Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

0.4

Plantation, Evening

DARKNESS is eternal. Never disappearing, nor dispersing. It was here first and it would be the last standing.

And so would Mazeki Mikaelson. In her family there had always been one way or another she could beat her siblings, some with reason, others insults, and then there was her intellect.

Mazeki had been a unbeknownst prodigy as a child, unlike Kol who was a prodigy of magic she surpassed expectations in average mundane tasks. Ones of the mind, or of the body, or poise. She was a model child.

She assisted the elders in picking herbs and berries, she read grimoires as a child with the mentor ship of Ayanna Bennett, and she learned dancing and balance within only one lesson from her brother.

Elijah.

How funny it was to compare their once close bond, to the shit storm it now was.

It was all Mazeki could think of since leaving the attic, her once pure fondness for her brother now an untameable disgust. He was what she associated evil, what she thought of first when she questioned her own pain.

Elijah Mikaelson was his little sisters Boogie Man, and unlike any other she'd never be rid of him.

Walking down the hall of the plantation, The heretic watched the walls to make sure they didn't swallow her whole. Her fingers dragged against the rim of the wall, Her foot steps growing closer to the room she knew housed two important people to the Mikaelson family.

The blonde woman passed the open door of the room the werewolf was in, continuing only after a brief glance inside to make sure she was in one piece."Mazeki?" Hayley wondered only loud enough for her to hear, Drawing the Original to slowly back up to the door.

"Hayley. Lovely evening, isn't it?" The Blonde calmly offered, crossing her arms as she came to stand inside the room.

Her body oozed a familiar confidence as her siblings, though unlike them, Hayley didn't once doubt it was from experience rather then power. The Blonde had invisible scars that made her uncomfortable in her skin, and Hayley wished to know where they came from.

"You have grimoires- that means you know Latin. ?" She wondered tentatively, studying the Original in front of her. She definitely was Klaus' sibling no doubt.

"I'm fluent," she confirmed, walking closer to the brunette where she peered down at her laptop. Placing one hand on the arm and the other on the back, the heretic leaned in while smirking as she whispered. "de die vivit lamia, nocte scolaris in albis."

Upon feeling her breath brush against her neck, the Marshall woman felt an unfamiliar chill run down her spine sending shivers over her body. Her breathing stopped for a moment, her mind reminding her who this was. Klaus' sister.

Returning to her eyes, Hayley felt herself becoming slowly lost within the green eyes she didn't share with any other sibling. They were as green as one would imagine Envy's eyes, so needy and lost. Looking for something Hayley didn't know of.

"What does that mean?"She mumbled, unintentionally looking down at the woman's lips to see them move.

Her lips pulled into a perfect smirk that looked to be halfway between genuine and mischievous. Not answering the question, she turned to the laptop. "What may I help the little thief with this fine night?"