Stepsister
Summary: What would it have been like if Lady Van Tassel had brought a daughter along when she married into the Van Tassel family? What would Katrina's stepsister be like? Read this if you want to know!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Sleepy Hollow characters or Sleepy Hollow itself, just Amelia for now. I just love Sleepy Hollow!
Chapter 1: The New Van Tassel's
I followed my mother as we stepped into our new home. It was much nicer than the cave we'd been living in with my aunt for as long as I can remember. Here, there was a certain kind of warmth and safety in the air. My long blonde hair, much like my mother's but not up in a bun like hers, blew in the small breeze coming in from a window. I preferred keeping my hair down or only half up. My mother said that it made me look like I grew up in the woods, which in fact I had. She wanted to make us look proper so that we could forget our terrible past behind us. But I still insisted on keeping my hair the way I liked it.
We were in the home of the widower Baltus Van Tassel and his daughter Katrina. They were my new family. They were my new stepfather and stepsister. My mother had married him the day before, and we had packed all of our necessary things that night. Now I would have to become accustomed to a new house with a new family. I was just relieved that my mother was there with me. I knew she had some sort of revenge on her mind-she spoke of it the day before, not long before the wedding. She said that she would tell me soon, but that was not a good time. I couldn't wait to hear her plans. Whenever she plotted, there was usually something for me to do. Something that involved my favorite pastime.
Witchcraft.
"Miranda, look at our wonderful new home," my mother said to me. My mother, whose name is Mary, was the only person I would allow to call me by my full name, Miranda. Everyone else had to call me Andi, or suffer the consequences. I had gone from Miranda Archer, our real name, to Miranda Preston, our fake name, in less than a day. Now, I am Miranda Van Tassel, a name that I will always curse. My mother felt that Andi sounded too masculine for a girl. But I like it.
Except, I knew she was only lying about liking it here. She didn't really like this place. She only said that as a cover. Her mind was really set on revenge, and she would stop at nothing to gain what she had come for.
At that time, I was only ten. This Katrina girl, my new stepsister, was fifteen. After five years together, my mother began her plot. On the night of my fifteenth birthday, she began her revenge on the Van Garrett household. And first to go, was Van Garrett himself.