Season 3 of The Originals
Anastasia Mikealson is the Angel of New Orleans. She was the living representation of purity and love. Or at least she was. Now her soul was darkened, ever since her children were taken by a old ememy for a plan so cruel. A...
"She got blood cold as ice And a heart made of stone But she keeps me alive She's the beast in my bones She gets everything she wants When she gets me alone,
She got horns like a devil
Pointed at me and there's nowhere to run
From the fire, she breathes"
New Orleans, TO Episode 3, Season 3
"Anna will you hurry up we have to leave for New Orleans soon," My brother shouted at me as I go myself ready to see my sire, and my brother his.
"Dear brother beauty cannot be rushed," I shouted back as I finished my lips with my signature light brown lip that my sister was so envious of. That was the only thing she was jealous of though, My sister Aurora thought she was better than me, but I am faster, stronger, older and I have words like poison, and I have a tongue like a serpent so I can definitely bring her down with not only my words but my impeccable strength. She should be jealous of me, after all, I am my sister's greatest weakness. I wore a black cami top with black jeans that clung to my thin legs, over the top I wore a black and white chequered cardigan that hung just below my waist and by far my favorite thing about my outfit were my signature heeled ankle boots that gleamed pure gold on the inside of the heel. What can I say I am a superficial bitch. My makeup was nudie pink and I left my eyebrows natural my hair was curled perfectly and hung just below my prime net chest which was another thing my sister was jealous of. What a piete bitch Aurora is.
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I strutted down the stairs of our mansion to find my brother waiting impatiently for me tapping his expensive shoes on the marble floor.
"Anna we are going to meet our sires not going to an Armani fashion show," My brother mocked.
"Brother, clearly you don't know me very well in our a thousand years of living together that I am always dressed to impress," I replied with a sway in my walk as me and my brother walked over to my black Porsche 911 turbo which was one of my most prized possessions since I didn't compel anyone to buy it for me and max out their bank accounts, I won it in a casino with pure luck.
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