Author's Notes: I was supposed to post this in August but I didn't because I have too many WIPs and I'm working on trying to update on a lot of them. However, since I already made a cover/banner for this. I will just have to post this. I just wanted to put this idea out of there. This will be self-indulgent as hell. My update schedule is all over the place. I write anything and everything when I have the inspiration. This is a part of a series that focuses more on the female characters of the The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. If you want to see the graphic edits (aesthetics, banners and .gifs) for this story, please check out the links in my profile.
Raven left her corporeal body behind as she used her soul-self to travel through dimensions. She started to worry at the thought of her father, Trigon, discovering where she had gone off to.
It had taken her many years to finally follow through with her plan in leaving her father's Under-Realms. Years of finally finding a dimension devoid of any superheroes, but rich with magic, where she could finally escape from her father's demonic influence.
After Raven sent multiple false trails for her father's minions to follow, she was hoping that Trigon wouldn't be able to find her easily in this alternate dimension that she had discovered by chance. The only reason she knew of this earth-like dimension was because Raven had felt the spike of dark magic months ago. (Although not as dark or evil as Trigon's power.) The dark magic had been enough to catch Raven's attention, when she had renewed her search for a safe place to hide.
Raven had visited the alternate dimension once or twice to look for the sudden surge of dark magic. She soon discovered that it was centered in New Orleans, where she noted some cult fanatics were following the instructions of some unseen entity. Raven didn't have the time to investigate further, but she knew that these fanatics were planning something big.
Now, Raven was finally back in that obscure dimension and decided to go to New Orleans, specifically the Bayou, where she wanted to check on the family that had been the focus of all this sudden rise of cult fanatics.
However, the moment she arrived at the Labonair house, Raven sensed the taint of death in the air. Completely thrown off guard, she immediately propelled her soul-self inside, where she was greeted by the sight of a woman's dead body lying in the pool of her own blood, and a man who was bleeding from the deep, ugly slash on his neck.
She watched with morbid curiosity, when the injured man dropped a key between the floorboards before he slumped down on the floor and finally succumbed to his fatal wounds.
"It's time for you to die as well, little Labonair. The Hollow doesn't want to take chances by letting you live and using your own blood to kill her."
Raven heard a man's voice say somewhere nearby and she quickly teleported towards the sound and saw a tall, hulking figure standing in front of the crib, where a little baby girl was crying loudly.
Then, she watched in alarm when the unknown man picked up a pillow and started suffocating the baby with it.
Not thinking twice, Raven tried to use her power to take down the assailant, but soon discovered that she wasn't able to do much of anything. She suddenly remembered that she no longer had a physical body and she was just a spirit in this dimension, unless she found a new body to possess.
Raven had thought of possessing the body of someone who was on the verge of dying, but she had always assumed to take the body of someone older, not that of a baby. Unfortunately, the decision was taken out of her hands.
She could hear the child's muffled cry as the man tried to suffocate the child to death.
If she didn't do anything at all, Raven wouldn't be able to save the innocent child.
She could sense the baby weakening and Raven took this chance to leap into the baby's body before the little girl could die. One moment Raven was just hovering near the crib and the next thing she knew, she had a pillow on her face and she could no longer breathe. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen and she could feel herself swiftly dying.
It was a good thing that Raven had instantly merged with the baby's consciousness, where her soul-self instinctively activated the latent magical blood inside the Labonair baby and used it to her advantage.
Raven could already sense the power awakening and thrumming through the baby's veins - her veins now. She also felt her chakra gem forming in her forehead, where she could use it to focus her spiritual energy and magic, plus suppress her dark traits which she inherited from her demonic father.
So with the surge of magic, Raven flung the man holding the pillow away from her. She heard the distant crash as the man slammed into a closet, where shoe boxes from the top shelf toppled down and hangers of clothing fell on the man's dazed figure.
She slowly stood up and realized that she needed to get accustomed to her new body. Her small legs were unsteady and Raven's lung still burned after nearly getting suffocated to death. With her glowing red eyes fixed on the man, she allowed herself to recover while she held unto the upper rail of the crib.
Raven heard the man groan in pain as he gingerly started to rise up from the ground. She didn't give the unknown man the chance to move further because she instantly raised her little hand to pull her unknown assailant towards her. However, she didn't bring the man any closer where he could strike her, but Raven decided to keep him suspended mid-air.
Raven observed the man's instant reaction to her use of magic. The man gaped at her in complete confusion and fear.
"But - but that's impossible! How can you use magic?! You're a child born from a werewolf bloodline!" the man said almost to himself.
Raven didn't reply but merely stared at him with her hand raised into a fist as she kept his figure hovering in the air.
Soon, the man's response quickly devolved into shouting insults and flailing limbs as he suddenly arrived at a different conclusion.
"DEMON!" He yelled at her while he strained against her magic in complete futility. "CHILD OF ABOMINATION!"
Raven simply ignored his words and decided to start interrogating the man. If only she could convey her thoughts well into verbal words without literally getting tongue-tied in the end.
"Wa...arrr...yo...do - do," she tried to speak with the hopes of asking the man's true intention for being there. However, she only managed to produce garbled sounds. Raven's new body was still too young and probably hadn't even started speaking complete words yet.
Although after remembering the words the man spoke earlier. Raven was beginning to suspect that it was something to do with the cult fanatics, who were following the instruction of the dark entity that had drawn Raven's attention in that dimension.
With growing frustration, Raven decided to gauge the man's surface thoughts instead of asking him outright. She was a powerful empath, but she was also a strong magic-user. Afterall, she learned from the best tutors that her father provided while she had lived in Trigon's Under-Realms and where she had then ruled as its Queen.
Raven reached out with her power and quickly sifted through the man's emotions, which were directly connected to his memories. She didn't hesitate at all as she forced the man's memories to the surface. She saw glimpses of events and conversations exchanged between the man and other people. Raven hastily started gathering information about what - or who - she was up against.
"Richard Xavier Dumas, if you serve me well, I will ensure that the Werewolves will rule New Orleans once more," a sinister voice said, which came from the floating blue light.
There was a flash of memory and Raven saw the man yelling at a woman this time.
"Ethan and Loren Labonair are planning to make peace with Marcel and I won't let them do that Mary!" Richard yelled at his wife.
Then, she saw the memory of the blue light again.
"Kill the last Labonairs. I don't want their blood to be used against me once I regain my body,"
Afterward, the scene reverted back to when Richard was arguing with his wife Mary.
"Those vampires are not to be trusted! So we can't let the Labonairs make a deal with Marcel and his vampire army! We need to stop them!"
The last memory Raven saw was of the floating blue light, who showed Richard the vision of the past. A vision of people, who were handing out bones to different families that would keep them separated at all times.
"Find all four of my bones…to complete my resurrection..."
Raven had seen enough. She knew the reason why the man was there. Apparently, he was being controlled by some dead witch - now a trapped spirit - who called herself the Hollow. The man's mental state had deteriorated so badly ever since the Hollow started corrupting him. Other than killing the last Labonairs, it looked like the Hollow had sent Richard Dumas to retrieve one of the bones that the Labonair family was protecting.
"YOU LITTLE DEMON CHILD! I SHOULD HAVE SLIT YOUR THROAT! YOUR DEATH WOULD HAVE BEEN SWIFT!" The insane man shouted.
Raven watched him struggle in the air and considered what to do with him next. Truthfully, she couldn't afford to let him live while he knew about her magical abilities. More than that, if she let him go, the Hollow would instantly find out about her, which Raven would rather not prefer.
Since she was hiding from her demonic father, Raven wanted to keep a low profile, which meant that she didn't like to involve herself into something that would just draw unwanted attention to herself. She also didn't want to use her power, if she couldn't help it. There was a chance that Trigon would find her if he as much as detected the spike of her power in this dimension.
Left with no other choice, Raven would have to kill the man. She had killed before but only if it was absolutely necessary, which she considered in that moment.
She could not afford anyone knowing about her secret.
Raven slowly raised her other hand and clenched it into fist until her knuckles turned white, like she was squeezing something inside the palm of her hands. In no time, she watched as the man's eyes bulged while he let out a strangled sound. This was soon followed by the sight of him coughing up loads of blood.
Scarlet splatter started to stain the man's shirt as the man continued to spat out blood. The man didn't stop choking and he was making such horrible gurgling noises as his blood continued to gush out of his mouth in dangerous amounts.
In a matter of moments, the man was turning pale. Clearly, suffering from blood loss.
Raven forced herself not to feel anything even when she watched as the man slowly die. The man's struggles began to weaken as he continued to vomit more blood, like he was hemorrhaging from the inside.
She would have given the man a heart attack, but it would just make people question the reason why an Alpha werewolf suddenly died at the Labonair house. She didn't want people to suspect anything, especially if she was the only survivor of the tragic event.
The reason she was even doing this was because Raven needed a sufficient amount of blood to create the perfect crime scene. So once Raven was done forcing the blood out of the man, she flicked her wrist and observed when the pool of scarlet blood rose like a small stream from the floor and floated in the air.
Raven carefully and artfully left trails of blood that led to that room, where anyone would immediately see the body of a future dead man, who apparently had been 'fatally wounded' as he made his way to the nursery room. She would make everyone think that either the child's father or the mother had dealt the critical wound on Richard Dumas, which would result in his demise.
Finally, Raven let the man collapse right on top of the pool of blood that she had extracted from him. She didn't give the man the opportunity to recover or even speak. So with another flick of her wrist, Raven used her power to slit the man's throat, cutting straight through his bones and muscles, and even his vocal chords, wherein the man died instantly.
As she felt the man die, Raven suddenly sensed something unlocked in her mind. Like a mental click as something strange and almost animalistic was let out of its cages.
It took her a few seconds to figure out what it was and she could only sigh after she realized that she had triggered her werewolf curse. Surprisingly, Raven could still sense the power running through her veins, which meant that she could still use her power without any problem. It looked like she had successfully awakened the latent magic in Andrea Labonair's blood and her werewolf curse on the same day.
Well, that makes me both a witch and a werewolf. A hybrid. Probably first of my kind. Raven thought.
Thereafter, Raven decided to get out of her crib and tried to see what the father had tried to hide from Richard Dumas. Although she began to suspect that it had something to do with the Hallow's bones.
She broke out of her crib and toddled her way towards the other two dead people, who were now supposed to be her parents. She made her way towards the father. The one who dropped something between the floorboards. Crawling on her hands and knees in the puddle of her parents' blood, Raven peered through the tiny opening of the floor and instantly saw a gleam of metal, which looked to be a key. Using a trickle of her power, Raven carefully retrieved the key from beneath the floorboards.
The key shot out through the wooden slats and she stared at the key as it floated in the air in front of her. After she was done inspecting it, Raven raised her hand and reached for the item. She had just closed her fist around the key, when she suddenly heard the distinct sound of a door creaking open followed by the sound of voices.
"I can smell blood," someone whispered.
"Then, we are far too late," another person answered.
As she listened to the voices coming nearer to her location, Raven was torn to either run, hide, or simply remained there and pretend to be just a baby, who looked like she had just been rolling over the puddle of her dead parents blood.
After a brief inner war over this, she finally chose the latter and stayed where she was.
Raven watched as two people appeared at the doorway, who instantly froze up at the sight of the dead bodies lying on the floor and of her sitting right on top of the puddle of blood, which had stained her yellow onesies.
"Jesus Christ!" the man, who looked to be a priest, exclaimed in horror as he stared at her.
Afterward, the man rushed towards her while saying, "You poor child!"
However, before the priest could come near her, there was a blur of movement as the other leather-clad man stopped him.
"I think we better approach the child carefully, Father Kieran," the man suggested as he regarded Raven with a look of sadness and pity. "We don't want to startle her."
"You are right, Marcel," the priest replied as he glanced back at Raven. "The child has suffered enough as it is. I don't want to traumatize her even further due to my carelessness."
Raven watched the two men and only knew one of them. She heard about Marcel Gerard and his vampire army, but she had never actually seen him before until now…
She watched as the two men approached her carefully and after sensing their emotions, Raven knew that these men weren't there to harm her. So she let them go near her.
To her surprise, it was the vampire king, Marcel, who crouched in front of her and tried to assure her with a smile. Although Raven could sense the regret and sadness in him as he looked at her.
"I'm sorry about your parents, little princess..." the Vampire King said, "We weren't able to save them in time...but you are alive and that's all that matters….Now, let's get you out of here, ok? Because this place is no longer safe for you. But I promise that I will have my men collect your parents' bodies and give them a proper burial."
Raven stared at the vampire in silence.
"Ok, little princess. Let's take you somewhere safe," Marvel said as he reached out for her and Raven just simply let the man lift her up from the bloody ground.
Still gripping the key in her fist, Raven allowed the vampire to carry her away from the horrifying scene.
"What are you planning to do with the child, Marcel?" the priest asked worriedly as he hurried after them.
"I think it's best that the child leaves New Orleans immediately. She is the last Labonair left and whoever is behind her parents' murder, I suspect that they will come after her as well. I think we need to find her a new home, Kieran. A family who will adopt her. Find someone who will take her in and do it fast. With a new place, family, and name, this will ensure her safety until she is old enough to protect herself," Marcel said as he carried Raven outside the house.
"Alright, Marcel. I think I already have the right people in mind. I remember a couple who visited me at the church who expressed that they had always wanted to adopt a child, but they hadn't gotten to doing it yet. Perhaps the Marshalls will accept the child."
"Then, talk to them and bring them to me. I don't trust anyone with this secret so I have to compel them into taking care of the baby."
"I agree. There is no other choice but to compel the Marshalls into keeping the child's identity a secret. We can't afford for anyone to find out about her."
Raven listened to their conversation and wondered what her future would be once she finally got a chance to live like a normal human again.
She had always had a different upbringing since she was born. She spent years living in constant fear of her father's influence, and now that she was inside a new body, Raven wanted to experience growing up in a normal home with no other expectations but to graduate from college and take a profession that she loved.
Raven would start fresh and hoped that her destiny of being the harbinger of death and destruction would no longer follow into her new life this time around.