ππππππππ πππππ (ANGEL)
Older. Scary. Silent.
Damon Lars was always lurking in the shadows, a sinister presence that scared me. It would be oblivious for me not to notice him even in the darkest areas. He was there. Maybe invisible to others, not to me. My brother's best friend, Damon, was notorious for his dark reputation. While I immersed myself in books, I could feel his gaze upon me.
Sometimes, I feel him notice me too.
No one knows what happens when all my brother's friends are busy. I saw him.
Every day.
And I vowed to keep my mouth shut.
My secret.
And his.
STELLA RUSSEL (PRINCESS)
Rich. Entitled. Bratty.
That was me, and I'm proud.
I hated Grayson Meadows. He constantly treated me as if I were a spoiled rich brat - which I was - our fathers being business partners made us around each other a lot. Despite his mocking, he always protected me, causing me to feel uneasy in his presence. If I harbor such animosity towards him, why do I find myself concerned for him too?
I hate him.
But I fucking need him more.
LILIANA ROSELINE (DOLLFACE)
Jaxon's intense gaze always sent shivers down my spine, as if he could see right through me. He was Marci's violent older brother, a brooding figure with a penchant for chaos. Danger seemed to emanate from him like a dark aura. Yet, amidst his menacing aura, he would fixate his eyes on me, as if I were the epitome of perfection.
But could a girl, so perfect, ever be enticed by a man like him? Yes, because I'm so deep down in love with him.
AVERY RAVEN (LITTLE DEVIL)
Alessio, the loud figure, refers to me as the 'little devil' and feigns animosity towards me. He says he hates me a lot. However, deep down, I am aware that his feelings are quite the opposite. In the dead of night, when the world slumbers, he clandestinely dials my number on each of my birthdays, evoking an unsettling sensation within me.
Until last summer, when everything went south and I ruined Alessio's life
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 tranquilityβ. 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.