☆ 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 : what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?
After the death of her mother, 17 y/o Deena Salée rummage through her mother's things for answers. She dis...
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𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃.
Long hours of nonstop dancing, running to the bathrooms for a quick sip of alcohol someone's older cousin provided in the big stalls, taking multiple pictures at the photo booth, and snacking on given meals, Deena was feeling drained.
Exiting the dance floor with Roma at her hip, Deena went to get a drink of water. Her eyes skimmed the crowded venue. Still, there was no sign of Erik when he should've been here hours ago. Neither was Aunt Freya. And on top of that, none of them were answering their phones. It's clear they were avoiding her or too busy with important matters — if not this was important too — to reach her back.
It caused her thoughts to spiral, an unsettling feeling pit deep in her stomach. Or was it the alcohol?
What if something happened? What if Erik's in trouble? What if he lost his way? What if Uncle E forgot to meet up with him? What if Erik changed his mind last minute not wanting to enjoy a moment he couldn't fully enjoy knowing he'd be a werewolf for the majority of his life than a normal teenager?
Roma sipped her water while trying to pin-point Deena's gaze, slightly out of breath. "You looking for someone?"
A crease formed between Roma's freshly plucked brows when Deena replied. Then remembered she spoke not one of French, unlike Quinn who grew up with French and Creole. Roma mentioned she had taken Spanish because it was an easy A being that it was her second to first language.
"Someone was supposed to be meeting me here but he's late," Deena repeated in English. She checked her phone. "Five fucking hours late."
There were at least two more hours until the full moon settled and prom officially ended.
"I'm assuming the night didn't go as expected?" Roma followed up on their last conversation and Deena nodded. From the corner of her eyes, it looked like Roma was smiling, but when Deena lifted her head, she had moved closer to the point their shoulders were touching. "I don't know if it's me, but prom is feeling more like a Saturday night party than a school function. I guess that's New Orleans for you. The city never sleeps."
