Time passed, and people changed. The world evolved and turned, wars and unspeakable deaths plague the masses in an endless pattern. Life became predictable, history repeated itself with different players, yet they never learned. Role after role, pattern after pattern; they knew that they were doomed from the start yet they continue with the same mistakes.

Stepping out of a cab on a bright New York morning, the small coven looked up to their new lavish house. High pillars and a pretty garden was all the rage for Rochester high class. It screamed rich, and rich meant fancy dinner parties and expensive wine.

It said little of taste - how the elite remained elite and the unfortunate remained in the slums. It was a song she heard sung far too often, yet all she did to influence the world did little to help. A singular entity that she was, she couldn't make the changes necessary without allerting the world to her very existence.

She opened her parasol laying it against her shoulder as she stepped into the bright summer sun towards her new home. Heels echoed from behind her and a smile lifted the corner of her lips as she heard Estelle begin to curse under her breath.

"Easy, my dear," she scolded playfully. "That is not the mouth of an eligible young lady."

A boisterous laugh startled the neighbors, and from the car stepped a third member to their party. He stood tall, the darkness of his hair conflicted against the paleness of his skin but he was striking none the less. Fashionably well dressed for this time, he smiled upon his companions and offered his elbows for them to hold.

The ladies of the party were equally as beautiful, but their similarities were few. They were both petite, slim with a perfect stature. They shared the same facial structure of high cheeks and soft mouths yet it was their hair that drew them apart drastically. Estelle was light haired, fair compared to the other woman; while Marion was darker, a boring brown colour that was anything but plain in the way it shone and shimmered.

Their eyes - eyes that all three shared to the exact shade and speck - were a striking golden colour that resembled another family that resided in town.

"You joke but it is not funny. Why did we need to settle somewhere so bright, maman?"

Giving her daughter a look, they entered the home and away from the greedy eyes of the onlookers that vied  to catch a glimpse, to gather as much information they could with the littlest of details to share at their luncheons.

"We are here to see an old friend, Stelle," Hugo told his niece. "We have heard that he has recently found his mate and we wish to congratulate him."

"By moving to a city in the northern hemisphere during the summer?" the girl continued to complain. "We will surely be discovered."

The coven leader tsked at the group, shushing them before making her way further into the house. It was very pretty, filled with some of the most luxurious items that money could afford. It was a well fitted home but very modern for her taste. She would have preferred something French in the way of décor, or perhaps Greek.

"I simply want to meet her," Marion enlightened.

"Dis-moi, how do you plan on finding these people?" the youngest snapped.

Taking in the high ceilings and expensive furniture, Marion began to plan how she was going to change the home more to her taste. The open concept was a given, casual and comfortable for the parties that she would no doubt feel pressured to throw abns giving plenty of spare space for the timy family. The kitchen was well stocked with various pans and pots that she planned to use to her advantage. Throughout it all, the things she had amounted over the years would replace the things that she did not find were up to her standards nor of the same quality - French and Swiss made furniture was most certainly the best of style.

"How does anyone find people in this time, Estelle," Hugo exclaimed. "We listen to gossip - spread word of our own that we are looking for them and pull them out from hiding"

Rolling her eyes, Marion made her way to the front window. She gazed out onto the street, fighting a smile that fought to appear at the sight of the many people that lingered outside the house, the art of subtly lost on them as they freely gawked into the curtain drawn window.

"Before the downfall of France-"

"France hasn't fallen," Estelle groaned.

"- I attended every party that I was invited to. My mother believed that it was the way for me to meet a man, to find a suitable match that enjoyed my figure and found my pretty enough to marry. Parties, mon petit chaton, were how you got things done," Marion continued as though her daughter had never said a word. "a party is how we will get this done."

Hugo cheered, going behind his niece, and squeezing the young girl's shoulders with a laugh. "Always so pessimistic," he teased.

Turning back to the window, she gripped the curtains and pulled the closed firmly, blocking out the light from the room. It was relatively darker, a warm light coming from the lamps and chandelier's that filled the house, but they could all easily make out their surroundings.

"Is this better for you?" Marion questioned Estelle. "Dark enough for us evil creatures of the night?"

Estelle moved to the stairs, tugging at the hem of her dress before stomping up the steps and locking herself in one of the rooms causing the others to sigh.

"She'll get over it," Hugo soothed his sister. "You know how much she loved Europe, give her time to adjust."

Marion massaged her temples, already feeling the phantom of a headache appearing at her daughter's attitude - Estelle made her feel human, she made her content but the girl was also a giant pain, as one would expect children to be she supposed. Upstairs, she could hear the girl rummaging through her clothes - various items hitting the floor and others hitting the bed.

It was unfair of her daughter acted this way. Estelle was not the only one to miss Europe but having gone all over, several times over, it was necessary they changed location so as not to draw attention to themselves.

"Are we actually going to have a party?" Hugo questioned.

She sighed, giving her brother a nod. The excitant that oozed off him was ridiculous, but the way his eyes shone bright with joy made the hassle worth it all.

The purple of twilight loomed over the pair as they strolled through the park, whispers filling the air as people observed the siblings with curious eyes. Every time they settled down somewhere new it was the same ordeal. Human's were curious creatures, letting their thoughts and emotions get the best of them - it was something she loved most about humanity, that they endured and reached forward without fear.

People imagined various scenarios to sate their curiosity, their whispers bringing Hugo to clench his fist with the strength of containing his laughter.

"They never grow tired of staring, do they?" Hugo observed.

Marion scanned her surroundings with kind eyes, "They question what they do not understand - we are strange to them brother."

"Yes, I know but one would think they would have been accustomed with others in town like us," he huffed out.

Walks in the park were all the rage when it came to courting young ladies, it seemed, despite the time. Around her were young couples that walked close together sharing fleeting touches and bright smiles - a sight to behold if you were a romantic soul.

She could remember all those years ago, when she had been courted. A match fit for a princess, her mother had told her. It was, for he was quite wealthy and very handsome - it was lucky for her that they were nearly the same age. Edgar had been only a handful of years older than herself, born the same season as her brother, the two had been close friends.

Edgar had taken to her instantly, and she to him. They had snuck chaste kisses when they were away from the burning eyes of chaperons and family. They had always shared a walk in the lovely pink and oranges of sunset - gazing up at the beautiful colours together, and she would paint it for him with intricately woven poetic words and careful strokes of oil paints.

"What are you thinking of?" Hugo questioned gently. "You looked as though you were far away."

"I was, far in the past. I was thinking of Edgar," she whispered, her voice distant as her mind tried to catch up with the world. "Il aurait aimé, New York. The buildings and the hustle and bustle. He would have loved les grandes banques et la musique."

Hugo wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a tight hug, his supernatural strength that crushed her shoulders giving her a sense of comfort and security.

"He would have loved much more than the city," he mumbled.

Around them people watched as the siblings shared a quiet moment together before breaking apart and continuing on their way, speaking to anyone they passed with bright smiles as they introduced themselves over and over - inviting them to a soiree they were going to be throwing for their neighbours and new friends.

"Bonjour," Marion whispered to a small infant as her brother spoke with the parents. He was a precious thing with tufts of dark curly hair, dimples, and an innocent smile. "I can already tell that you are going to grow to be incredibly handsome."

"His name's Henry," the mother told her, the beautiful blonde stepping up to Marion's side. "He's  normally much louder."

Smiling, she made faces at the child, loving the way his face would light up in wonder. "He is going to be an exceptional boy with you as his mother, I can tell."

The woman blushed, the colour clear to the vampire despite the growing darkness. "Oh, thank you," the blonde stammered.

"You should come by our home sometimes when you aren't busy," Marion suggested. "Better yet, I'll send you an invite to our house warming get together."

"A get together?" the new mother asked in surprise.

A sheepish smile graced her face, "Well, it's more like a party, but the offer remains. I'll have to send you an invite."

"But how-"

"It was nice meeting you Vera, you as well Henry. Au revoir!"

•••

Vote,
Comment,
& Follow me on Wattpad

So this is the first crappy chappy, I hope you guys like it better than I did!!

Translations:

Maman: Mom/mother
Dis-moi: Tell me
Mon petit chaton : my little kitten
Il aurait aimé : He would have liked/loved
Les grandes banques et la musique: the big banks and the music
Bonjour : Hello
Au revoir : Goodbye

Unedited 

2018-03-03