Void

2.01

Halston Sage has brown eyes, but for the sake of the story pretend she has blue eyes.

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I laid my books down onto my desk but heard something crumble under them. I picked them back up since there shouldn't have been anything there. I saw a folded piece of paper so I picked it up before putting my books back onto the desk. I opened it and read "Your mother is in New Orleans."

I scrunched my eyebrows together. I had no idea who left me the note since no one I knew had any idea of my search for my mother. I was sure that Dad had suspected it, but I wasn't going to ask. I decided to act on the note and grabbed a duffle bag.

I put some clothes into the bag before grabbing my school backpack. I emptied my books out before putting the few grimoires I kept in my room into it. A couple of my sketchbooks that held the drawings of my dreams along with a relatively clear one made its way into my backpack. I made sure that I had my pencils to draw with since I didn't have many pictures of my mom, I would keep them here.

I slung the backpack onto my shoulders and picked up the duffle. I grabbed my jacket off of my bed and my keys off the top of my dresser. I hurried downstairs not bothering with a note. I walked out of the house. When I opened the door to my car I threw the duffle into the back of my '67 Impala but kept the backpack in the front seat. I put my jacket in the same seat before getting into my black beauty and starting it up. I pulled out of my driveway and set off for New Orleans.

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It had been three days now since I left Beacon Hills. My phone was littered with messages from Dad, Stiles, Lydia, and even Scott. I ignored them all. I knew that they only wished to know where I was and how I was doing, but this was about finding my Mom.

I parked my car on the side of the road and got out. I made sure that I had some money in my pockets before walking across the street. I headed into the music store. I looked around and smiled when I saw all the jazz. A voice asked, "You into jazz?"

I turned my head back to look at the speaker and smiled at the girl. I nodded, "Yeah, it's got a place in my heart."

The girl held her hand out to me and introduced, "I'm Davina."

I shook it and felt her magic, it was powerful, but greeted, "Rosalie."

Davina nodded and questioned, "You born in New Orleans, Rosalie?"

I shook my head, "Can't say that I was." Davina raised any eyebrow at that. "California."

Davina asked, "So, what are you doing here?"

This girl sure did want to know a lot about me. I wondered if it had to do with how much power I held myself. I admitted, "Looking for my mom. I got a note saying she was here."

Davina nodded, "Well, enjoy staying here."

I nodded, "I will."

She smiled and I picked up a vinyl jazz record before I paid for it. I left and as I did someone bumped into me and I could tell that he was a werewolf. He barked, "Excuse you."

I scoffed, "Watch where you're going."

The wolf got really close to my face as he demanded, "You watch where you're going. This is my city."

I smirked, "Ah, mate, none of you learn." I shook my head in disappointment. "It's so sad that you dogs have the worse manners."

The wolf looked taken back and I took my chance. I rolled my eyes and went to my car. I just drove until I found somewhere that looked nice to eat. I parked my car for a second time today and walked inside. I sat down and a waiter took my order.

I pulled my sketchbook from my bag and started to draw. I always suspected that they were memories considering that they always included my mom and I. I held the memories close to my heart and didn't talk about them. A voice broke my train of thought when it admitted, "Those are magnificent drawings."

I looked up at the person and smiled at the boy. I nodded, "Thanks. My mom always told me that I got it from my uncle."

The boy shrugged, "Well, they look as if they belong in a gallery."

I pointed out, "They're just memories."

The boy held his hand out silently asking if he could get a better look. I handed them to him and he went through them. The boy raised an eyebrow, "If these are memories, I would love to see your dreams."

I smiled softly, on the nights I didn't have memories as dreams my dreams were always something interesting. I nodded, "Thank you."

The boy handed me the sketchbook back and smiled, "I'm Zachery Gerard. I prefer Zach though, Zachery is saved for when I'm in trouble. And you?"

I mocked, "I'm Rosalie Stilinski. I prefer Rose though, Rosalie is saved for when I'm in trouble."

Zach chuckled, "Laugh at me all you want, it is true."

I giggled and glanced down before looking back at him. Zach suddenly looked to his right and sighed, "I am sorry, but I'm afraid I have to go. I do hope that I will see you around."

I looked past him to see the wolves and nodded, "I hope I see you again as well, Zachery Gerard."

Zach stood up and took my hand. I felt death. Zach raised my hand as he mocked a bow and laid a kiss onto my hand. Zach promised,  "Goodbye, for now, Rosalie Stilinski."

He left and watched as men followed him out the door. What did I get myself into by coming to New Orleans?

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It's back. Updates should be somewhat quick, hopefully. It will depend on how school goes for me. Somethings will be changing, but I'm going to try to kept the story mainly the same as it was for now unless I just absolutely want to change something about it.