#primumpetrova

         ❝ I am busy,              so talk fast ❞ 

Tess was sitting on a bench at the park, the sunshine beaming down through the branches of the tall trees surrounding her. It was a warm day for Spring and she enjoyed staying out in the open, watching as people went about their business. A group of children ran past her, screaming and laughing as they played and she found herself smiling softly as she opened her book, intentioned to do some reading. She'd gone through maybe ten pages when she realized someone had stopped right in front of her, blocking the light. "Yes?" she asked as she looked up at them.

    A strong silence fell upon the crowd, and suddenly ---- blackness.  

                             "We are proud to present to you — "      Harold Zidlers’ voice boomed.                                           " —— the stunning Ms.Satine.”  

    Hanging above the crowd sat a young woman on silver swing. Her golden blonde hair swept down the side of her neck. She wore a dress filled with jewels that shimmied in the spot light that was set upon her. Her skin was fair, and her lips were painted red. Her expression was one of seduction, and her eyes seemed to meet with everyone in the room. She smiles. Her confidence never faltered, even though her heart beats rapidly in her chest. She could feel it -- pounding. The aura of the audience made her entire body quiver, she could feel their every emotion…their every burning desire.                                                              ”——  The French are glad to die — for love.”      Her voice was strong, and cut you to the bone — could make you stop and forget where you were at any given moment.

    The show came to an end -- as they all must…at least for a moment. From behind a curtain Satine pops her head out to look over the sea of people. Some there for her, some there for the other women, some there just because Moulin Rouge was the place to be. Especially, when it comes to those with money…

"Oh hey. Sorry I was just wondering if you knew where the library is? I'm new to town and I have no idea where I am..." 

Malia walked into the McCall house unaware of the female that he'd allowed to stay there for a while. No one really told her these things and she just assumed that Scott just lived there with Melissa and Isaac. Not that the kind-hearted Scott had offered someone a roof over there head. 

Shutting the door behind her she half ran, half jogged up the stairs to where Scott's room awaited while calling out to him. As no one had answered the door but it was open she assumed he was just busy talking to Stiles over Skype and hadn't heard her knocking for the past five minutes.

        "-- Scott? Didn't you hear me knocking? I was knocking for a good five minutes before I realised your door was open and just let myself in. Scott? Come on, we need to talk! It's about the whole werecoyote thing!"

      The day had finally come when both of the mortal species needed to take over, Niklaus had his parents take care of the wedding and the ceremony all he had to do was show up and marry the cold blooded vampire sworn enemies and now making a united front to show how they can co-exist. Stepping out of his well groomed tent making his way down the gravel road looking at the center the altar and there he stood awaiting for his feisty loud mouth bride to be to show up with her side of the family.            "Here we go" 

"I don't think we've met. I'm Genevieve."