Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

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Plantation, Evening

THERE are some secrets that cannot be disclosed, even within family.

Mazeki Mikaelson was one of the many who held secrets, ones that went unsaid. She was possessed with a poise from decades of wisdom, and for that her lips remained pressed.

She had grown to know that those who truly cared would not just ask but go out of the way to learn of what she kept. And now with those she trusted gone, all of her secrets remained bottled.

Hid from sight or mind until she was alone, where she could finally dwell.

"You are Back," Rebekah announced her presence, Sauntering into Elijah's old bedroom that Mazeki could be found in. "I'm surprised, I'd thought we'd seen the last of you."

The older blonde was relaxed back into a plush chair, her feet were propped up on an antique chest. A large leather book in her lap, a silver A with a sword through it engraved into the front and many spells coaxing the pages as she scanned through.

"On the contrary, I have a lovely habit of showing up where I'm not wanted. When I am gone Bekah you do not have to watch over your shoulder everyday, however when I'm near? You can not sleep, and you can not breath without feeling faint." The elder informed in a brisk tone, her eyes hooded as she dragged her fingers along the teared edges of the books spine.

A spell was missing.

"Perhaps it is the plague of the abomination. When gone we all thrive, when you are here we all seem to be under suspicion." Rebekah decided, knowing immediately she'd hit a nerve with the word abomination.

Mazeki had been made with a strong exterior since young, but somethings were bound to seep through. And the thought of being an atrocity in the eyes of people she had cared for was what she'd describe as a sickness, it was the only thing that could make bile rise in her throat.

"Is there something you were in need of Rebekah, or have you simply come to bother me?" She grunted, absently flipping the grimoire closed while kicking her feet down from the chest.

Narrowing her eyes, the younger and far more hot headed blonde took an intimidating step towards her sister. "Why have you come here, we are both aware you are far from crippled to Elijah's demands. There must be some sort of agenda behind this little trip."

Placing the book on top of the chest, Mazeki got to her feet with a soft exhale before her lips twitched upwards in an mocking smile. "Perhaps I'm here to steal Nik's unborn child? Get payback for the last millennium of betrayal after betrayal." She suggested before her face fell.

Quickly speeding in front of her sister, the heretic placed one hand on the girls arm before placing another on her neck. A shade of red illuminated the air around her hands, and a shrill shout shot through the room from Rebekah's lips.

Smiling in satisfactory, She quickly used her strength to break the younger girls arm and kick out her knee with her heel. "If I wanted you to know why I'm here Rebekah, I assure you that you'd already know. I do not reward liars with more secrets to share. You'd do best to stray from view."

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Plantation, Day time

LEANING back against a cold wall within a fairly quiet plantation, A blonde Mikaelson held a phone to her ear. Her eyes closed as she took the time for a brief call with a specific doppelgänger in Mystic falls.

"So, any danger yet?" Elena's voice wondered through the phone, the familiar tone bringing a small smile to Mazeki's face.