"What is wrong with you, Memphis? What the hell happened?"
"I don't know, Houston. Stop asking me so many questions."
"You aren't supposed to remember my name. You aren't supposed to remember anything. Where do the Sabres play? When did our eight week old kitten get killed? Did the Bruins beat the Canadiens last week? What did our father die from?"
"Uh...the Sabres play at KeyBank Center. As for Elliot, he died on June 6, 2042. The B's fell to the Habs 4-1 in Montreal last week, and our father was hit by a car. What do you want, Houston? Why are we turning this into an interrogation room?"
"It's because, Memphis, three days ago was your fourteenth birthday. On that day, all your memories were to be erased, but it didn't work. You seem to remember over half your memories, but you aren't supposed to remember even one."
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The year is 2049. Twenty-five years ago, scientists revealed a new plan to make the world a better place. On every person's 14th birthday, their personal memories would be completely erased, leaving them with only basic skills like walking, eating, and breathing and academic skills up to eighth grade level. From several successful tests, scientists determined that without traumatic childhood experiences, people wouldn't have as much built-up anger to release on others. Up until present day, everything has worked. But on August 1, 2049, a girl named Memphis comes back from the MemoCenter in downtown St. Louis remembering nearly everything.
Memphis remembers that she was born in Laval, Canada, to Adeline and Laurent Turcotte, on July 29, 2035. She knows that she became a US citizen when her family moved to Missouri in 2038, and that her 18-year-old brother is Houston. She knows the names of all 32 NHL teams, and worst of all, she remembers every event from her childhood and early adolescence.
If anyone finds out, she will be executed. Will Memphis Turcotte keep her secret, or will this be one thing she forgets?
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Word count: about 37k
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.
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"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.
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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.