Blissful silence filled the manor, the only sounds were the light flipping of pages and the soft breathing of a young woman and her Boxer puppy.

The woman was skimming through one of her family journals while absentmindedly playing with one of the pup's ears. However the further she got through the book, the more afraid she became.

Her dark cocoa hues flickered to the black number on her wrist, her heart was filled with dread as the simple two digits reminded her of what was to come.

14.

Two weeks before her claiming. Fourteen measly days. She was completely and utterly terrified.. and she was equally alone in this matter for the rest of her family were more concerned with her 'twin' cousin Lena.

Lena and herself were both born on December 31st, and were Natural Cataclysts.

Their people were split between two sides, light and dark.. and anyone who has or was chosen by the darkness were exiled from the family completely.

It would've made the situation worse if her family actually cared about her 'claiming'. But.. everyone thought she'd be chosen for the darkness anyways, so they didn't bother to try.

Quinn, her boxer puppy, stirred. He wined and nipped at his master's hand, it was his way of letting her know she wasn't alone. It was as if he could sense whenever she was feeling down because every single time since she'd gotten the pup, he'd been there to cheer her up.

"Hey Quinn." she smiled, scratching behind his ears, he licked her wrist, right over the black EM  that had been there since her birth.

"Wanna go explore the town?" she mused softly, Quinn yipped, jumping up like a child learning they were going out for candy or ice cream.

The brunette giggled, "Okay, let's go, Quincy." he barked and hopped off her lap. She got up and grabbed her phone and wallet before leaving the foyer. Quinn followed suit and excitedly swished his long tail as she attached his harness, vest, and leash.

"Come on, bud." she chirped, pushing the door open, the dog bolted out, but only so far so he wouldn't get jerked back by the leash, not that she'd do that to him.

As if on cue, her phone began blaring 'You need me, I don't need you' by Ed Sheeran.

Sighing heavily, she answered.

"Uncle." she murmured, not particularly feeling like dealing with her family at the current moment.. or ever.

"Jezabelle. How are you?" her uncle asked softly, "I'm fine. Don't you have Lena to worry about?" she sighed, holding the device between her head and shoulder as she closed her estate gate behind her.

"Lena isn't the only one going through her claiming." he replied, hoping to get closer to his niece.

"Yeah, well everyone else has ruled me off as dark anyways. So what's it matter?" she muttered, now it was his turn to sigh, "Jeza.. You're not going to turn dark. You're the purest young lady I've ever met."

"Macon.. why is it only you believe in me?" she questioned softly, glancing at her surroundings. Her heart began to race as her dark eyes met blue hues.

She looked away quickly, keeping her head down.

"Because I know you, Jezabelle. You're special." her uncle said softly, "You're not what everyone thinks you are.. just wait and see.. you'll change the world for the casters."

Jezabelle chewed on her bottom lip, "You really think so?" "I know so, sweet Jezabelle." Macon stated, "I've got to go.. there's an unwanted guest here."

"Okay.. goodbye, uncle." she said softly, "See you soon, Jeza."

The small caster hung up, finding herself standing in front of the Mystic Grill. She looked down at Quinn, "Hungry?" she mused, he yipped, his tail swishing erratically as she giggled, "Let's go."

Jezabelle quietly ventured into the bar and restaurant. Hesitating ever so slightly at the partially crowded establishment. She sighed softly and settled in a vacant booth, Quinn sitting to her left, head rested on her thigh.

"Hey, I'm Matt, what can I get you today?" a blond teenage boy smiled warmly at her, "I.. I'll have a chicken sandwich, curly fries, and a Pibb please." she said softly, almost timidly.

"Okay, I'll be back with your order." he replied, leaving her alone after receiving a nod.

However she wasn't alone for long.

A blonde woman slid into the seat across from her. "Hello there, I haven't seen you around before." she stated, "I'm Rebekah Mikaelson, pleasure I'm sure."

"I'm Jezabelle Duchannes.." the brunette giggled, feeling oddly comfortable around the blonde, "I don't really get out much and usually work from home."

"I see, well my family is throwing a ball. I would appreciate having a friend there." Rebekah smiled, "That is if you'd like too?"

"I'd love too, thank you Rebekah." Jezabelle chirped, smiling warmly at the blonde, "Lovely!" Rebekah clapped, "Here's the invite. If you'd like to come early, we can get ready together." Jezabelle smiled, nodding, "I'll see you then, Rebekah."

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When Jezabelle got home she went through her closet, humming quietly to herself.

She was looking at a black and lavender strapless tulle dress when a loud chime rang throughout the manor.

Quinn barked loudly, bolting off Jezabelle's bed and out the door before she could even blink. Her brows furrowed as she set the dress aside and wondered out of her room.

In the ten years she'd lived here she'd never gotten a guest, and she didn't have any friends due to online schooling her uncle Macon had set up for her and with being able to work and order groceries from home, she never really had to leave.

The brunette sighed and shook her head before nudging Quinn far enough back with her foot to be able to open the door.

Only to find two unfamiliar men standing at her doorstep.

The tallest man was 5'11" with light brown hair and forest green eyes, clad in a dark grey v-neck, jeans, and boots. The other man was an inch shorter with icy blue eyes and raven black hair, adorning a black tee, dark-washed jeans, combat boots and a black leather jacket.

"Can I help you?" Jezabelle questioned, eyeing the men wearily.

"Yeah, hi. I'm Damon Salvatore, Mr. Brooding over here is my brother Stefan." the ravenet spoke, smiling at the caster. She nodded slowly for them to continue.

"Stay away from the Mikaelson's. They're bad news." Stefan stated, Jezabelle's brows furrowed, "Says the creepy strange men standing at my doorstep." she quipped sarcastically, "Get the hell off my property and don't even think about coming back."

Damon's brows rose, "Look, we're just trying to help. The Mikaelson's aren't what you think they are." he tried, only to receive a glare.

"I said: Leave." she snapped, Quinn growling at her feet at the two men.

Damon raised his hands in innocence, "Got it." he looked to Stefan, "Let's go, Stefan."

However, Stefan didn't listen, he slammed his palm against the door frame. His green hues meeting Jezabelle's brown ones. "Stay away from the Mikaelson's. They're dangerous." he compelled, she glared up at him.

"I don't take orders from you." she hissed, both Salvatore's were thrown back and crashed onto the asphalt of the manor's roundabout. She waved her hand, wiping the brother's memories of her before sending them away.

"Damn entitled vampires."