Enchanted | Teen Wolf x Originals ✔️

< Introduction >

Aine Zephyr. She was the prettiest girl in New Orleans.

Or so her siblings had always said.

If it hadn't been for the old, ragged and second-handed clothes that she received from her elder sister and the dirt that was always smeared on her cheeks... she probably would've been crowned as a princess.

Both her and her Mother shared their looks. Long and soft black hair that reached their bottom and if you stared at it in the sun it almost seemed blue. They both had the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes and the cutest button nose. Freckles were spread across their nose and cheeks and they were both short.

They seemed perfect to everyone.

At least that's what they thought. Problems were never shared outside the house as once Aines mother would step out, she'd have to force a smile onto her face that everyone thought was so real.

Turns out the town found out about how imperfect the family actually was when Aines father went crazy and killed his wife. Later on he ended up killing himself. No one knows why he ended up driving himself to become so insane but no one questioned it either way.

Aines mothers friend, who was a witch, helped the little girl into a new home as she couldn't look after the four-year-old. She wasn't prepared yet.

The Mikaelson family was a family full of vampires. Extremely dangerous vampires in fact. They only decided to take the four-year-old fairy in when they heard about how powerful she could become when she turned eighteen.

So Mr Mikaelson made the witch set a curse on her. One where she also had the effects of a vampire. One where she could be exactly like her siblings - or so a hybrid like her brother.

When the whole town had finally heard of Aines power a few years later, things ended up becoming hectic. The town charged up to the Mikaelson house with weapons and fire... greedily wanting to take the girl away.

The witch came by and helped the family escape, taking Aine away secretly. She and her strong witch friends began whispering away, letting out the words where Aine could disappear. Maybe even be dead for a couple of years before appearing again.

Maybe somewhere where anyone would last expect it.

Perhaps... Beacon Hills.