Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

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New Orleans, Afternoon

THE past is never truly forgotten, merely hidden behind deceit and lies to keep it uncovered.

It was why Elijah found himself stuck looking at the settee in the corner of the brightly lit room. The colours were worn along with the wood, intricate details were carved into the legs. Yet it was the memories it brought that kept him hooked.

He could recall many times he and his better half had sat there, discussing anything between simple gossip to sophisticated thoughts. She was enlightening, a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of his siblings.

Perhaps that was why it hurt so much when the truth came out, when he realized it was all a ploy.

Recalling that he had in fact been in the middle of a conversation, the Original finally spoke with a absent tone. Despite his intention.

"Yes, it should serve our purposes. It's a sanctuary for our business in the Quarter. Right now, you are the most important person in this family. You need a good home."

Hayley Marshall stood tentatively, her hands holding onto a beige sheet. She was squared, not able to drop the wall that had built up over the years of mistrust.

Vampires we're not kind, they were not giving. It simply wasn't in their species. A built character flaw to surviving. If they gave, if they hoped and grieved then they would die.

"And because of this I believe precautions should be taken." The eldest Mikaelson Began, reaching into his pant pocket while turning to come face with Hayley.

Taking out a shut off phone, He met the eyes of the werewolf who immediately began objecting. Clearly not comfortable with a handout.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay just because I'm now carrying some miracle baby, doesn't mean I'm looking for some sort of hand out." She objected, on edge at even the thought of being in debt to him.

His lips lightly twitching upwards upon her dismissal, the Noble Original shook his head. "I can assure this is not a hand out, as you put it. Saved on this phone is one number, that I implore you to call if you ever need help." Walking closer to her, he slightly held it closer to her while watching as her eyes filled with doubt. "My family, despite ourselves we are often pulled apart for things both in and out of our control."

"Really, I was expecting you guys were just running everything behind the scenes." Hayley thought aloud, meeting the brown eyes of the noble man in front of her.

"Regardless, on the other end of this phone is help. They perhaps are the only one either then I who can reign in my brother." He finished, finally achieving in getting Hayley to take the phone.

Drumming it over in her mind, the Marshall girl passed it between her hands. "Thanks..."

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Mystic Falls, Early Morning

TUCKING a piece of her hair back behind her ear, A young looking woman shimmied up a pair of white jeans. A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips, her eyes on the woman spread in her bed.

Her hair was sprawled out, lips slightly parted as she took slow breaths. Sun light poured in from one of the windows, bathing the brunette in an iridescent glow.

"Are You going to just keep starting at me?" The believed to be sleeping woman spoke, a mischievous smile on her lips as she peered open at the blonde.

"Admiring the view, can you blame me?" She wondered, tucking both hands into her front pockets.