Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

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1001 A.B, Mystic Falls

EVERYONE has demons and angels. Shadows of light hidden in their minds, shielding secrets and pain.

Mazeki recalled the day Ayana had taught her of invisible strength, how in a world made of male warriors a woman must always think smarter rather then fight harder. It had been a lesson the blonde carried heavily through life, always using her charm and eyes to get her out from problems.

She remembered the way the wise woman's words flowed, the way her fingers had grazed her temple with some sort of mixture. 'One day the Demons shall free themselves my girl, and you must be prepared to fight them. For you shall be the only one capable.'

Mazeki finally understood. Understood that it wasn't people or the werewolves Ayana spoke of, rather a demon that belonged to the girls mind. One that stole her normal thoughts and replaced them with demented ones.

Ones she once believed belonged to someone else, ones she hit her head in hopes of ridding.

Her father told her she was the devils daughter, that she wasn't his. A curse.

Mazeki realized just how right he was.

Her fingers grazed the man's neck, the wounds steady blood flow having ceased after only seconds. Tears streamed down her soft complexion against her will, and her fingers smeared the blood into little pools.

She could feel the hunger, climbing it's way to the surface and her fathers words whispering monster in her mind.

Her hand shook as she brought her fingers up, resting them against her lips.

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The Bayou, Morning

MAZEKI patted down her pockets, searching for her second phone with the familiar bejewelled case that always felt odd in her palm. She knew it was abnormal, forgetting about the phone, forgetting the importance of who was in the other end.

However she had lost it, in the mix of her still not fully confirmed mate going missing, her brother awaking from the dagger, and her little chat with Kol the previous night- who wouldn't forget a phone?

She was in sync with her elder brother against her own will, to use to the habit of being on the same wave length to simply escape. Her feet pressed foot prints into the unstable dirt, making her thankful for the boots she put on rather then her heels.

"We should head south, towards the water." Elijah decided, his jackets tails whisking behind him as he walked along side his younger sister.

The two looked like a pair matched for hell, capable of taking on the devil and his army. Gorgeous and spiteful, neither tied down by anything to prohibit them. And perhaps once they could've really taken down the Devil, however fate did not hand out gifts to the weak.

Klaus followed behind closely, his eyes closely watching the way his elder brothers face moved as he looked over at their sister. A look that once always dotted Elijah, and yet had been lost for centuries. "You seem quite determined to find the little wolf. Is that in our sisters graces or your own?"

"If I'm moving too fast for you, Niklaus, you're welcome to wait in the car. Do be certain to leave the windows down." Elijah sassed, side eyeing his brother without realizing that Mazeki had forcefully rearranged her walking as to be ahead of the males.