AUTHOR'S NOTE:-
Hey everyone:) I am back with the third chapter. Hope you people will like it.
This chapter has a few scenes from episode 2 of the Originals. I am not going to write whole episodes just the important scenes. I hope that's okay.
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Disclaimer: The Originals belong to its rightful owners. Savannah, her family and the little changes to the original plot belong to me.
Previously On The Originals:-
"Savy", Sarah shook her, helping her to escape the trance that had clouded her consciousness.
"What?" she questioned back hoarsely, as she used all her efforts to stop herself from looking his way.
"Seems like her shift was already over, let's go home", Sarah said back.
"Okay", she nodded.
Savannah quickly stole a reluctant stare in his direction but he had vanished just like the mystifying force that had been experienced by her moments ago. And a feeling inside her told her that he wasn't anywhere in the bar.
BREAKING POINT:-
Accompanied by her tall twin sister who had made sure to suck every last drop out of Savannah's unfinished beer bottle after she had finished her own, the petite girl made her way towards the exit being very cautious on not to plow into the people who were busting in and out of the bar.
Since Savannah had locked gazes with a certain guy, a bizarre feeling was stirring in the pit of her stomach, a sensation so foreign that she couldn't entitle it with a name other than 'eerie'.
Though she was sure tonight wouldn't be in the list of nights that she regarded as comfortable and peaceful as she felt the sensations rushing back with full force.
The petite girl swiftly wiped off the sweat beads trailing down her moisten forehead into the jet-black eyebrows with the open cuff of her sleeve before they would get a chance to blur her vision.
Tossing the thoughts of uneasiness out of her mind and trying hardest to ignore burdensome effects, she stepped out of Rousseau's behind Sarah.
The light gentle breeze caressing her face was clean and fresh if you exclude the lingering scent of alcohol so strong she could almost taste it on the tip of her tongue making her shudder involuntary. The streets were jam-packed with people, their gazes wandering in awe at the sights in front of them- the unrealistic voodoo shops, the pubs, bars and restaurants lining up the sides of streets. Most of people were swaying, drunken and somber ones alike, and their sweating bodies crashing against each other, like they had no troubles.
"Wow", Sarah breathed out.
Savannah's attention diverted to her sister's way. She didn't have to be a mind reader to pick up what was the angle of Sarah's thoughts. Though, her twin's mesmerized expression and saucer-eyes did help a lot.
"Isn't it amazing", Sarah stated it like a fact, her eyes never leaving the pleasurable sights in front of her that had captured her unwavering focus.
Savannah contradicted Sarah's words but inwardly. She wouldn't call it amazing.
However, if the street wasn't that crowded and the reeking smell of alcohol wasn't so potent, then it would definitely be a view to watch.
While Sarah was feasting her eyes on her surroundings and Savannah was hoping mutely that her sister wouldn't want to stay, they were interrupted by a dark-skinned guy with curly brown hairs and brown eyes.
He passed Sarah a flyer with a friendly smile on his face and then went away.
"Abattoir where the party never ends", Sarah read out loud, an excited gleam sparkling in green pools. "What do you say?" she directed at Savannah, asking for her opinion.
"It's late", Savannah stated simply, shrugging her shoulders while she fiddled with her earlobe.
"It would be fun", Sarah countered, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Okay".
After the abrupt interruption in the gaze-to-gaze encounter with a girl he was certain he had never seen in French Quarter, Klaus zipped out of the place using the advantage of his inhumane pace.
Utter confusion was building inside him. The inexplicable force had left leaving behind its effects- muddled thoughts, heightened intrigue, undeniable fascination but there was something else.
Fear...
The immortal hybrid who had never been intimidated by a being in his thousands years of existence apart from Mikael- his vampire hunter step-father, was for the first time in a very long time had been terrified, almost felt weak and vulnerable under the scrutinizing look that the coal-black naïve orbs had casted his way.
Like one look at his self would be enough to unravel the mystery he was.
So, he had done what he was used to doing, to escape the danger he didn't has the guts to face- he had fled.
As he strolled down a dark narrow alley that was lacking the presence of any living being literally, as he had already crossed the barrier of mortal death, the hybrid recalled his actions in his mind.
Fury boiled up inside his chest at his ludicrous act and he had almost punched the only source of light available, a lamppost but he retraced his hand just before it collided with its aim.
It had been just a co-incidence he assured himself. There was nothing else- no mystifying powerful force.
It had been just a chance that his eyes landed on the black-haired girl. Anyone who would have been sitting in a bar reading a book on some scientist would have definitely caught people's attention.
And she was beautiful too there was no denying it but he had seen countless exotic beauties.
Right now he had more pressing issues than wasting his time on thinking about pretty little faces- like executing his master plan of dismantling Marcel's empire. So, he dumped the thoughts of a certain stranger girl in the non-visiting pile of his mind.
Bracing himself and hiding any little hint of puzzlement, he slipped back the mask of indifference and resilient self before sweeping into the place where the namely king of New Orléans had invited him.
ABBATOIR- a place where the party never ends…
At least for the creatures of darkness.
The ignorant human tourists with fresh blood coursing through their veins when stepped inside the dimly lit large arena with blasting music playing in the background and provision of free alcoholic beverages weren't aware of the lurking danger that was waiting for the midnight to raise its head.
"Then, at the stroke of midnight, everything changes, and it's time to feed", Marcel informed, leading Klaus to a balcony overlooking the party.
All of a sudden the vampires that were expertly controlling their hunger unleashed it on the human faction. Loud shrieks echoing in the room were muffled by the deafening sounds blaring from speakers as the vampires viciously bit in to humans' flesh and suck the blood out of their bodies leaving them still and limp.
"This is how I keep my guys happy: the occasional, all-you-can-eat buffet", Marcel announced, gesturing towards the ongoing blood-sucking spree, with no hints of mercy. "My night-walkers love it. I've got 'em working hard, trying to earn one of these daylight rings", he added showing the hybrid his daylight ring. "They deserve to blow off a little steam. My day-walkers, the trusted few – they just like the party", he laughed at the end of the statement.
The light blue orbs of the hybrid wandered around the area with barely concealed spite and envy, but as his companion wasn't reading his face, his expressions had been gone undetectable.
Suddenly the blue eyes fell on a petite girl cowering in the shadows. Diego, one of Marcel's trusted men, approached her.
A troubled look replaced the previous jealousy on the hybrid's face.
But it was gone immediately when Diego mercilessly dragged her out of the dark, and he saw that she wasn't the one he had thought.
"It's quite an operation", Klaus stated staring at Marcel's delighted face after covering up the change in his demeanor. "Tell me – what about the victims? Seems like a lot of graves to dig".
"Can't kill 'em all", Marcel shrugged. "Too many folks go missing, tourism drops. So, we heal them with a little vamp blood, erase their memory, send them on their way – no muss, no fuss", he explained coolly.
"I'm impressed", Klaus mouth curled into a smirk.
"Nothing I didn't learn from you back in the day".
"Marcel".
The conversation was brought to an end by Thierry, the vampire Klaus had bestowed with a werewolf bite but later had cured by giving his blood. But the young vampire still regarded him with distrust and skepticism
"'Sup, Thierry?" Marcel questioned, taking a few small steps towards him.
"Six of our guys were killed in a bar outside of the Quarter. Night-walkers. No one saw who", Thierry briefed in a grave tone, his eyes filled with suspicion turned to Klaus who looked the other way.
Savannah was leaning backwards in her seat staring out of the window that was down, the gentle cool puffs of wind ruffling her hairs that were tied in a messy bun, while they drove rashly towards their destination.
It had either been the hesitancy that had washed away in seconds or the slow heavy trudging of her footsteps on the sidewalk while they had started walking towards Abattoir, that had made her twin stubborn sister change her mind.
So, now they were sitting in a car driving off to their new condo, thanks to Sarah's superb memory when it came to memorizing anything that wasn't related to academic stuff. Once she visited a place the address remained etched in her head forever.
Savannah had been quite alarmed when Sarah had forgotten Rousseau's location but the reason could probably be that her sister hadn't paid any attention or the large number of bars located in French Quarter had her confused.
As for Savannah herself, she was a different case. If it was about remembering long dates of wars, when the idea was presented, the device was invented, the scientist or historian was born, she had a computer memory but other than that she pretty much was a dead loss.
All of a sudden she turned in her seat, black midnight orbs eyes searching the entire backseat…
"Sarah, I forgot my backpack back at the bar", she spoke up, her voice covered with excess anxiety while a tensed look was on her pretty face.
"We will collect it tomorrow".
Her sister's nonchalant cool reply didn't lessen her worry.
"Tomorrow… ".
"Don't worry, no one's gonna steal your backpack with awfully thick books and tools".
The statement was directed with a mischievous grin causing the corners of her lips lift too.
A sleek red Convertible was accelerating smoothly on a road with only one inhabitant- a pretty blonde in her early twenties. Her icy blue eyes lifted up to stare at her reflection in the rear-view mirror and noticed a blood smudge staining one of her perfectly rosy cheeks.
She cleaned off the mark after moistening the tip of her finger with her tongue and then concentrated back on the road ahead with a beautiful smile playing on her full lips, her blonde hairs sweeping in the wind.
The car came to an instant halt outside the one story house. Savannah was the first to leave the leather seat of the car followed by Sarah who had made sure to lock the vehicle.
Opening the small metallic door of the guarding fence, they ascended the porch stairs and stopped outside the front door.
Sarah rummaged in her cross-body neon pink bag slung around her tall frame that was literally bursting at the seams. After taking out various colors lip balms, variety of nail paints, a hairbrush, a lip gloss, her favorite perfume and a shampoo, she was finally able to find out the house key she had carelessly thrown in her bag before leaving the house earlier.
Fumbling with the lock and door handle for a moment, Sarah opened it and the two stalked inside the house.
After putting the key back on the stand placed right beside the door, the two walked down the length of the hallway that had cream-colored walls just like the entire house excluding the bedrooms where the walls were painted white.
As they continued to walk further with their shoulders brushing because of the available space and got nearer and nearer to the living room at the other end, the voices- loud arguing ones indulged in a heated conversation, floated over to their ears.
One of the two voices they could easily recognize was of their mother. The other one, they had no idea about the speaker.
"Your idea is insane. It's really dangerous what you and Jane-Anne had started", their mother's voice was covered with warning tone mixed with worry.
"We don't have any other choice", the second voice, that was of a woman, responded sharply. "Things have considerably changed now and I am willing to take any risk".
"But connecting yourself to a pregnant woman who hang around with those originals", their mother argued back, her tone slightly harsh.
"I don't care, I just want Monique back". Determination was ringing loud and clear in those words.
As the two approached the slightly ajar brown wooden door that separated the hallway from the living room, Sarah gripped Savannah's upper arm stopping her to proceed any further.
The petite girl looked up at her sister, her eyes sending a questioning look her way with perplexity shadowing her beautiful features.
Sarah's ring finger having a beautiful sparkling ruby ring went to her lipstick decorated lips. Then a sly smirk followed that action.
'She clearly was in the mood of eavesdropping'- Savannah deduced from that evil glint in her green orbs.
The shorter twin shook her head so vigorously that her hairs would have definitely fallen in her eyes if she didn't has her eyes protected with those glasses. So the stray locks only managed to collide with the small panes before she roughly pushed them back.
Eavesdropping…. Never.
Being the goody too shoes she was, Savannah would never want to be a part of such unethical plan. She considered it highly improper and immoral being called by a title of 'eavesdropper'. Unlike her sister whose vocabulary was devoid of the word 'privacy'.
Savannah released Sarah's firm hold from her upper arm and then grabbed her twin's hand steering her inside the room.
In this situation, she would rather reject Sarah's idea rather than being a snooper.
As she dragged her sister inside the fully lit room, Savannah's eyes first landed on their mother who was sitting on the edge of one of the two red colored plush couches that was placed against the opposite wall facing the door. The tense look on her mom's face, in a swift, turned to a shocked one.
Then the dark-black orbs moved to the other unoccupied couch that had its place secured near the left wall. Beside the couch was standing a woman, the source of their earlier quest, dressed in dark-black skinny jeans that clung to her long slim legs with a gray colored sleeveless tank top. Her hairs were now pulled down framing the beautiful face that had an expression of surprise while her lips were a bit parted like she was about to speak but unnecessary presence must have restricted her.
"Sorry for the interruption", Savannah apologized without wasting a moment, looking between the two woman. "We had the front door key so we… we didn't know… ", she faltered.
"Who are you?" her twin's sharp tongue released bluntly from beside her.
"She is your aunt", their mother answered monotonously.
The wheels of the red Convertible screeched loudly, the vehicle skidding to a halt outside the quiet and secluded Mikaelson mansion.
Rebekah Mikaelson pushed open the door while her phone was held up to her ear as she left her noble and principled brother a message. She stepped out on the graveled driveway and stooped slightly to slam the door shut. Straightening up, she strode briskly towards the mansion.
"Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried. Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door".
The beautiful blonde ascended the few front steps and opened the front door, entering inside.
"Who the hell are you?" a voice echoed in the quiet surroundings.
Rebekah's blue eyes lifted up in the direction of the stairs.
The sharp voice belonged to a tall woman with olive skin and dark-brown shoulder length bouncing hairs. Hazel green eyes gave Rebekah a curious wondering look while descending the stairs, her fingers dancing around the iron poker held in her hands.
"Oh, you must be the maid", Rebekah inferred. "My bags are in the car – get them, will you?"
"Hello", the woman's lips shaped into a crooked smile. "Not the maid", she shook her head, propping the iron object against the wall.
"Right", Rebekah realized her mistake the next moment. "You're that werewolf girl my brother, Klaus, knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump".
Her indifferent blue orbs traveled down to Hayley's flat stomach; there was no visible sign of his evil brother's spawn but she did hear a soft almost undetectable heart beat.
"Guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?" she added.
"You have your brother's manners", the wolf girl stated, her eyes never leaving Rebekah's as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"And his temper, too, so watch it". Rebekah's expression changed to an icy one as a warning released from her full lips. "Where's Elijah?"
She titled her head to the side scanning her surroundings, expecting Elijah to saunter out of the room with a triumphant smile on his handsome face as he had successfully lured Rebekah back to New Orléans.
But he didn't.
"Beats me", Hayley shrugged in response diverting Rebekah's wandering gaze towards herself. "He's long gone", she informed casually.
"What do you mean, "Long gone"?" Rebekah fixed her with a confused questioning look, repeating her words, not understanding the meaning behind.
Rebekah knew very well it was against Elijah's honor to abandon Klaus. Her noble brother still found himself tied by the vow- always and forever.
"Well, one minute he was here making epic promises about protecting me in this predicament that a bottle of scotch and some bad decisions got me into", Hayley sighed while scratching her head a little. "He was all poetic about how we're family – and then Klaus told me he bailed. Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire", she added, her lack of trust noticeable on her face.
"Elijah is not just any vampire, and he doesn't break promises", Rebekah pointed out confidently.
The look on her face grew darker and darker as her mind didn't spare a second to provide her the reason for Elijah's unexpected bailing.
Klaus…
"Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like. Klaus!" the blonde beauty yelled, her outrageous shouts reverberating the silenced room. "Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!" the words tumbled out from her mouth as she entered a classy lounge.
The white doors of the opposite room flew open and she had her first glimpse of her evil selfish brother.
"Enough with all the shouting", the commanding words stopped Rebekah from further name calling. "Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?" he questioned knowingly, walking towards her with a confident arrogant gait.
"They were very rude", Rebekah uttered calmly. "Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter", feigning innocence she continued. "So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends", she added after a thought with, the corners of her lips twisting into a sneer.
"I do have friends", Klaus contradicted her words. "I have Marcel", he spoke the name pompously. "You remember him, don't you?
As the light blue orbs sparkling with smugness bore into her blue ones, Rebekah looked down. The name was doing the intended task- reminding her about all the good old days pursued by hurt and betrayal.
"Yes, of course you do", Klaus concluded, an obnoxious smile dancing at the corners of his lips. "He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you".
Not wanting to give her self-conceited brother another reason that would boast his already swollen ego, Rebekah discarded the memories out of her head and lifted her gaze to look her brother dead in the eyes.
"I don't care about Marcel or his rules", the words escaped in a hiss. "Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?" she demanded.
"Perhaps he's on holiday...", Klaus answered casually as he settled down on the armrest of the couch. "Or taking a long autumn nap upstairs", he added, gesturing towards the ceiling with a pale long finger. "Well, go on. Take a look around".
Rebekah gave him a cold look before walking away. She had barely made to another door that led upstairs when he called her from behind.
"You remember this house as well as I".
"I remember everything", she spat after whirling around.
Savannah's gaze flitted between her mother and the woman who turned out to be their aunt while an absolute quietness had established between them.
Until this very moment she hadn't been informed of the fact that she even had a family other than her parents and twin. The prolonged absence of their relatives from their lives had raised the assumption in her and her twin's head that they had no blood connections in the world that existed outside their home.
In her entire life she had only three people who were included in her small family- her mom, dad and Sarah.
Now after the discovery of having an aunt the numbers didn't increase, she still had three members- their aunt replacing their father.
But could a long-lost aunt fill the space vacated by a father- maybe not.
But an aunt could definitely replace a father who didn't even think twice before breaking off a relationship that had survived for eighteen years.
"Hey", the single word spoken had stopped her mind-rambling. "I am Sophie", she introduced herself extending her hand for them to shake.
"I am Sarah", Sarah stated, shaking the outstretched hand rather enthusiastically.
"Savannah", she gave the name, shaking Sophie's hand too.
"Well, he wasn't good enough for you", Klaus stated his opinion about Governor's son Emil who he had killed when he been the powerful King and French Quarter had been under his control.
"No one was ever good enough for me, Nik, you made sure of that", his younger sister countered acidly from where she was standing beside the couch he was sitting on. "Now where is Elijah?" the words were laced with annoyance.
Before he could answer, surely not by truth, his phone vibrated inside his jeans pocket. He took it out and a slow smile carved its way on his face as he read the message.
Without any thoughts, he swiftly stood up ready to leave for the given invitation.
"Where are you going?" his sister pried, halting his movements.
He wheeled around.
"It appears the night is not quite over, yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel", he answered, truthfully.
"Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece", Rebekah informed with a quick nod. "I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orléans dry together".
Sarcasm was dripping heavily from those words.
"I know you don't have many friends Rebekah", he shook his head, faking a pitiful expression just for a split second as he took a few steps her way, "but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the 'how' so I might take it for myself", he halted, leaving a small gap in between. "Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today".
Spinning around, he ambled towards the front door. Klaus turned the door handle, opened it but before walking out he turned his head facing Rebekah.
"Oh, and welcome home, little sister", he uttered the greeting with a smirk before leaving.
After the exceedingly awkward surprise meeting with Sophie Deveraux, their only relative currently residing in New Orléans, a family dinner in the tiny kitchen came next. Everyone was relieved that the introductions were already dealt with. So, very few words were exchanged on the dinner table and the hovering hush was disrupted mostly by the clattering sound of cutlery.
No questions were asked on Sophie's absence from their lives as there were heavy chances that a few words of inquiry could resurface a surge of wounding feelings that preferred to be left alone and untouched.
Sarah's prying question whether they had another family member in town was answered by a curt shaking of the head by their mother. However, Sophie elaborated that they had another aunt who had recently died while her daughter Monique had left town to deal with grief.
Sophie's Pov
Sating her hunger with delicious mouth-watering meal prepared by her elder sister Eva, who was the expert and best when it came to cooking, Sophie stayed for a hot cup of tea.
Everyone moved from the dinner table to the living room and enjoyed a strong refreshing tea.
"I should get going".
Sophie announced placing an almost empty cup that now had only dregs as remains on a table with an empty vase, a pile of thick heavy books and a carton labeled 'Sarah's personal possessions- stay away' on top.
Bidding goodbyes to her nieces, Sophie left the house escorted by Eva.
As she got outside the house with her sister right behind her, Sophie quickly spun around on her heels and faced her elder sister whose face displayed a questioning look at Sophie's abrupt actions.
"So, you haven't even told them about us", Sophie could barely conceal the resentment lacing those words even though she tried her best to act nonchalant.
"We thought it would be better to keep it from them", her sister answered shrugging her shoulders and then wrapped her arms over her torso.
"What about Darren?" Sophie's inquiring eyes met Eva's empty ones.
"He didn't tell them anything either", Eva shook her head. "We thought it would be if they know nothing. We wanted normal for them".
"Yeah and normal means not even informing your daughters they had a family in New Orléans", Sophie scoffed, feeling heat crawling up on her cheeks.
"When I left the town, I never thought I would ever return….".
As the words left Eva's mouth a gap established in the ongoing conversation and only the sound gusts of wind filled it.
"You know, after you ran away I wanted to do the same", Sophie's voice lowered a bit as she looked down at her sneakers. "I always look up to you instead of Jane-Anne", she went on, steering her gaze from her feet to Eva's face. "So, like you I didn't think much about family legacy and all. But I realized my mistake. We all have our places to fill".
"I am ready to fill mine", Eva spoke up, accepting her fate. "But I would never ever let my daughters anywhere near witchcraft".
Sophie could see the same fire in Eva's eyes that she had when she fought for the life she had wanted.
"I want normal for them and nothing will change it", the words uttered by Eva had obvious finality.
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
The dull, almost indistinct and stifled sound of the black round alarm clock placed on a table that had been stuck between the two single beds seemed like a no-ending torment as it drummed ferociously against Savannah's eardrums like a nail was piercing through her skull by the aid of hammer.
Covering her ears to deaden the voice that was becoming louder and louder by every passing second, Savannah resumed the task she had been indulged in for the past an hour and a half- trying to get a few minutes sleep, but her futile attempts weren't met with any fruitful results.
She turned on her side and in the pitch darkness that was only diminished by glowing moon outside the large window on the opposite wall; she glanced sideways at the figure on the opposite bed.
Sarah was sleeping soundly ignorant of her present condition. It was good; she didn't want her twin to know… not just yet.
Suddenly the heightened sound of clock turned back to normal but to her dismay a crawling sensation took over her entire body.
A few seconds went by and she found herself bathed in sweat. Ripping the sheets off her drenched torso, Savannah dashed to the other door inside the room that didn't open in the hallway.
She jogged inside the bathroom, locked the door and threw cold water from the tap harshly on her face.
She needed relief from these sensations, the pounding of heart like it was about to escape the safety of rib-cage, the tingling in her body like thousands insects were creeping on her skin, the fire coursing through her veins, and the trembling of hands …
She needed her pills.
As she unlocked the bathroom door to get the tiny bottle, a panicking thought struck her and she grabbed her head disappointedly in her hands.
"Oh no… ", a small whispering voice left her lips.
She hadn't retrieved the bottle from her backpack that she had accidentally left at the bar.
Savannah racked her brains for the possible solutions. One occurred to her but she hoped desperately that she would find it.
Opening the bathroom door as quietly as possible even though she was sure Sarah wouldn't wake up. Her sister could even sleep through the loudest storm. But still, she cautiously got out of the room, swiftly sprinted down the stairs as her every muscle screamed because of the amplified feelings.
Searching haphazardly the kitchen cabinets while silently praying to the heavens, she finally found an alternative.
'Savannah Carter- take only one tablet when needed'.
She uncorked the sleeping pill bottle that had been prescribed to her six months before and threw the cap carelessly on the marble white island. She took out a pill and put it at the tip of her tongue.
No… this wouldn't be enough.
Savannah took out three more on her small palm, stared at them for a protracted moment and then finally swallowed them with a glass of tap water.
In the St. Anne's Church's attic Davina, a very powerful young witch, jolted awake, the irregular thumping of her heart forced her to gasp for air.
A power so strong rippled through her giving her the impression that her entire body might explode because of the invisible impact.
Magic... there was someone engaged in an intense magic. She could detect its presence flowing through her. As blurred images developed in her mind, she darted towards the easel leaving the large comfy bed.
After she was done and she felt her mind becoming empty again as the power that had possessed her departed from her body she moved back a little.
The growing flames stared back from the smooth canvas. A pure frightened look crossed her face.
A/N:-
Thanks a lot to Asher Knight for reviewing and for your support:) It means a lot. And thanks for the idea and suggestions. I love your two girls and one guy love triangle idea. I'll see if I can add another OC in the story if it fits in the plot.
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