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Ongoing, First published Mar 18, 2018
There is this small time Youtuber that I have gained a likening to and I wanted to write some fanfiction of his characters. I came up with this AU in my head and decided to write it so... here ya go.
In a world where humans are not the only intelligent race there are multiple views on how the races should get along. There are the ones who believe we all should be equal, like good people. There are the ones who believe only certain creatures are allowed equal treatment among humans. I mean, some of them are KINDA murdery. Then there are the ones who believe in human superiority and  hate all non-humans. Dumb speciest. There are also those human superiority supporters who want to cleanse the world of non-humans. Those exist... yeah...

So this story takes place in Riftdale! A small town home to a vampire hunting agency know as the Riftdale Vampire Hunters, also know as the RDVH.  Riftdale manly have a problem with vampires. The most recent one is a vampire in priest robes. Leaving his victims drain of any blood. His most recent victim is known as Bart, a artist who had some bad luck. Chief and Smith both work as vampire hunters, but Smith has a secret. What is that secret? Why don't you read and find out? Have to incite you some way. Another agency that is gaining importance in Riftdale is The Eye. They believe that anything that isn't human should be killed or destroyed. Depends on if you can be killed or not. The biggest thorn in The Eye's side is Clairvoyance. A mage that is actively planning against them. That is about it. The only other thing that is going on is too normal to really care about. There is this really average guy named Mike that is just really average and not worth mentioning. Oh, I almost forgot to add there is Dad and Mom. They're everyone's parents and don't like when their children are fighting.  
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The Quarter is quiet. Marcellus controls the vampires. The wolves live like outcasts in the Bayou. The Witches have a rocky peace with the vampires. The Mikaelsons raise Hope in their family home. All is peaceful, quiet despite the minor disputes. However the newest Scottish visitors have a long history that they plan on bringing to town. --- "They don't like the idea of new vampires in New Orleans." He reports shamefully, holding his head downwards. The butler seemed as though fearing for his life. I hold the lavender ball gown up to my chest, looking at myself in the floor length mirror. "On the contrary, dear Joseph," I pause, listening as my sweet Scottish accented voice floats around the room in tranquility​. I turn to him, my ice eyes resting on him. "We are very, very old vampires." I drop the dress, and the butler looks up in fear. My movements are as fast as a striking snake, tearing out his throat in such a swift movement there's barely any mess. I look into his eyes as he raises his hands to his neck, falling to the ground in a light thump. I walk back and pick up the lavender dress, admiring my smiling reflection in the mirror as the tragically human butler bleeds out onto the expensive Russian rug. --- Some plot lines and moments of the Originals has been altered for this story. Camille is human (alive). Marcel is not a super vamp. However, Hope is seven years old. I only own the events and Characters I design, the rest all belong to the CW and the wonderful writers. Edit:: The Title has been changed from Casket Crowns to Her Majesty The reasoning is that the characters designed in this story are being used in a series of novels that will NOT be fan fictions. If you're interested in Merida and her brothers furthermore, stay tuned for the actual Fiction/Fantasy book I'll publish on my profile. August 10, 2020 UPDATE: This story is old, I started it several years ago and therefore has many flaws. Read at your own risk.