Destiny

prologue

Destiny Marshall was never one to follow rules. It was unruly for you to ever expect her to enter class on time, eat in the cafeteria without once bothering the dinner lady, or attend her practicals without attempting to blow Brexton Baker's face off.

So, it was safe to say that her sitting in the principal's office, being yelled at was not considered unruly either. "Really?" A disappointed principal stated, her mind buzzing with irritation, "Destiny this is the fifth time this week! What on earth were you thinking!" she scolded, rubbing her temples to calm her agitated nerves.

Destiny's fingers traced over the oak swirls embroidered within the table, her eyes drawn directly to the patterns, not slightly bothered by her teachers' words. "Maybe I wasn't thinking at all," she stated, dazed and unbothered.

"For godsakes child, is there not a single bone in your body that feels remorse?" the principal asked, as her phone slowly levitated across the room. The principal was a witch.

She shrugged her shoulders, her curly blonde tumbling down in ringlets. "I'm calling your aunt. This has crossed the line. If I hadn't known you since you were a small child I would've expelled you by now."

Destiny's eyes loomed over the room, "She won't come. You know she won't come."

The principal, Mrs Bentley was Destiny's best friend's older sister. She, at the ripe age of 25 had finished her teaching degree and after a rough battle was appointed headmistress of The Salvatore School of East London, the second branch of the original Mystic Falls version. Mrs Bentley sighed, tapping Destiny's feet which were lounging on her desk, as she slouched back on the chair. "She loves you. She's just busy down in New Orleans with her pack."

Destiny shrugged her shoulders, "I'm sure she does love me," she paused, "but sometimes love isn't enough."

Mrs Bentley shook her head, the black, thick curls moving side to side, "It is Destiny. You don't realise that til the day you lose it. Anyway, you need to write an apology to Hunter and his Alpha. What you did, telling Brexton to compel that human. And then for him to purposely get into a fight with Hunter to trigger his curse," she sat back in disgust, "It's despicable, and the furthest thing I would expect someone like you to do."

Hunter Lockwood may not have turned all wolfy yet, but the pack his parents traveled with before they died had vowed to protect their son, regardless of supernatural state.

Destiny smiled half-heartedly, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why is it so hard to believe that I would do such a thing? Is it because I have the gene, 'cuz if it is, you should know, I'm not stupid enough to trigger it."

* * *

"I thought you'd never come out of there," Ziva DeMario, another one of Destiny's best friends' remarked.

"Yeah, tell your sister to loosen up on the lectures," Destiny turned to Grace. The three of them, also known as the power squad, practically ruled the school. One witch, one wolf, one wolfblood witch.

"No. This was outta line Destiny."

"Oh, please not you too," Destiny groaned, Ziva chuckled.

"Nah, this was wrong. What if he actually triggered it?"

"Yeah, but he didn't."

"But he could've!" Grace continued, pushing the door open to their dorm.

"But he didn't. Just drop it Gracie," Ziva added.

Gracelyn's jaw swung open, her expression a vivid copy of the look of annoyance that wavered on Mrs Bentley's face not too long ago, "You're on her side?! Aren't you a wolf, isn't Hunter Lockwood apart of your pack? Why are you supporting that," she pressed.

Ziva rolled her eyes, unbothered by her words, "Because he deserved it. You see the way he acts all high and mighty. I say Destiny did him a favour, bringing him back to the real world where he's a small dicked asshole."

Grace rolled her eyes, "I'm so bloody sick of you lot. I'm gonna go down to Kassidy's party, I need alcohol to make it through Destiny's bullshit."

The next day arrived with a bang. The hallways were chattering away at the new gossip and every student had already heard the new rumour. Ziva, Grace and Destiny marched down the aisle of lockers, like Regina George and her clan, "Please don't tell me you did what you did?" the familiar voice drifted around like a welcomed aroma. A sudden burst of happiness exploded in Destiny's stomach, and all she wanted to do was reach out and hug her.

"Aunt Andrea."

* * *

"You can't ignore me forever," Andrea spoke, following Destiny as she whizzed around her room.

"Oh you'll find that I can and most definitely will."

"Mercy..." Andrea trailed off sitting on her bed as her eyes continued to buzz around the room, following her every move, "Destiny, I need you to listen to me," she spoke sternly.

"What? Are you going to lecture me about how I shouldn't have forced Hunter to fight against a human? Because I already know I shouldn't have."

"Then why'd you do it?" Destiny huffed, stood up straight and faced her aunt.

"Because he's a bastard. He deserved it."

Andrea wore a solemn smile, looking down at the girl before her. "I think we should go for a walk."

The two strolled down the streets of England, stopping briefly at a cafe for scones and coffee.
"The first time I turned was in my parent's living room. I was drunk on a boat trip and accidentally killed someone. I've paid that price ever since."

"But you're a hybrid, you don't need to turn every full moon anymore."

Andrea considered this, allowing her eyes to roam the walls of the cafe, "You're right. But I was still a werewolf before a hybrid, and trust me it sucked," she paused, watching Destiny as she took a sip of her coffee, "no one deserves that Mercy. No one deserves to break every bone in their body over and over again. No matter how much of a pompous ass he might've been, the curse is a curse not a punishment."

Destiny fiddled with her fingers, looking shamefully down at them, "I know," she mumbled.

"So you'll apologise then?" Andrea pressed. Destiny smirked, and Andrea couldn't help but notice the resemblance...

She shook her head, "I had my reasons for doing what I did. I don't regret it."

Finally giving in, her aunt dropped the topic, knowing it would be no use trying to battle against Destiny's will. "How's your siphoning going?"

"Kai's been helping me," she paused, taking a bite from her scone, "He's a good man, honestly. I just think he's been labelled the black sheep for a little too long."

The brunette sighed, "look baby, I didn't come here to talk to you about siphoning or Hunter," Andrea paused, her eyes filled with guilt, "there's some stuff happening back home with my pack and-"

"You're not going to be back for a while," Destiny finished, her eyes avoiding emotion.

Andrea looked at her sincerely, "I'm sorry sweetheart."

"How long?"

"Until everything blows over," Andrea watched as Destiny shifted in her seat.

"Well you best hop back to New Orleans then," she pulled back her chair, grabbed her coat and headed out the cafe.

"Mercy!" Andrea chased after her, careful not to spook the locals. She called, and called and called. Praying that she would stop walking, to just take a glance behind her. But then, out of the corner of her eye, her niece disappeared behind a wall.

"I love you," she sighed, breathlessly, shrugging her shoulders in defeat.