Niklaus's Angelic Trumpet Chapter 1, an originals fanfic

My first Original fanfiction. Here's the first chapter. I hope I did (and do) all the characters justice and I hope you all enjoy my OC(s). The song lyrics I used is from the group STARSET the song is called Point of No Return, the other song titles are also from this group whom I really like. You should check them out. Leave a review.

(Story starts 5 years before the TV show is set)

CITY: Moscow, Russia

TIME: 10:25 pm

PLACE: Ivanov Mansion

I finished my smoky-dark make-up that I had created to look like a sexy face mask adding a few sparkles to different areas of my face to highlight the 'mask' like effect of the makeup. After making sure that all of my tattoo's were covered by makeup that was the same golden color as my skin I ran a comb through my hip length jet black hair that I knew had a violet and a cornflower blue streak on the left side and a crimson and a emerald streak in the right side. I braided several parts of it and put it up in an edgy but beautiful and elegant way. At least that's what Rachel, whom I was face timing so she could advise me, said.

The dress I was wearing was a black floor length gown that had tank straps joined by sheer off-the-shoulder straps that support a fitted bodice featuring a plunging sweetheart neckline and an empire waistline that had several skulls in diamonds and sapphires arranged to look like an Angel Trumpet flower and there was a slit up dangerously high on my left thigh. I added black silk thigh high stockings which you could see the top of from the slit and a pair of red Christian Louboutin Eugenie Pumps that Rachel had bought me for Christmas two years ago and I had never worn putting me at 6'4 with the added 5 inches of heel.

A black dragon earring looped through six of my left ear piercings that had ruby in place of its eyes the other two piercings I left empty then in my right ear I had all eight piercings filled the first six had plain sapphires, rubies, amythest and diamonds but the last two piercings were a small pair of silver crosses. I had on a thin golden chain necklace that had a small diamond skull with an even smaller sapphire butterfly sitting on the top right part of the skull.

I didn't put on any bracelets as they tended to tangle with my hair and my nails were painted a sparkly black with a blue, gold and red flame on them, they had been done professionally a few hours before. As soon as Rachel signed off on my finished look I said goodbye, I had just hung up when there was a knock on the door.

"Adira are you ready? It's almost time." Marcus, my friend, Rachel's manager said as he knocked on the door again before opening it and entering into the room that had been prepared for me in order for me to get ready for the event that I had agreed to sing at as long as three things happened. First no-one was told my real name, second no-one saw my real face and third I would only sing the six new song's that Rachel had been suppose to sing before leaving the event.

All three of my terms were agreed to and Rachel's manager, Marcus, was desperate for another singer to take Rachel's place in really short notice since she had come down with the flu bug I had sung back-up for her a few times and he knew how good I was he had asked me several times to sing professionally which I had refused, so he agreed to take me in her place. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind as I turned my attention to him standing up and walking towards him I could feel him looking me up and down. I knew he had his answer so I walked up to him and raised an eyebrow at him, reminding him of what he needed to do.

I felt reach out towards my arm and smoothly moved forwards reaching my own hand to grasp his and then adjust our arms so I was holding onto the crook of his elbow. "Here to sing the last few songs of the night the lovely exotic Angel!" Marcus said as he gently guided me to my place and handed me the microphone. I heard several male whistles and gave a smirk in their direction before turning to where Marcus had told me the band was and nodding. The piano began to play and I started to sing my slightly husky alto voice fitting perfectly with the song's I had written for Rachel to sing for the first time today, ( Point of No Return - It has Begun – Carnivore – My Demons - Let it Die - Down with the Fallen )

"There's a memory of how we used to be
That I can see through the flames
I am hypnotized as I fantasize
Forgetting lies and pain
But I can't go back

The ashes call my name

Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames
Breaking the habit and melting the chains
Embracing the fear, chasing the fight
The glow of the fire will light up the night
The bridges are burning, the heat's on my face
Making the past an unreachable place
Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames
I know, this is the point of no return

It's uncontrollable
Such a beautiful desire
There's something sinister about the way it hurts
When I watch it burn
(Higher and higher)
Because I can't go back

The ashes call my name

I won't turn around
I won't turn around
I won't turn around

This is the point of no return
This is the point of no return."

I finished holding out the last note and gave a smile and wave to the wildly applauding audience before I turned and started back the way Marcus had brought me, I felt someone coming towards me from the audience as I continued my way away from the stage. I smelt Marcus's cologne as I heard footsteps coming towards me from my right and turned towards him holding out the microphone which he took before a sexy male voice spoke up from behind me.

"Well for the name Angel you sure seem to know about darkness." The sexy male voice said. A sarcastic smile made its way to my face as I turned away from Marcus to face the guy, "Being blind has that effect." I said shortly before turning away from him and back towards Marcus, "I remember the way back." I told him before starting my way back to the room I had gotten ready in earlier.

"Aren't you going to ask for my name Angel?" The same sexy male voice asked from behind my left shoulder, I turned my head to give the appearance of looking at him as I replied, "Since I'm Angel, I'll just call you Devil." I said before turning to face forward again and walking back to the room. I managed to get to my room without running into anyone or anything as the rest of my sense's managed to paint a grey, black and white picture of everything around me.

HERE'S THE INFORMATION ON THE FLOWER ON MY OC'S (ADIRA'S) DRESS AND SHE HERSELF

Angel's Trumpet (Flower)

The name sounds innocent enough, but all parts of this pretty little plant are poisonous when ingested. What can happen? Just paralysis, confusion, diarrhea, migraine headaches, visual and auditory hallucinations, and death. Oh, and those hallucinations? They have been described as "a powerful trance with violent and unpleasant effects, sickening aftereffects and, at times, temporary insanity." In other words, not so angelic.

Adira is half Arabic, half Russian. Her mother raised her in Egypt for her first eight years and then her mother re-married and sent Adira to live with her birth father in Russia. During her years in Russia Adira became a member of one of the many Russian mobs, since her own father was in it and she grew up around it she found it easy to transition into the mob lifestyle. She was an information gather, a watcher and at the tender age of thirteen she killed her first human. He was a scum bag who had every intention of ruining her and although her dad and the other mob members had taught her several types of fighting and she was taking two different martial arts classes she froze. Then everything seemed to move in slow motion and she saw a glass beer bottle lying on the ground. She dove for it picked it up and broke it over the guy's head and then grabbed hold of his head from behind and jammed the biggest jagged glass shard she could find into his neck and ripped it straight across. At the age of twenty Adira was blinded by an experimental drug that she hadn't known she was being injected with until after the obvious side-effects showed themselves. She at the start of this story is 23 and has since broken away from the mob, her dad and her birth mother and is trying to make a living for herself with the cash she had stashed up and going to college. She wants to leave Russia but feels like she is not yet ready to part from such familiar surroundings.