Burning Flame

Prologue

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She walked the French Quarter, rumors of fire-bounded beasts spread like wildfire. It was true, she is one of the said fire-bounded beasts. Except her skin isn't peeling off, or her wolf isn't deadly looking. Her wolf is a pure black werewolf, standing taller than any male or female wolf. She would become consumed when walking by fire, that it just made her feel right. She walked past a bar, she stopped freezing in place. She felt a burning sensation - it wasn't burning bad, it was a good burn - on her tattoos.

She looked up smirking, she crossed the street and sprinted inside. Her heart was surely beating faster a she made way through the slightly crowded place. She found herself a booth, a waitress came over to her.

She squinted at the waitress, "Camille is such a lovely name." "Oh, why thank you! Uh erm, what's your name? I bet it's just as lovely as mine." "Aria, it's really not." "But Aria? It's so beautiful, makes me think of Ariana." "Yeah, that's what I like to think of it." She chuckled. "Anyway, how can I start you off?" "Bourbon, I like it a lot, and oh a cheeseburger and fries."

Camille nodded leave the booth to let Aria's mind wander. She sighed pulling out her phone as a witch made her way to the booth. She sat across from her, Aria could hear her heart beating from her chest. Her eyes scanned the witch's eyes.

"I'm Davina, you must be one of the deadliest creatures in the French Quarter." She said looking at Aria. "Huh, I don't seem deadly, what makes you-"

Aria's hands went to her head as she screamed, it shattered glass and even knocked out humans, nonsupernatural from a mile away. Aria stood up growling at the witch in front of her. Every supernatural looked their way including the originals.

"How dare you-" Aria groaned. "The scream of the Hellhound." She smirked standing up. "I'm going to-" Aria clenched her stomach. "You little bitch." She growled out.

Davina flung her hand out, twisting making Aria scream out in pain. Her eyes burned with anger, forest green irises shifting to crimson orange flamed irises. The physical pain that Aria was in was indescribable, she physical shook as she tried to move forward. Davina started to slur out words of Latin that formed spells.

A witch came forward with a dagger of pure Onyx Mercury, Aria shook off the spells. Her attention turning the witch running at her. Aria managed to get out of her state of distortion and grab the dagger with her bare hands. Her hand started to turn grey, it looked like she was desecrating on the spot as if she was a vampire.

She rammed her hand into the witch's chest ripping the heart out. Her hand dropped the dagger, her skin bubbled and burned. Davina dove for the dagger, Aria foot catching her face flying the young witch backward. Marcel launched up from his seat only for a enflame fist to collide with it. He successfully put the fire out on the spot, as Aria turned her attention to Davina.

"I, personally always hated witches." She snorted stepping forward only to be slammed into a wall by a random vampire.

In the middle of the fight a tattoo of Elijah shown through when her shirt lifted up just a bit. The vampire saw it and backed away with fear in his eyes.

"I-I-I had no idea!" He whimpered imagining all the horrible things that Elijah would do to him.

Aria snarled at him in response, her red hair a mess as she flung out her claws effortlessly. Her claws moved fast catching the vampire in his face, he dropped to the floor groaning as she shrugged lazily. Her claws retracted as her crimson orange eyes scanned the mess. Her eyes went to Davina, the young witch groaning in pain from a broken nose. Aria looked down at her blood red stilettos, a small smirk appearing as she walked over to Davina.