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the best day | hayley marshall

- based off ‘the best day’ by taylor swift

SUMMARY: on the fourth year anniversary of your moms death you remember all the good moments ( and some of the bad ) you had with her.

relationship: hayley marshall x daughter!reader & minor lizzie saltzman x reader

warning: bullying, cursing(?)

request?: no

At five years old, your mom told you about the story of vampire, witches and werewolves. It was kid proofed and she would go into more detail when you were older but you had to know this stuff because your parents were hybrids and your aunts and uncles were the original family.

You watched her explain it to you and your twin sister hope in her gentle and kind voice. You couldn’t help but feel anxious as she explained that werewolves were real. Like in little red riding-hood. But your mom wasn’t scared, she was brave. And you wanted to be like her. Because she was the best person you knew.

You and Hope had been attending the salvatore boarding school since you were seven. And you guys never really clicked with anyone. It’s not like you didn’t try — it’s just that being the tribrid freaks didn’t exactly help out.

Now in your teen years, thirteen to be exact, the girls attending the school were mean. especially the headmasters daughters, lizzie and josie.

“No wonder your daddy didn’t stick around, he couldn’t resist his murder urges long enough to be a father” Some kid in class, you think her name is alyssa, yelled out pointing to the title of the book on everyone’s desk klaus mikaelson the great evil

feeling tears weld up in your eyes you stood up, lizzie saltzman watched hesitantly before speaking out her own hurtful words “Yeah i mean, who would want hope and y/n as their kids anyways?”

It stung, it really did. You didn’t know why Lizzie and Josie suddenly started jumping at yours and your sisters throats. It started happening after some fire in hopes room. But it hurt, You used to really like the blonde. Imagining what it would be like if you and hope took up the offer to be friends with her when you first arrived.

You ran out of the classroom and into your dorm. Putting up a barrier spell and crying on your floor. After two hours of refusing to leave your room — even when headmistress caroline forbes knocked and asked you if you wanted to talk about it. You heard a familiar knock and the kind voice of your mother call out “Sweetie, Do you mind coming out?” headmistress forbes must have called her.

You wiped your tears and opened the door “Mommy” You cried and gave her a hug. She rubbed your back for ten minutes until you calmed down. Then told you to follow her.

You spent the day at mystic grill for lunch, and then shopping, then some icecream and to finish the day off — you went on a walk around mystic falls.

When your mom gave you the tightest hug ever and told you to call her if you needed anything — no matter how small, you couldn’t even remember who alyssa chang and lizzie saltzman were.

You had the best day with your mom today.

At fifteen years old, You watched with power-disabling chains on your wrist as someone you knew as your uncle elijah stabbed your father “Elijah” Your mom whispered out. But he didn’t help her. He walked over to you and grabbed you as he saw you run towards your mom. She closed her eyes for a second before looking between you and hope. Mouthing ‘I love you’ before pulling greta’s hand out of her chest — snapping off gretas daylight ring finger and using her vampire speed to speed out the door. You watched as your mom light up in flames as your dad screamed and your uncle elijah, the man she loved released you. You fell to your knees and ran over to your moms burning body screaming something along the lines of mom! don’t leave me, i still need you . Your dad grabbed you before you could touch her burning body.

That was the worst day of your life

Now, At nineteen after defeating a god with the help of people you thought you never be friends with. Holding the hand of the person you thought would never such as breathe near you willingly — You stand infront of the tree that had carved in hayley marshall

“I’ll miss you forever mom” You whisper, tracing the writing with your fingers before wiping the tear that fell. You felt a hand on your back and looked up to face your girlfriend, lizzie saltzman.

She pulled you in for a hug as you sobbed into her shoulder. You would miss your mom forever, Just as your sister hope will. But your mom loved you, you know that. So that’s why you chose to celebrate her life.

“I love you mom” You whisper quietly.

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lizzie-queenofmeigas · 27 days

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How Alyssa Chang Found A Home.

Rebekah Mikaelson had been alive for over a thousand years and in all that time she had very few wishes. She wanted love, a husband. She wanted someone who would love her no matter what. And she wanted a child. She wanted children of her own. That much was always a wish of hers. When she was human it was a given, that she would be wed and give her husband sons. But fate had other plans for her. As a vampire she couldn't bear children. Nik had adopted Marcel, but Rebekah always thought it a great risk with Mikael hunting them down. She couldn't bring a child to such environment.

It was different now. She and Marcel had a home, even if it didn't feel like one. No one was hunting her. She was supposed to be at peace. Happy.

She wasn't.

She loved Marcel, always had, but something was missing. Her family. How very painful it was to be away from them. She couldn't be in the same room as her brothers or niece and nephew. Yes, they had phones—handy inventions those—, but it was not the same. And Elijah was no longer present, his memories erased. Elijah had always been there. And now he wasn't.

But it was not just that. It was her foolish human dreams as well. A child. Sometimes she caught herself thinking there were too many empty rooms in the house. Naively believing they could just adopt an orphan.

Is what Nik did, isn't it?

Different circumstances. But more dangerous as well. Why couldn't she do the same?

–Bekah – her love's voice tore her away from her thoughts – Is everything alright?

Rebekah was sitting on the window ledge, her gaze directed at the estate that surrounded the house. It was dark outside and a cool breeze came through the open window. The living room was empty, the huge room painted in white saddened her. It felt like an echo of her own heart. Almost empty.

She pushed herself back inside with her arms and closed the window behind her. Marcel was worried. He was always so attentive.

–Just thoughts – she shook her head and forced a smile.

–Ey, none of that – he said reaching for her hand, holding it in-between his – Tell me what's wrong.

–It's foolish – she said but the worry in his eyes compelled her to say more – I...you know I have always wanted a child. I thought that maybe now that things are calm...

Marcel smiled at her, one of those dazzling smiles of his that always lifted her spirits. Rebekah found the strength to smile back. It was genuine this time.

Bonnie rubbed her temples. She could feel a headache coming and the argument was not over. Not even close.

–She is a kid – the witch repeated tired.

Alaric's office was lit up only by a lamp over the desk. The shadows of her, Alaric and Caroline occupied the walls. It was night and she wanted to go home to Ivan. But they weren't done. Sometimes she thought she shouldn't have accepted the job at the Salvatore School. Many times. But if she hadn't things would be way worse than they were now. Alaric and Caroline were not made for running a school with supernatural kids. Their first instinct when a kid did something bad or broke a rule, was to lock them up. And Bonnie didn't have a degree in education, but she knew that they shouldn't be doing that.

–She is putting people in danger – Alaric began again – It's best for her to-

–To take away her memories? – Bonnie scoffed at him – You can't do that. Not without her consent and not until she is an adult.

–She keeps picking fights with Lizzie and Josie – her friend argued – Now using magic. No matter what we say she keeps doing it, and it's not like we can send her somewhere else. She has no family.

Alyssa Chang had accidentally burned down her house a few years back. Her parents died in the fire. She was a powerful, deeply traumatized, nine year-old witch. It was a explosive combination. Still, it was not within their rights to steal her memories.

–What is Emma's opinion?

Emma Tig was the psychologist of the school, she attended all the kids. Bonnie thought they should hire another one, Emma was overwhelmed with all the work. Pretty much all the kids in the school had some kind of issue or trauma and they all went to her. The poor woman almost didn't have any time to herself.

–Same as always, Alyssa is uncooperative – Alaric sighed – Bonnie this is our only choice.

–I said no!

–But you are not in charge here! – Alaric barked making her recoil– We are.

Bonnie looked at Care, her eyes wide. Her friend said nothing, did nothing. Alaric's rage issues were nothing new. During the last year she had seen him angry and yelling more than she ever had. But it was never directed towards her or Care. Until now.

Alaric made no attempt to apologise. Caroline didn't move a muscle. Bonnie exhaled and left the room. It was not her office either way. And she was not in the mood for arguing more. She had one thing to focus on and that was not Alaric or Caroline, it was Alyssa Chang.

If someone adopted her Caroline and Alaric wouldn't be her tutors, she reasoned, and if they aren't they can't erase her memories.

Easier said than done. People didn't usually want to adopt children, they wanted babies. And Alyssa was a problematic child. A problematic child with too much power.

As Bonnie closed the door of her office, her phone started to buzz. Esme's smiling face appeared on the screen. She picked it up.

–Hey, cousin – Esme greeted – Are you home?

–No. Too much going on at the moment – she sighed –Alyssa again.

–Poor kid. What has she done now?

–Alaric and Caroline want to erase her memories.

–That's fucked up. I'm not surprised though. See, is a good thing that I didn't send my boy there.

Yeah, Bonnie agreed mentally.

–Do you know anyone who would want to adopt a troubled young witch?

She wasn't expecting the answer.

–Actually....

Alyssa was being adopted. Or that was what Doctor Saltzman and Mrs. Salvatore told her. She didn't know who would want to adopt her or why. After what she did to her parents.

My fault.

Did they know? Had they told them? They couldn't know, if they had they wouldn't want her. No one would.

She walked to the common room, Mrs. Bennett was walking behind her. She was always very kind to Alyssa. No one else cared for her like she did. Mrs. Bennett told her that she was going to be adopted by a couple of vampires. She supposed they were good vampires, but the nervousness in Mrs. Bennett's face made her doubt.

It was better if they weren't good. Maybe they were planning to eat her. Maybe she deserved it.

In the common room Doctor Saltzman and Mrs. Salvatore sat on the couch next to a man and a woman. The woman was blonde, tall and very pretty, she smiled at Alyssa. The man was good-looking too, and he also smiled at Alyssa. It made her blush, having everyone's eyes on her.

–Alyssa, these are Rebekah and Marcel – Mrs. Bennett introduced them – This is Alyssa.

Marcel had very kind eyes and a bright smile. Rebekah was softer, in a way she couldn't explain. And they looked at her like one would at an injured kitten.

They don't know.

She smiled back.

They took Alyssa home with them during the summer. Marcel thought it fast, but apparently it was an emergency. According to Esme, at least. And he was also adopted in the spot, taken home to the Mikaelsons the same day they met. He did the same with Davina when he rescued her from the Harvest. Maybe it was just a family thing. Express adoptions.

Alyssa certainly didn't complain. Not about that. The kid had a temper, she was snarky and didn't trust them yet. Marcel thought she was going to fit in perfectly. Only three months with them and she was already talking back without thinking twice. He had taken longer to do that. But the situations were different.

Rebekah and him were told of what happened to her parents. How Alyssa lost control of her powers. But Bekah and him were both indestructible, so they had an advantage. When they told her that, Alyssa had relaxed noticeably. She blamed herself for what happened to her parents. The poor kid.

Despite Alyssa's behaviour, how snarky she was, they hadn't really bonded with her. They couldn't. For a nine year old she put very thick walls around herself. No matter what they tried, she wouldn't communicate with them. He wondered if she thought they were going to give her back. Probably.

God, this whole situation is messy as fuck.

Marcel had taken Davina under his care, but she had been fifteen at the time. Alyssa was nine. Nine. A year younger than he had been when he met his father. He thought it would be easier. That's on him.

And so three months in, he called his father. They talked more than once a week, but Marcel never called Klaus to ask for advice. Most of his advices ended up with blood or started with blood. But he really couldn't think of anyone else who could help him in that particular situation.

–Marcellus? It's quite late here – Klaus told him after answering his phone.

Marcel snorted.

–Yeah, because you were sleeping.

–I could have been – he protested in an almost childish way –Is everything alright?

He had complained —Klaus's words— to him about the Alyssa's situation a lot on the past three months. Rebekah did too. But not once he asked for advice. He mostly asked Esme and Hayley about that, not that anything they said worked with Alyssa. But things were pretty different between them and their children.

–I'm worried – he confessed – She won't say anything. Won't communicate. The poor kid probably thinks we are going to give her back to Saltzman. What do I do?

Surprisingly, his father didn't need to think about it too much before answering him.

–Find something you have in common with her. Talk to her. And have patience. You are definitely better at that than I am – he joked.

Patience. He could do that.

When Marcel hung up the phone he left it over the kitchen counter, distracted by the sound of footsteps. They weren't Rebekah's. It was Alyssa who appeared in the kitchen, quiet and barely addressing him with anything other than a nod. Things in common.

Like what?

–You know, I was adopted too – he said watching her.

She was searching for something to eat, opening the drawers when he spoke. Alyssa tilted her head at him. Seemingly debating whether let her curiosity guide her or not.

–Really? – she allowed, letting her curiosity win.

Marcel smiled. Small victories.

–Yeah. I was only a year older than you when my father adopted me. Back in the 19th century – he clarified – I didn't know anything about vampires at the time.

Alyssa seemed to be considering his words.

–A vampire adopted you? – she stopped going through the drawers to sit on a chair.

–Yeah. It was actually Rebekah's brother, Klaus.

Alyssa frowned. Something he said confused her.

–Doesn't that make Rebekah your aunt?

Marcel cringed. Yeah. Kinda.

–It's complicated – he said – Anyway, I was pretty nervous. I mean this, man who wanted to adopt me was rich and powerful. But I...I was terrified. I thought that if I did something wrong he would send me back.

A flash of understanding appeared in Alyssa's eyes, afterwards they turned glassy.

–But he didn't – she whispered.

Marcel shook his head.

–He didn't. And we won't.

It was a promise. She was family now.

Marcel got along with Alyssa. It was no surprise, he was always good with kids. Rebekah was happy for them, truly. It was good for them both. But she hadn't connected with Alyssa yet. For much that she liked kids and wanted them, she wasn't used to being around them. No one let their kids around vampires.

Maybe that was why Alyssa and her didn't get along. They were polite, kind to each other. But that was it. Even when Rebekah offered something she rejected it.

That doesn't mean I stop trying.

She walked pass her bedroom. The room had little decoration despite Alyssa having been there for nearly seven months. Rebekah offered to take her shopping, to buy stuff to decorate and paint for the walls. She declined. Alyssa was sitting in front of the dresser trying to braid her hair. Trying and failing.

–Do you need any help? – she asked stepping inside the room.

Alyssa tensed and shook her head. She looked at Rebekah's reflection in the mirror, not turning around.

–No, thanks.

–Are you sure? – the vampire pressed – I used to do it a lot while growing up, for my mother and brothers..

That made her turn on her chair to look at Rebekah with a frown.

–Your brothers wore braids?

The blonde chuckled. Sometimes she forgot how odd that might sound to someone that only knew the 21st century.

–It was the fashion back then.

Alyssa seemed to consider her for a moment before nodding and turning to the mirror. Rebekah grabbed another chair and placed it behind Alyssa so that she could braid her hair easier. She hadn't done that in a while. The vampire sat on the chair and grabbed the hairbrush to brush her hair before styling it.

–Did your mother teach you? – asked the little witch.

Rebekah was not overly fond of talking about Esther, but that time she allowed it.

–My mother gave away my elder sister, Freya, when she was four – she brushed her hair gently – Growing up she used to tell me how she always wanted daughters, but she rarely talked about Freya. My mother taught me many things, to cook, to sew, that kind of things.

Alyssa was silent afterwards, her mouth pressed in a thin line.

–My mother died because of me – she whispered with a broken voice and teary eyes.

Rebekah ceased her motions, putting the hairbrush down.

–That was not your fault – gently, Rebekah placed her hands over Alyssa's shaking shoulders – It wasn't. You lost control, you didn't mean to.

–But I-

–Not your fault – Rebekah repeated firmly but kindly –Sometimes we loose control of our abilities and do things we don't want to. It has happened to me.

Alyssa wiped her eyes as if she was ashamed of crying.

–Really?

–I...well, had a "crush" on a boy and...It was just days after I was turned, I found him skinning a deer. He was surprised to see me and cut his hand – Rebekah inhaled sharply – I couldn't control myself. You didn't kill your parents Alyssa, you lost control. That was not your fault.

The witch's eyes were red and brimming with tears, she could see through the mirror. Alyssa sniffed and nodded, her heartbeat slowing down. Silently, Rebekah returned to brushing her hair.

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