Fan Fiction – The Emerald Green Pendant

Before we begin: This is my very first attempt at fan fiction. I have chosen the characters from the show – The Originals.

“Mary, please…”, Hayley pleaded. “You have to let both of us go.”

“I said NO”, Mary replied sternly. She closed the door of the wardrobe with a crisp and held the dress she has pulled out to Hayley. It was black in color. But it wasn’t the mournful sort of black that Hayley had got used to wearing. It was inky. It reminded her of the endless night sky during a new moon – ready for the beginning of a new lunar phase. She took it from Mary and held it against herself and looked in the mirror. The material surprised her. She had expected it to be silky and velvety. But instead it was soft and warm. Florals circled around its waist like a belt.

“Thanksgiving is kind of a big deal with Elijah’s family”, she murmured running her fingers around all over the dress.

“Thanksgiving is an American holiday. Why are the Mikaelsons even celebrating it?”, Mary inquired, shuffling through more drawers.

“Well, their mother always wanted to settle in America. So, they celebrate it now instead, as a way of honoring her memory. It is a big deal to Elijah. He wants me to meet the family. This is the first time I’ll be meeting them.” As Hayley said it, she realized her skin had gone pale. The whiteness of her body stood her in contrast to the dress she was clutching against it in both hands.

Mary came up behind her and gently pulled the dress away from her grip. “And isn’t that pressure enough for you, sweetheart? Without taking Hope along too?”, she asked.

“Elijah specifically asked me to bring Hope. They are all looking forward to meet her too”, Hayley protested weakly.

Mary sighed, “You know how I feel about that…”

Hayley felt herself chilling from within. “What happened was an accident, it – “

“But it still happened”, Mary interjected. “Now, I cannot change the past and I certainly cannot stop you from your future. Which is why, you go. Have a lovely evening. Enjoy the dinner. Once Hope is old enough, she can meet the family later. Just not now. Besides, she’s just a year old. She’s not going to remember what happens today. Now, here…wear this.”

Hayley looked down at the small rectangular box that Mary extended. She didn’t need to open it to know what was inside. Instinctively, she stepped back. “I couldn’t…I can’t…”, she murmured. She could feel the pinpricks of tears threatening to start from the corner of her eyes. “It’s – “

“The pendant that Jackson gave you at your wedding,” Mary finished. For a minute, they both looked at each other and Hayley saw the memory rise crystal clear in her mind. The tired face of the Mary in front of her was replaced by a Mary smiling with glee as she looked at Jackson and Hayley standing at the altar. Hayley had felt so sure about their life that day, when they had shared their first kiss as husband and wife. She had looked over at Mary, covertly swiping at her eyes and giving her son and daughter-in-law a proud and happy smile.

The Mary back in the present swiped quickly at her eyes too and rubbed her hands on her skirt. “It is the pendant that Jackson gave you at your wedding. Which means it is a good luck charm. I know he would have wanted you to wear it today.”

She extended the box to her yet again. Hayley took it with shaking fingers. She had put away everything that had a memory of Jackson attached to it. It was too much to bear. It was too much to look at without collapsing in on herself. She was never good with grief. She had lost her parents when she was very young. She didn’t even remember them well to grieve them properly. But Jackson was someone she had shared almost ten years of her life with. And he had promised her that there would be more years to go. More sunsets and full moons to gaze at. And they were so content together. They were expecting a baby – a girl. And then they were hit – out of nowhere.

Overnight, Hayley’s life changed. She remembered she had heard screams of pure terror all the while when she was pulled away from the car wreck and rolled into the ER and the nurse shook her violently to shut her up, because she was the one screaming, and she was the one who couldn’t breathe and her precarious condition had put the baby at risk.

She had thought she had lost them both that night – Jack and their child. The next day when she opened her eyes, there was this man sitting next to her bed. Tall, somber and wearing a suit. He said his name was Elijah. That it had been one of his company’s trucks that had hit their car last night. And that he could “handle” the damages and wanted to help the family. And that he was sorry for her loss. Her loss…

She couldn’t even bring herself to think about what she had lost. It wasn’t just her husband or her best friend. She had lost a reason, a will, the need to live. And she had no desires at all, until three months later, her daughter, Hope had come into the world.

Strangely through all this, the tall suited guy who called himself Elijah was always there around her. He helped her with the insurance, he helped her move out into a different apartment, he took her to visit the doctor.

He was the one who drove Mary to the hospital the night Hope was born. Mary was stuck in a heavy rain with a broken-down car and it was 3 am in the morning. Elijah had gone to get her and at first, she had refused to get into a vehicle with the person who was indirectly linked to what had happened to her son. But for her granddaughter, she had complied.

Gradually, as Hope grew up over the year, Elijah and Hayley’s relationship became deeper. They never spoke about Jackson. Elijah always spoke about Hope and the future. And Hope liked him too. Her face lit up whenever he visited, and Hayley felt something shift inside her. Elijah could never replace Jack. But he helped dull the pain that Jack’s absence left behind.

Of course, she knew Mary didn’t approve of it. Even though she never tried to stop Hayley and Hope from seeing Elijah, she could feel her annoyance. Her withdrawal whenever Elijah was around. So, when he invited her to Thanksgiving to meet his family, to literally take the next step up in their relationship, she knew that this would be too much to ask for. Especially since Mary was already helping her babysit Hope for the day.

She opened the box. Inside was a pendant, the size of a pebble – the kind of pebbles she and Jack would collect whenever they had beach dates. It was emerald green. She picked it up and held it. The tiny gold chain attached to the pendant glittered as it caught the light of the room. The pendant though, seemed to absorb the light within itself and let out a momentary glow.

Mary helped her fasten the chain around her neck and rest the stone below her collarbone. She looked at the Mary in the mirror, who smiled and said, “It brings out the color of your beautiful eyes.”

Hayley turned around and gave her a hug. “Thank you.”

“Go! Get dressed!”, Mary shooed her away. “Hope will be okay. The Kenner troop is turning up for dinner. She’ll be surrounded with family.”

“And what will you tell them when they ask where I am?”

“I’ll tell them – it’s time we all moved on.”

​Scribed #5

6.30 pm

Without further prompt, she switched off her laptop, stuffed it in to her handbag along with the bottle and hurried away from her desk before anybody could call her back! 

Another day was over. It looked quite routine and normal on the surface just like everyone else’s but she felt the sinking feeling growing wider with every step she took. 

She had tried to start it with positivity, she reflected as she checked out at the main gates and started walking towards the bus parked on the other side of the road. 

She had put a lot of effort into the presentation, had worked on it for a week. But in the meeting, her manager started launching into an explanation of the product to the sales team. Her words. Her exact words. And the sales team looked very impressed with it. Just that the appreciation was routed toward her manager. 

At lunch, she sat between her friends while they were discussing their weekend. Miss Always-Out-On-Weekends was going on about this ‘marvelous restaurant by the beach’ which she visited  with her boyfriend and Mrs Family-Woman-Now was telling about how her daughter won the sports competition. She had no amazing story to share. Hers was a normal stay at home weekend. To which, Miss Always-Out-On-Weekends said sarcastically, “Wow!! Because the chance to do nothing comes very rarely kno?” 

And there was the topic she would not let her mind think on. Because every time  she thought about the way he left, she felt like – 

“What the hell!! ”

Someone had pulled her towards the side of the road. Strange, wasn’t she already walking on the side of the road? She looked up in the angry face of her colleague who repeated yet again,” What the hell?? Were you trying to get yourself killed? ”

Bewildered she looked back over her shoulder back to her colleague unsure why she was so angry.” Umm.. I’m sorry… What? ”

” Did you not see that car? ”

” Car??! “, she asked blankly. 

” Are you sure you are okay? “, her rescuer asked her. It wasn’t a kind question. Just an exasperation on having to intervene. 

She stared at her, tried to say something, hesitated then flashed her a smile and said in a rather high voice,” Yes I’m fine!! ”

Her colleague frowned at her and said in a little lighter tone,” U’ll be able to walk to your bus? ”

” Yes yes”, she smiled again rather idiotically and thanked her colleague and started walking towards her bus. 

At the door, she turned back to see her colleague had already disappeared like how the whirlpool of her emotions disappeared as if sucked by a plug – abandonment, betrayal, hurt, anger, dissatisfaction,  resentment, jealousy, fear – all pulled into itself in a wide sinking pit. 

​Z for Zest

Off lately, my interest in the things that interest me had dipped rather badly. I couldn’t find that eagerness I used to have earlier. 

When I started this 26 day Alphabet and  Feelings series, it was an attempt to put myself back on the blogosphere. And I want to say, I really enjoyed writing this series. A new alphabet each day – new feelings to ponder on – I have to sort of come to terms with what I feel.
And it would not have been possible, without the support of all you lovely readers who have liked my posts and left encouraging comments for me. Your reactions to my posts encouraged me to write further. 

So, Z is for the zest of all you readers. 

Thank you so much!! 🤗🤗