warning: this mini series will have abuse/rape ( maybe I'm not sure yet ), offensive use of language, torture, things that are not suitable for a young audience.
New Orleans. The place where you can get drunk at ten in the morning and people wouldn't even care. Y/N had so much love for this city. This was her hometown. She loved everything about New Orleans, the food, the night life, the history, etc. Her love will never leave for the city of New Orleans.
But New Orleans hasn't always been that great. When Hurricane Katrina hit, Y/N lost her parents at the age of nine years old. It was devastating because she wasn't even there. Her parents sent her to France for the summer to spend time with her grandparents on her father's side. Y/N is of creole descent. Her father was French and her mother was African American. Y/N misses her parents so much, she visits then at the cemetery once a month.
Now that she is twenty one, Y/N had to grow up fast in a short amount of time. Even though she has a degree, she works as a waitress/bartender at a popular Cajun restaurant in downtown owned by her uncle. She loves working there and her uncle pays her well. Her degree is her back up plan incase she gets tired of working there which will probably never happen.
After a long day at work, Y/N open the gate to enter her home.
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Y/N's grandma ( mother's side ), who recently passed, left her the house she had in the French Quarter and the rest of her money. It was a nice house, but too big for one person to live in. Boys stayed cleared from Y/N because they thought she practiced voodoo like her grandma did, but that was just a rumor that was started during school.
Throwing her Kate Spade handbag on the coffee table, Y/N lays down on the couch. Y/N takes her hair out of the ponytail holder letting her curls spill out. An hour has passed by and Y/N was bored out of her mind. She decides to check her email because the city always emailed her about events going on.
" The Lalaurie Mansion is having a fifty percent off sale on tickets today ", Y/N read aloud.
Her grandmother always told her stories about that place and how Madame Lalaurie was a ange de la mort.
Y/N decided to go because she wanted to learn something new and the tickets were half price...that's a good ass deal!
~ ~ ~
Y/N arms were crossed as the tour guide was speaking. Madame Lalaurie was a true delvish witch. After hearing the things she did to her slaves, she was horrified. What made her want to do this? How can somebody be so crucial to the point where they want to torture them to their death? Those slave did nothing to her.
The tour guide takes her group upstairs leading them to the attic. Immediately Y/N covers her noise because of the horrible smell.
" And this where Delphine Lalaurie tortured and killed many of her slaves."
~ ~ ~
" That was definitely worth it ", Y/N thought to herself.
She decided she wanted to buy something from the gift shop as a little memory. Looking at t-shirts, posters, snow globes, she stops when she sees a wooden doll on the shelf. Y/N could tell it was a slave by the way it was dressed.
" Excuse me sir, how much is this doll?"
The elderly man slowly makes his way over examining the doll with his glasses.
" I haven't set a price on this one yet, but tell you what...I'll give it to you for free ", he smiles.
" Really? Thank you so much."
" No problem. You have a nice evening."
Y/N then places the doll in her purse and exits out if the gift shop.
~ ~ ~
After the tour Y/N met up with some friends to have drinks. It was now twelve o'clock in the morning and she was tired.
Y/N takes the doll out from her purse setting in on the mantle on the fireplace before taking a shower.
The warm water was doing her justice as it was hitting her shoulders. She was about to do her body scrub until she heard a loud crash downstairs. Turning off the shower, she wraps her silk robe around her and grabbing her bat that she kept by her bed.
As she tip toed downstairs she heard slobbering as if somebody or something was eating. She thought it was the neighbor's pit bull and lowered her bat. When she entered the kitchen she saw a man with dirty clothes and a shabby little fro eating on her floor.
" Who are you and how did you get in my house!?"
Y/N raised the bat up like she was getting ready to knock his head off.
" Don't swing!"
She lowers the bat feeling bad that she scared this homeless man half to death.
" I'm so sorry that I scared you, but where did you come from?"
" The doll."
He pointed to the mantle where the doll was no longer at.
" Yeah nice try now come with me."
~ ~ ~
Y/N is very kind hearted person and likes to help people out. As a nice gesture, she gave the man a bath, haircut, new clothes, and food.
She sat at her dining table watching the man chow down on her homemade gumbo.
" This is really good."
" Thank you now let's try this again. Where did you come from?"
" Like I said the doll you brought me home from that evil place."
Her grandma always did say that there was a voodoo lady who saved some of the slaves by transferring their souls in dolls. She grew suspicious. Y/N looked in her trash seeing his clothes were the same ones that were on the doll.
" Keith right?"
" Yes ma'am."
" What year do you think it is?"
" 1833."
Tbc.
a/n I'm hella excited writing this. Since I'm from Louisiana...this is about to be good.
