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Samia'soutfit for the chapter! 😍 (And probably loads of others)
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Hair and makeup look!
-Present-
New Orleans, even the name of the city reminded him of his Mia. It made him feel sick, he wanted to leave tne town but he had a problem to solve. Klaus sees a woman and goes to her
"Good afternoon. Time for one more?" He smiles.
"I have nothing to say to you." Sje starts packing up her stand.
"Oh, now, that's not very amiable, is it? You don't even know me."
"I know what you are. Half-vampire, half-beast. You're the hybrid." She was scared but she seemed more angry.
"I'm the original hybrid, actually, but that's a long story for another time"
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Rebekah’s House
"Where are you going?" She asks Elijah.
"To find out who's making a move against our brother, and then... I'll either stop them, or I'll help them. Depending on my mood." She sighed when he left. Always cleaning up Klaus's messes, always running after Klaus.
Why couldn't she have someone who'd do the same for her?
Oh, wait. She did, then the guilt of what happened seeped in. She pushed the thought of her sister away. It was too painful.
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New Orleans
There is a crowd of witches. They stand, kneel and crouch sadly around the body of their fallen friend, Jane-Anne. The body lies on the ground, obviously dead, with blood on its neck. There are some flowers and candles around the corpse. Sophie Deveraux sits near her sister, weeping silently. All of the witches look depressed.
Samia watches from a roof top out of sight, she was infact stood there for a while. She watched her once innocent and pure younger brother slit a woman's throat.
She was mortified.
Sure she hadn't seen him in 59 years but ... the brother she knew would never-
It didn't matter. She couldn't be in denial, she saw him do it. And she was going to get to the bottom of why.
An angry expression on her face, she toyed with her knifes, turning around and jumping off the roof.
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She walked down the street of New Orleans with such confidence, a blank expression on her face as she eyed every person that walked by. She learnt more from being quiet and observing than asking people questions, she took note of Marcel speaking to a man outside of a church.
She stopped and peered round the corner, listening into the conversation.
"She'll be fine in the attack, tell her she's safe. No one is going to find her." She heard the words straight from Marcels mouth.
Jackpot. He ought to be more quiet in a city full of Vampires.
Marcel eventually walked off and Samia stalked towards the man, she could smell the vervain on him from a mile away so instead of the old mind trick, she knocked him out with the butt of one of her knives. She caught him before he fell to the ground, pulled him inside the church and dropped him to the floor.
She smiled down at the unconscious body, "Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
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The attic. She reminds herself. She walks down the isle and to a closed door. Locked. Rolling her eyes, she breaks the handle and boots the door open with her heel.
She licks the front of her teeth, a challenging expression on her face, walking up the stairs that led her to where Davina was hidden.
But she was completely clueless as to what could happen.
She opened the second door, regardless of the fact she could potentially die. "Marcel, you're bac-" the girl was sat on the floor, folding some clothes.
She was young, brown hair, blue eyes and she looked frightened. "What are you doing in here?!" The fear suddenly turned into anger, she felt the need to protect herself when she saw Samia. Although Samia can't get through due to the spell.
"Calm down." Samia rolls her eyes, "I'm Samia."
"Samia?! Marcel's sister Samia? Wow, oh my God. The witches spoke about you alot, you know, you being the chosen one. How your wishes come true..."
"Yeah that's all just shambles." Samia shrugs, it was true but she'd always denied that part of herself.
"Oh, well why are you here? Come in."
"I just missed my brother." Samia's voice was a sweet kick between American and British and every now and then her old Barbados accent would pop up.
"He misses you too." She smiles.
A/n Marcel definitely isnt the only ones that'schanged! What do you think it was Rebekah felt guilty about?
I have some GREAT plans for Samia hehe and some really good ships
