The Enemy Daughter.

progule

Note; Characters I dont own. The blossoms are colliding to the originals and there from a show riverdale I am changing the show for my own benefit)

The Mikaelson and the Blossoms thought they hated each other but now, blood shed has tore new orleans  apart and thats exactly Klaus Mikaelson intention.

The news of Jason Blossom strange disappearance created mystery in the town New Orleans. This agrivated Marcel his town was torn apart.

The Blossoms Knew that the  Mikaelson were responsible for there sons disappearance.

The day went by as Cheryl shut herself away in her room. All she wanted more than ever was her brother to come home. He meant everything to her, he was the only one she could trust.

Nobody knew exactly why The Blossoms and The Mikaelson hated each other. Nobody wanted to. Apart from cheryl. Cheryl believed secrets always come out eventually. She sighed as she lost herself in her thoughts. She  knew she couldnt avoid the earth forever, she threw herself together as she made herself useful. She decided to head to town and get some answers.

It wasnt the best ideas of hers; she didnt know her away round New Orleans as well as she thought. Was she lost? Maybe.

Many people brushed past her as she tried to walk through the busy crowd. She felt nudged, pushed. She almost feel powerless she pushed herself through the busy crowd getting to a unusual setting.

The sun was beginning to set now and Cheryl knew it was a bad idea to be on her own in the dark, but something spot her eye she could see a police line in the distance. She knew she should of gone home. But of course she let her curiosity get the better of her she followed the crowd of people who huddled around the Line.

Cheryl rolled her eyes, she hated the crowds, the people she wished she was still curled in her bed.

She pushed her way through the crowd feeling nudged to the side and side as she felt herself forcing herself to the scene.

It took her a few secounds to digest the scene.

It was a dead body.

Cheryl felt unable to move, her legs felt weak and she felt lightheaded as she tried to focus on the horrifying image but couldnt. She wanted to open her mouth wanting to scream. She felt herself screaming inside. She felt herself in pure shock.

Her knees feel to the ground in the instant as she felt warm tears stream down her hot cheeks.

It was Jason.
Jason was Dead.