was seeing another man. And Natile was too young. Ruby, Natalie, Lydia were three truely special people to me. I will never forget about them,
Sincerely,
Stiles Mikealson
Amabelle was confused. Was this her mom and aunt? That would have mean Stiles knew her mother before she was born.
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1869
Stiles was riding in a carriage to the Lord's home, the Lord George greeted Stiles like an old friend. George knew of Stiles and his family, just like Stiles knew of Lord's witchy wife by the name of Amelia. "Stiles Mikealson I welcome to our home," he greets the vampire.
"It is good to see you as well, George, my father and uncle send respects," says Stiles.
"Papa!" "Father!" Three lovely girls run to their father, Lord George. One looked 19, the other looked 20. The smallest one looked 13.
"Girls meet our guest, Stiles Mikealson. Stiles, my boy meet my daughters, the youngest, Natalie, the middle child, Ruby and then my oldest Lydia," says Lord George.
"You look funny," says Natalie who was the only one with auburn-ish hair and freckles of the three.
"Natalie," hisses Lydia embarrassed of her sister's action.
"It's alright, I used to live in England with my father and uncle they sent to help with your vampire problem," Stiles flashes his fangs. Lydia smiled, she was never afraid of the supernatural.
"I've always wanted to travel what's England like?" Asks Lydia.
"I could tell you all about it," he smiles.
"I would like that," she blushes.
Next Time on Original Queen.....
"I see you found my journal," smirks Stiles startling Amabelle.
"You scared me," she says scolding him with a look.
"Maybe that's a good thing and you would run as far as you can while you can," he says," you would be more safe if you never meet me."
"Thats not true," she says, she gets up ans warps her arms around his neck as he slipped his arms around her waist. "I couldn't be happier you found me," she whispers closing her eyes. They pressed their foreheads together.
"You know you looks like her," he says opening his eyes making her open her as well.
