[A/N] - Hello dearies! Your favourite author is once again back and with a new story. Now, this is not from the normal cliche stories but belongs to the rare category of Descendants. That's right, your fav characters & their kids in a modern world. Mysteries, old grudges, humour, crushes and many more await you if you intend to give this story a shot.
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Vigilante24
In every High school, you have different social cycles where each student belongs to. Now, what would happen if 4 students from very different groups end up being a target by an unknown individual that hides in the shadows?
Will each one try to save him or herself? Or, will they stick together and try to solve this mystery as a team, only to also find out that they are connected by more than just mere coincidences and incidents.
In a big mansion at the outskirts of Paris, a brown-haired boy was fixing his hair on the mirror of his private bathroom. He was no more than 17 with blue eyes and athletic physic; broad shoulders and muscled upper arms.
Once done, he went back to his room and checked the body length mirror; or better say check his outfit on the body length mirror. He wore a pair of blue jeans with white trainers and a tight black t-shirt that exposed his muscled chest and veins on his arms.
He grabbed his red school jacket that had black lines on the collar, black sleeves and black buttons. On the back, was the school's mascot, the Grims, which was grim reaper in a dark blue cloak and a giant scythe; his hands those of a skeleton and his face as well as it grinned evilly and emphasized the yellow eyes.
At the same time on the room next to him, another brunette was getting dressed; a girl around the age of 15 with big black glasses and big dove brown eyes. She brushed her straight hair and tighten them into two low ponytails before getting dressed.
She chose a crème thin sweater with sleeves stopping at the middle of her palm, dark blue tight jeans and black trainers. Once checking herself in the mirror, she smiled faintly until her eyes landed on a picture on her desk.
She walked there and held it in her arms, it was a family picture consisting of her, her brother, mother and father. Her hands went above the beautiful face of her mother with the curly brown hair and big eyes like hers.
She was a true innocent beauty.
Leaving out a sigh, she placed the picture back on her desk and grabbed her light blue school bag. She placed it on one shoulder and headed out of her room. As she turns and walks towards the grand staircase, the other boy walks out of his room.
"Bonjour Esmé"
"Bonjour Gustave"
The duo made their way to the big kitchen where a maid was already making them breakfast. Once they sat down on the big kitchen table made from red oak, two plates were placed in front of them; filled with French croissants, eggs, bacon, and French toast.
As the two of them started to eat, a woman walked into the room.
Her brown haired were curled and bounced with each step and she had big brown innocent dove eyes. She was dressed in a light blue strapless dress that was tight around her waist and showed her curves but on a loose like a skirt from the waist and below, stopping a little after her knees.
The dress was accompanied by sort heels like sandals that strapped around her lower leg, diamond earrings on her ears and a diamond necklace around her neck.
"Bonjour," she said with a smile and kissed their heads.
"You look absolutely beautiful mère," the girl said.
"And you look absolutely cute," the woman said as she cupped the girl's cheeks while the boy rolled his eyes.
"Christine! Where are you?" a male's voice reached their ears.
"Kitchen"
A minute later, a man walked into the room. He had dirty blond to brown long straight hair that stopped a little after his shoulders and bright blue eyes. He wore a black tuxedo with a crème shirt beneath that was unbuttoned up to the 3 first buttons.
"Oh Raoul, you look lovely," Christine said and walked to him, giving him a kiss.
"Do you mind? We are eating here" Gustave said and earned a punch on the forearm by the younger girl. "What?"
"It is romantic. Do not spoil it for them"
"Well, they can go to another room then"
"No wonder you have no girlfriend" Esmé muttered and shook her head.
"Hey! I do not have one because I do not need one you know"
"Children, play nice," Christine said with an amused smile. "Also, you will be late for school"
Everyone looked at the clock and noticed it was 30 minutes to 8.
"Your mother is right. You two have to go or you will be late and the De Changy-"
"Are always on time" the two kids finished for him.
"Precisely"
The two kids rolled their eyes but stood up and grabbed their bags before heading towards the door where the limo was waiting for them.
At the other side of the city, in a simple two-story house
A 17-year-old girl, with black hair and light blue eyes, was in front of the mirror, adjusting her eyeliner and mascara; giving her a more gothic style. She then grabbed her black lipstick and wore it before pushing a strand behind her ear.
She had on dark tight ripped black jeans with two chains connecting the front pockets with the back ones. A simple black plain t-shirt on top that was tight on her skin and different bracelets on both arms.
All of them were black leather with either silver fake spikes of different sizes. Around her neck was a silver small human skull that was hanged by a silver chain and stopped a little after her chest.
She wore the black army boots that stopped above her ankle with black belts around them and grabbed a black bag that had a red rose, a human skull and a tombstone sewed on it. Holding it on her right she made her way into the kitchen where a man had his back turned on her and was washing dishes.
On the table not too far away from her, there was a plate with fried eggs, some fresh bread with hummus, apple slices and a cup of tea.
"Bonjour père," she said as she dropped her bag and sat on the chair.
"Bonjour Mon Cher," the man said as he wiped his hands and turned to look at her.
He was tall with broad shoulders, a strong jawline and light blue eyes identical to hers; black hair that was slicked back and stopped at the end of his neck and a white porcelain mask covering almost half of his face.
He wore a white shirt with the 4 buttons open to expose his toned chest and black pants. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbow and exposed strong arms.
He gave a kiss on her head and went inside, leaving the girl to eat her food. Once she was done, she washed the plate and she grabbed her back. She walked to the door and wore the black leather jacket before strapping her bag on her right shoulder.
She was busy deciding which song to play on her phone, her black headphones around her neck and hanging on her chest. Steps made her look up from her phone as her father walked towards her.
He had worn a black fancy jacket and had even buttoned up his shirt, leaving only one open.
"How do I look?" he asked as he wore his black gloves and stood in front of his daughter.
"Per usual… wait" the girl said and placed the phone in her back pocket before her hands go to the mask. She adjusted a little better and gave a small smile of approval.
"Thank you, Angelique"
"You will do great. It is impossible not to love your music" the girl said and earned a kiss on the head by her father.
"Go now, better not to be late for school. I will see you in the evening"
The girl gave a nod and grabbed her phone, pressing on the shuffle button and wore her headphones before opening the door and take down the road towards her school, loud music playing from the headphones.
Centre of Paris above a ballet dance studio. A blond girl with green-blue eyes was getting dressed while fighting the urge to dance at the music playing throughout the house. She wore a black skirt that stopped and a white shirt – a blouse with no sleeves.
Her legs were covered by long shocks that stopped below her knee and black ballerina styled shoes. She grabbed and wore a thin black jacket with no buttons that stopped a little after her rear and then a brown bag that was held by a brown leather strap diagonally on her body.
She slightly danced and entered the kitchen where an older woman with identical hair and blue eyes was cooking. She let the pan down and stood on the tip of her toes before doing a small fast spin.
Through the spin, she managed to spot the younger girl who walked –ran a little and did a cart on the air, her hands spread on the sides as she landed smoothly on both legs and finished with a split.
The older woman clapped.
"10/10 Belle," the woman said and stopped once she smelled something burning. Quickly she turned her attention to the stove as smoke was coming from the pan. She quickly killed the fire and coughed as she used her hand like a fan to help dissolve the smoke.
Once it was cleared, it exposed two half-burnt bread toasts.
"No worries Mère. They are still eatable and I am responsible by drawing your attention" the girl said as she stood up and grabbed one piece of bread before biting it.
"No, I need to be more careful when I cook Belle," the older woman said and left out a sigh.
"You cook better than I do"
The two of them looked at each other and laughed until the sound of a car's honk was heard.
"The bus!" the older woman said and quickly shoved Belle out of the house, only for her to ran towards the school bus that was waiting for her.
High School Populaire
Dozens and dozens of students were walking towards it, were inside it or standing outside. Small circles and groups already formed each circle with specific characteristics on their dressing code and individuals that made it.
Angelique arrived 10 minutes to 8 and pulled off her headphones while also closing the music. Her light blue eyes scanned the front of the school until she found the group she was looking for.
A group of around 5 people dressed in similar black clothing, earrings, rings and dark makeup was standing on the shade close to the walls of the building. They acknowledged her with a nod of their heads and walked towards them.
At the same time, the limo stopped in front of the house and Gustave with Esmé walked out of it. They quickly parted without any exchange of words or glances. The male went towards the football team players that all wore the same jacket with different numbers sewed on their sleeves.
One threw a rugby ball at him which he easily caught and spin it on one finger while making his way to them. He earned a few friendly slaps on the back and immediately joined the conversation.
Esmé, on the other hand, stood close to the stairs and was waiting patiently next to another girl with glasses who also had braces. On her chest, she held on her notebooks and her fingers tapped on its cover on a silent tune.
After a few minutes, a tall skinny guy dressed in brown pants, white shirt and a white and black checked vest joined them and the trio started their own conversation.
The school bus came 3 minutes before 8 and all the kids inside quickly exited and walked towards their friends. Belle was from the first one who had practically jumped out of it and fixed her skirt before walking to a big group of around 8 girls.
"For a moment we thought you missed it," the redhead who seemed to be also the leader said, her accent thick and foreign.
"I didn't though. I told you I would never do it, Carlotta" Belle said as she was scanned and then commented about her outfit using the words 'cute' and 'pretty'.
Carlotta rolled her eyes and with perfect timing, the school bell was heard and everyone started to make their way inside.