࿐☆*:・𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ━━━ ❝ SHE HAS NO IDEA OF THE POWER THAT SHE HOLDS ❞
in which a sixteen-year-old girl contains power that she cannot control, and soon becomes entangled in supernatural drama unfolding right before her very eyes.
remi moo...
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Remi clicked the 'off' button on her phone, the bright light escaping her face as quickly as it came. She only realized that she was smiling when her cheeks began to ache.
It was strange to think that there was a whole other Mikaelson brother that they never told her about, as well as another 'all-powerful witch,' according to Klaus - but it was strange in a good way. Just eleven mere months ago, Remi Moore was a shy, hopeless orphan with confidence the size of a peanut. Now, she has a family - well, technically two: the Mikaelsons, and the newly discovered DeMarcos.
She felt the car drive over a bump, her head bumping against the window she had been peering out of for hours. Her eyes moved toward the flickering sign that read 'Budget Inn Motel,' and a subconscious shiver racked her spine. The pitch-black darkness combined the eery chirping of cicadas definitely did not sit well with her.
Armand pulled into a parking spot in front of the one-story motel, shifting the car into park and turning off the engine. "It isn't the best, but I guess it'll have to do for the night," he shrugged as he hopped out of the car, grabbing his singular duffle bag from the trunk.
Remi did the same, following closely behind as he walked up to one of the several doors that seemed vacant. The door creaked open and dust immediately scattered everywhere. Remi bit her thumb, cautiously eyeing the eyeing the beds probably infested with god-knows-what.
"It looks like someone died in here," she stated, walking over to one of the two twin beds and dropping her bags on the floor with a thud.
"We're in Alabama . . . someone probably did."
The two flopped onto their beds, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh. There wasn't even a TV in the room, no form of mind-dulling entertainment whatsoever for that matter. The now familiar silence continued, except for the occasional car that sped down the road.
"Can I ask you a weird question?" Remi asked out of the blue, her eyes still focused on the bleak cream-colored ceiling above her.
"Sure, go for it."
"But just don't be mad at me for asking, please."
"Why would I be mad at you?" Armand asked, his head turning toward her.
Remi bit her lip. She could feel her heartbeat in her eyeballs. "Why did you leave me and mom when I was a baby?" she spoke, barely above a whisper. Her heart pounded beneath her ribcage and she felt as if she was going to throw up. She had always promised herself that she would ask that question if she ever met her father, and she was terrified of the answer.
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"Wow. We're gone a year and nothing's changed," the dark-haired witch mused, Kol's hand intertwined with her own. They casually walked throughout the upstairs hallway of the dim abattoir, the soles of their shoes clacking against the floor.
