“Nora, can you do what I just said?” Lillian spoke very firmly, and Nora could’ve sworn she heard metal moving against metal in her satchel. Nora merely assumed that she had some knick-knacks in her bag.
“Fine, but you’re explaining what’s going on when we get to your house, okay?”
Nora began to speed up a bit, letting Lillian fall behind. Then, from behind her came a deep thump and something hitting the ground. Nora whirled around and saw Lillian, the hand that was in her bag extended as though she'd just thrown something, and a red thing on the ground, a silver thing buried deep in its chest. The creature was writhing, then exploded to ash, revealing what the silver thing was. It was a blade, of shiny silver and gold metal, that clattered onto the concrete. Lillian stood up straight, walked over casually to the blade, picked it up and slipped it into her satchel, sealing it with the buckles. She turned around, and saw Nora's shocked and terrified face. Lillian's expression, the same calm one as before, vanished into worry, and anger.
(Warning: Girlxgirl and strong language from certain characters. Do not read if you disapprove of either, or both.)
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.