Monday, June 12, 2017

Some Fan Fiction-Based On The Originals



    “Damn. Marcel, is this rain ever gonna end?”  Thierry asked Marcel.  “If it doesn’t stop soon, New Orleans will be wiped off the face of the map.”  “I know T. I’ve been here for almost 200 years. There have been a lot of hurricanes  hit here in my time, but this one takes the cake.  This is our city, so we are going to do whatever we can to help the people out. You and Diego go down to the basement and gather up all our extra food,  blankets, and whatever else you can find, we’ll open up the compound and let anyone who needs shelter come in. Make sure you check and see that the blood supply is hidden away, the last thing these people need is to find out that there are vampire in their midst.”  As Diego and Thierry go to carry out their assignment, Marcel hears the phone ring. On the other end is Father Keiran, the only human in New Orleans who knows of the existence of vampires.

  “Kieran, how are things holding out at St. Annes?  If it get’s too bad there, get everyone up here to the compound.”   “We’re holding on pretty good,” Kieran replies.  “The church is starting to get full.  We’ve got a bunch of school kids down here, can you all take them?”    “Yeah sure,  we’ll be down there in a few.”

    Arriving at St. Anne’s,  Marcel is escorted to a back room, where 10 children, frightened out of their wits, crying for their parents are waiting.  In the back of the room, he spies a little dark haired girl, not more then 8 or 9, sobbing her eyes out.  “Hi there, I’m Marcel, what’s your name?”  “Davina, Davina Claire,” The girl replies.  “Well, Davina, I’m going to take you and  your friends here to my place, and when the storm is over, I’ll help you find your parents and get home.”   She smiles “Promise?”  “Yes I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

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