Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

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Bayou Shack, Day

ROSES are red, The colour of a beautifully painted neck after a monster had let themselves feel. Allow their inner rage out and rip into the neck of an innocent.

Mazeki had never been far off from the monsters painted in children's story books, she had the motive, the rage, and the teeth. She knew how to persuade, and how to hurt like no new supernatural could. She carried pain as a precious jewel around her neck.

The finest of blood diamonds one might say.

She'd grown accustomed to knowing she would never fall, that she'd surpass her siblings in life due to how she was made. A heretic. A corpse amongst a group of vultures. However she always came back, it didn't matter how much was ripped from her, Mazeki always got back up.

And suddenly she wasn't safe, she wasn't sound of mind. No she was relentless, she was bursting at her seams. Hayley Marshall. Her down fall. Her loop hole.

"Well you're a new face." The original tutted, her lips pulled up into a devious grin as she shamelessly looked over the man in front of her as if he were merely a piece of meat. "Care to show me to your master?"

Shooting her a startled look, he wasn't able to control the way his face instinctively contorted in barred fangs and iridescent gold eyes. "Who the hell are you?" Her growled, stepping forward in a predatory manner.

Face falling, and her lips pulling out of her previous grin into a sneer. Mazeki raised her hand without even a momentary thought for Davina, and watched as the new hybrid was thrown back farther then intended. "I believe, your exterminator."

Walking in behind him, The heretic has her hands tucked into her pant pockets. An unwavering look to her as she quickly caught the gaze of a distraught Hayley, immediately earning her undivided attention, as she looked the brunette wolf over for injury.

"Get away from her!" Dwayne growled, his feral instincts already clearly glaring heavily by the way his breathing grew heavy.

"Mazeki..." Hayley whispered, her shoulders tensing upon the warm sensation growing in her chest. The heretic had come to retrieve Hayley, personally.

"Little minx, quite a mess you've got here." The woman agreed in a soft tone, looking over at Tyler who was glaring at her and Dwayne.

"What do you care?" Tyler wondered, not really aiming the question to either specifically.

"I said get away!" The newly turned hybrid demanded, all instincts turning haywire upon the thought of Hayley being harmed in anyway by Tyler. It was instinct, a new one clearly but no less an instinct.

"You got what you wanted, now get lost!"

Becoming amused in the taunting, Mazeki tsked as she walked farther into the room as to get closer to Hayley. "Oh, do not take that Dwayne! He simply wishes to be the only one with the gift. Turn at will, accelerated speed and hearing-" she rambled watching as she got her claws dug in Tyler skin.

"A gift! You think this is a damn gift!" Tyler yelled, turning on in axel to face the Original sister who remained in amusement at the way the boys anger flared, and his eyes turned golden.

Stumbling to her feet, the pregnant wolf moved as close to Mazeki as possible without having Tyler interfere. Her eyes glued to to the male by the door, the only plan she had coming to front. "Dwayne, he's gonna kill me! And he's gonna kill you, too! He said that hybrids are too dangerous to live! You need to stop him!"