Random OCs from moi

Vampire Diaries tv OC

"That's a lovely song." An unknown voice came from above her. Hëlle jumped, placing a hand over her rapidly beating heart. She cursed at the sight of the man who scared her and tried to get up, struggling a bit with the weight of her skirts. The man, smirking widely, offered her a hand which she grudgingly took.

"It's very rude of you to come and frighten me." She snapped and turned around to leave as the man chuckled.

"I apologize.

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"Kol. What an unwanted surprise." A lone voice rang out in the alley where the rebel Original was busy feeding off a lovely looking girl. He jerked away from the girl in surprise, blood dripping from his face. The owner of the voice stepped closer to him and a smirk fell across the bloody face as he recognized the orange hair paired with unamused brown eyes.

"Hëlle. What a pleasant surprise." He countered, genuinely pleased to see his old friend but she remained stone-faced.

"I would have to disagree with that considering that's my girl you're snacking on." He blinked in confusion and switched his gaze to the girl he fed on who was staring idly at the wall, his compulsion still working on her.

"Your girl as in?"

"She works for me and I prefer her to be in top shape. It's hard to grab clients if you're all bloody and lifeless." Kol started to laugh at the situation he was in and ran his hands through his hair before pointing to his old friend.

"You own a brothel?" He said in amazement. Out of all the people, he couldn't believe that his wildling was prostituting girls out for money! He would've believed Rebekah was doing it before he thought of Hëlle. Hëlle shrugged and walked to the brunette, biting her wrist to put it in Lizzie's mouth.

"It's a tough economy out here, Kol and there is always money where the girls are. I'm sure you know all about that. I'm simply taking advantage of the opportunities that come my way" She tossed over her shoulder before fixing Lizzie's head to face her own and told her to go back to her room. Kol was still laughing and tossed an arm over Hëlle's shoulder.

"Oh, this is better than gold! If only Elijah could see this!" Kol grinned madly to Hëlle. She rolled her eyes and handed a handkerchief to Kol so he could clean his face up.

"It's respectable enough." She defended. "It makes good money, and helps keeps my girls off the street where that Jack the Ripper is mucking about. And the best thing is all the gossip I can gather to use for blackmail against any man who tries to take away my business from me." She grinned darkly as if imagining the men in front of her. "They think because I'm a woman, I shouldn't have access to the money I make and I should rely solely on men. I just wish the women in my village could hear these opinions and show everyone, who is the true gender to come out on top."

"Easy there, wildling. Your bloodthirst is coming out." Kol teased. Hëlle rolled her eyes and nudged his hip.

"Come. Let me show you the best pub around this block. It's a guaranteed good time and we can catch the other up about what happened throughout the decades."

"Sure. I could use a drink after you interrupted my dinner."

"Well, you disrupted my business first."

"Come on, Wildling. It's not like I knowingly meant to do it." He complained. She rolled her eyes but linked her arm with his.

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"Come here, Erik. Meet mamma's friend." Hëlle cooed from her son's room. Erik looked into his mother's warm brown eyes and smiled widely, toddling towards her and away from the grumpy handmaid that was watching over him. Hëlle nodded politely to the girl and picked up her son, nuzzling his nose to hers as she walked back to Rebekah. The handmaiden was pleasant enough but ever since the small bump of hers came into view, the handmaiden has become harsher and harsher to Erik. Not physically but her words and negligence. Hëlle didn't like leaving her son in the handmaid's hands for more than necessary. Pushing the thought out of her mind, she walked right up to Rebekah and Hëlle's smile widened as she saw Rebekah's eyes widened at the sight of the small boy and Hëlle could see her heart literally melt.

"Oh, he is precious!" She gasped, holding her hands out for permission. Hëlle smiled and handed her vennin min over to the blonde who quickly gained her friendship so easily.

"Erik, this is Rebekah. Rebekah, this is my Lille prins, Erik." Hëlle introduced them, kissing Erik's curls as he looked shyly at the woman holding him.

"Hello, Erik. My, you're such a handsome boy." Rebekah smiled, fixing a stray curl jutting out. Erik smiled at her and tugged on a strand of Rebekah's hair.

"Pretty," Erik mumbled. Rebekah's smile widened until her cheeks hurt and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Aren't you a charmer? How old is he?" She asked, looking curiously at Hëlle.

"He was born 2 winters ago. Nearly killed me but he was worth all the pain." Hëlle smiled lovingly at her son. "The lord was pleased with a son so he left me be for a few moons. An added bonus of course." She gave a teasing wink to Rebekah who laughed. The handmaiden appeared in the room at the sound of laughter and curled her fists in her skirts.

"Am I to be excused now, ma'am?" She asked, forcing a polite smile. The two ladies looked at her curiously but her mistress nodded her head.

"Yes. Thank you Charity. I'll see you in two days." Hëlle dismissed her with a nice smile. Erik waved goodbye to his nanny with a small scowl on his tiny face. Charity kept the pleasant expression on her face till she left the apartment before a hateful look appeared. Caressing her bump where the spark of life resided, she scowled at the door. She was almost positive her child would be a boy but since that savage whore of the lord already bore him a son, her child will get no recognition. Yes, he will be a bastard but she knew the Lord would've accepted him if he had no son to be his heir. It wasn't fair that the savage from another country has become his wife where she, pretty and hailed from the same town as the Lord, had to become the whore's handmaiden. Even when the Lord had bedded her, he reminded her that he had no intention for her to even become the mistress; claiming if the savage's father ever found out that his daughter was being mistreated in this way, that there would be a war coming to England so she had to keep her pretty mouth shut. It was an unjust insult and she hated him after that. He and his barbarian wife and their disgusting mongrel of a son. She strolled down to her living space in the servant's shelter and laid down on her bed, staring at the old ceiling above her. If only the mongrel didn't exist, then she would have a better life caring for her and the Lord's son. It was a pity he never got sick... Dark thoughts stormed Charity's mind and an unfortunate plan started to hatch inside. The boy was still young though. She knew plenty of stories where the child just suddenly passed according to God's will. What's to say that it won't happen to the mongrel? What's to say if he just stopped breathing one night and couldn't be brought back? Who could claim to be the Lord's heir then?