Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

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Dining Room, Morning

ABANDONMENT was not a new concept to Klaus, nor was it one to Mazeki. However both dealt with it in rash ways, though neither the same.

Klaus had grown use to the paranoia of believing those close to him had the means to leave, and due to that he always had a back up plan. One in the way of stopping those from leaving him, let it be the mystical daggers he stumbled upon or simply a quick snap of the wrists to merely end those that wished to escape him.

Mazeki however had come up with her own more unorthodox way of never being abandoned again, she simply never told anyone anything to keep them with her. She treated people like a burning tree, beautiful- gorgeous even to look at. However once getting too close those beautiful flames would inevitably burn you.

It separated her greatly over the years, even more so when she began to take up the same habits with her siblings. Silence was a virtue, and one she had mastered. Strides were made unnoticed, and plans never shared outside of circles.

"There is something fundamentally wrong with you." Rebekah scoffed with a mocking smile at her hybrid brother, sending one glance over at her deathly silent crossbreed sister. She rose a brow to see if any words would finally leave her mouth this morning.

But the older blonde remained silent, using a fork to pick at her breakfast but never eating. Her stomach in knots as she worried for the safety of Hayley in the bayou.

Rolling her eyes, Rebekah pivoted on her heel and strutted out of the dinning room the three Originals had been dining in. Klaus leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table top and closing his eyes as he waited for the familiar sound of a door shutting.

Turning to his quietly brooding sister, Klaus smirked. "Perhaps it's time we discussed your little predicament?"

Settling her fork in her plate, the heretic met her younger brothers eyes. That smile. Mocking, vindictive, so capable of making her angry within seconds. "What is there to discuss? Hayley and I are linked through a bond I can not break, by extension that merely means you can not kill her." Mazeki shrugged, tilting her head. "Is that not simple?"

"Well it could be," Klaus agreed, pushing out his chair as he got up to his feet and walked towards his elder sister who by extension turned in her own seat. "However this does bring some concerns of my child, and what your presence may do."

Raising a brow, an amused smile found her lips as she let out a short lived laugh. "I'm sorry nikkie, do I some how strike you as someone who wishes to steal a child?"

Klaus glared upon the nickname, hating how she used it as to make him feel like his worries were inconsequential. She was right in one way, Klaus new his sisters opinions when it came to raising children. However it was not she he was worried about getting to raise the child. "I am not worried about your want to raise a child sister, I worry for Hayley's want for you to raise it."

Shaking her head, Mazeki stood with a disinterested look to her. "Hayley holds no hand over what I do, I do not wish to raise your child. Nor will I. Now if you excuse me- I believe it's time I visited a harvest witch."

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St. Anne's Attic, Afternoon

THE blonde Original strolled in to the drifty old room that possessed the teenage witch she came to visit. The first thing she saw was the brunette, cross legged on her bed with the talisman Mazeki gave her between her fingers.