Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, on the same day, that she is not human.
(The Immortals' remake) (Elijah x OC) (OC portrayed by Lily Collins)
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Mackenzie Alemaund was an eighteen-year-old senior high school student living in Mystic Falls alone with her step-father. She was a quiet girl who didn't bother anyone. She was top of her class, always had been, always will be. There wasn't anything special about Mackenzie Alemaund. She liked to read and listen to music, nothing extraordinary there, but she had a certain talent when it came to the arts. She could draw and paint magnificent pieces that somehow always ended up in the trash. There used to be a time, a long time ago, when her drawings were pinned to the fridge or the walls of the house, back when her mother was still alive. Back when she was happy. Back when she was just a kid.
Now, Mackenzie was afraid to be inside her own house. Afraid to speak. Afraid to breathe.
Mackenzie had no friends, no enemies. She knew people, and people knew of her. But nobody really cared. Not that she minded. She didn't find her situation particularly unfair, though it was, she just didn't think about her situation at all. Every day was a struggle. Every day was about getting hurt as less as possible. She didn't have time to think about how it should be, she could only think about what it would be if she made just one little mistake.
Strategically, she thought going to the masquerade ball at the Lockwood mansion would be the best way to not get hurt at all that day. She would come home late, when he should be asleep.
Yes, it was definitely the best plan.
It was dark away from the mansion, where Mackenzie could still hear the music and the laughs of the people partying in masks. She was holding the stick of hers in her right hand, the large white feather brushing against the skin of her cleavage. She had made it herself, though it was so well-done that nobody actually believed her when they asked where she got it. It was white and purple, somehow the color was barely noticeable, and it matched the purple ball gown she had bought with her mother when she was sixteen for her first prom. It was a sleeveless elegant and modern dress that fit her perfectly, it was long enough that nobody could notice the ballerina flats she was wearing but not too long that she would stumble on it and make a fool of herself.
