AUTHOR'S NOTE:-
Hey everyone:) I have this idea for some time in my mind so I finally decided to write it down and turn it into a story:) Hope you people will like this.
SUMMARY:-
They were two different people belonging to two separate worlds with their own priorities. He wanted to be the king, she was happy being the invisible one. He believed love to be a greatest weakness while in her opinion a love would complete you. He hadn't cared for anyone in centuries and she thought it her responsibility to care for others. His life revolved around the kingdom he wished to rule and hers around her family. He was a ruthless hybrid and she- an ordinary girl or she thought so...
But in spite of these huge differences her existence in this world was only for him. She could be his salvation or the biggest weapon to cause his demise.
Will they give each other a chance or will they never cross the line that separate their worlds.
NEW LIFE IN NEW ORLEANS
'Dear Diary,
They say 'The home is where the heart is'.
Does that mean I can never be home again? Because I have left my heart miles behind in North Carolina, the place where I was born, lived eighteen years of my ordinary life and was hoping to die at a very old age.
But then I had to change my plans for mom...
Mom wanted a fresh start- Or actually wished to run away from her past. The two things didn't seem to be much different but they do have a thin line that causes all the difference in the world... Wanting is hoping and Running is escaping...
That's why we are here, running away like fugitives to a new town, new home... a whole new life where we have to build things from a scrap.
At start, I had made my mind to protest for the first time in my grown up life. I might have protested when I was a kid but as long as I remember I had obeyed the people- loved ones or strangers.
But then my decision changed. Because I might have done the same- putting as much distance between myself and the past if I was in her shoes.
As for Sarah, she objected like always, the price that comes with the rebellious nature she possessed. Protesting and fighting... that's what she was doing lately since mom and dad had decided they could no longer bear each other's sight.
It wasn't like I was in favor of their selfish decision but I couldn't control them and I knew it unlike my persistent sister. Then why waste your breath when you could just shut your room's door, lock it and spend the time reading an interesting book, turning a deaf ear to the loud arguing voices whose intensity could even penetrate the thick walls'.
The black-haired girl took her equally black orbs off the diary's smooth page on which she had scribbled in a slanted neat handwriting. Her gaze drifted over to the closed window pane and she straightened her askew black-rimmed, large framed glasses perched on her small nose while looking at her reflection. She squinted to get a better look at the outside world but it was impossible with the pouring rain in the night's darkness.
Steering her eyes away from the window adorned with tiny raindrops, she returned her attention to the diary's page.
'Sarah, taking full advantage of her stubborn side, had done everything she could but in the end like always mom and dad both won. Dad got his wish of being with the woman he claimed to be in love with and mom got her wish of not living with him under one roof.
While I and Sarah- we end up empty handed... defeated, even though we weren't even the participants of the fight- Just the spectators, I- the silent one and Sarah- the loud one'.
"Savannah, can't you just leave your diary alone for a second. I am getting bored here".
The girl's head snapped up in the direction of the grumbling voice and met the striking green orbs of her sister whose head was turned to the back.
"What do you want to talk about, Sarah?" she questioned nonchalantly, placing her diary aside and retrieved a thick book from the backpack placed in her lap.
She leafed through the book searching for the small piece of paper that she had used as a bookmark. Her search lasted only for a minute.
Forgetting that she had asked Sarah a question who hadn't replied, her eyes moved around the page reading each line with great interest, completely immersed while unaware of daggers sent her way.
"I can't believe you are my twin", A long sigh followed those words. "Mom, are you sure you have the right twin. May be you have left my real twin back at the hospital and brought back home the twin of some nerd".
Sarah's green orbs twinkling with mischief darted to the driver's seat where a black-haired pale woman was seated with her whole attention fixed on the road ahead.
In normal circumstances Sarah's remark would have earned a laugh or a chuckle in response but the things weren't normal anymore.
So in reaction to Sarah's comment, their mother's brown eyes left the road momentarily and Sarah was given a look- a stern one to be exact but the effect of the look wasn't any different from the thousand times it had been casted before- zero.
Sarah was right tough. They were polar opposites- if Sarah was north, she was south. If it hadn't been for the birth certificates, she wouldn't even have believed that the crazy and fun-loving girl was her sibling.
They not only had different personalities but looks too.
Sarah had light brown silky wavy hairs with streaks of blonde, the tips barely touching her shoulders. Her stunning green eyes that always gave the impression of some devil in disguise were the most beautiful part of her face with full pouty lips. The girl was lean and taller- 6 feet taller which made Savannah looked like a midget.
She on the other hand was plain and simple. Black bespectacled orbs darker than night's darkness, raven colored dead straight hairs reaching down below the waist that were in immediate need of a haircut and a small frame of 5'1 with a petite body.
But despite their differences, the two were inseparable and had an unbreakable bond.
After sometime the stuffy car was filled with light snores coming from the front. Savannah's lips twisted into a small smile knowing that the devil had finally decided to shut an eye.
Enjoying half an hour of peaceful reading with snores playing in the background, Savannah finally shut the book and put it back in the backpack.
"Do you want me to drive?" she directed at her mother, her voice had a pleading tone to it.
"No", her mother replied firmly without wasting a second, though her voice was laced with barely concealed exhaustion.
"Are you sure?" she asked with raised eyebrows detecting the obvious tiredness.
"Yeah, you should better get some sleep too". It wasn't a suggestion but a plain order.
"Okay", she nodded though her mother couldn't see it.
Savannah took her glasses off and placed them inside a dark black case. Putting the case in a side pocket of her backpack, she stretched her legs and used the backpack to support her head and neck.
Her eyes went to her mother's figure; visibly tensed shoulders and taut posture displayed the mixture of suppressed frustration, rage and a little regret. She could sense the change that had been caused as an after effect of separation.
Savannah had grown up viewing her parents as a perfect couple, the inseparable love birds. She always hoped that one day she would find someone like her father, someone who would love her unconditionally. But when the truth of that unconditional loved had revealed on her, she wished that she would never come across a man who would be like her father.
She shook her head tossing the thoughts out of her mind. There was no point in dwelling on the past.
Savannah switched her attention to the soothing pitter patter of rain drops on the car's roof and waited for sleep to fill her eyes while she imagined how it would be like to live in a new town. She had gone on a few vacations and trips with her family but moving to a new place, calling it home would be a totally new experience.
It would be a little difficult of course but she knew she would manage.
"New Orleans, here I come", she whispered the words and closed her eyes.
"Wake up, Nerdy", someone pulled at the sleeve of her tank-top. "Wake up, we are almost there".
There was an utter silence for a moment- a sign of incoming storm but still she didn't lift her eyelids, wanting to spend some more time with herself. She wanted to let go of the past before opening her eyes to new the world.
A loud gasp escaped her lips and she jolted awake as the cold liquid made contact with her bare skin. She glanced her sister's way- the obvious culprit. Sarah was looking backwards her face stretched into a huge grin with an evidence of her deed in her hands- an empty water bottle.
"Are you insane, Sarah?" her mom yelled disbelievingly.
Savannah shook her head as her twin's grin got even bigger. Sarah was trying her hardest to push her mother's buttons but Savannah knew the reason. Her sister wanted to be an outlet of all the rage that had been boiling inside their mother so that she could find her way back to normal.
Savannah straightened in her seat and wiped the droplets of water from her face with the end of her sleeve. She took out her glasses, cleaned them with the end of her button down cotton shirt and wore them. Then she started reading her unfinished book not paying attention to her surroundings.
After a few minutes of driving, her mother pulled over the car on the side of the road outside a bar with a sign "Rousseau's". She untied her seatbelt and exited the car.
"Where are you going?" Savannah called after her mother.
"I'll be back in a minute", she replied after wheeling around.
"Why do you think she is going in there?" Sarah quizzed curiously.
"I don't know", Savannah shrugged as she watched her mother making her way inside the bar with quick long strides.
The afternoon had almost approached and Sophie Deveraux was alone in the bar surrounded by an utter silence cleaning off the counter with a mop that was held tightly in her hand. As yesterday's events flashed through her mind, her eyes started burning with unshed tears. She hadn't slept for a minute since last night as her sister's dead body kept haunting her thoughts. Jane-Anne had given up her life for a greater cause and now the responsibility was on her to carry out what her sister had started.
The door's creak reached her ears and her head shot up in the direction of the sound. A look of utter bewilderment crossed her face as her eyes landed on the person who had just walked in.
She had changed considerably since their last meeting. Her big brown eyes weren't sparkling with joy; sadness had taken up residence in those orbs. The face was extremely pale like the blood running through her veins had dried and the usually luscious perfectly combed hairs were in a tousled bun.
The lean and tall woman walked over to the counter with slow steps. As the woman approached her, Sophie's mouth opened but she closed it again as words completely failed her.
"Hey Soph", the woman greeted her with a raspy voice.
Sophie continued to stare at the aged face that she had wished to see so badly last night when she had rested the body of her beloved sister with town's witches.
"Eva", Sophie finally found her voice as shock that had taken over her entire body released her.
"How are you?" Eva questioned with a small smile.
The question resurfaced a lot of forgotten memories and anger consumed every fiber of Sophie's body. She discarded the mop on the floor and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What are you doing here?" Sophie questioned back, the expression of surprise was gone and only fury was visible on her face.
"I am here to be with my family again", Eva answered, looking straight in Sophie's eyes.
A/N:-
I know it's short and doesn't have our favorite originals but it's just the starting. Next chapter will have originals in it:) So please tell me your opinion. This story will follow season one of the originals but with a few changes.
Tell me how I can improve and if you have any ideas, suggestions feel free to share. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Any questions you guys have feel free to ask.