Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

1.3

Outside the Abattoir, Day

RUNNING was never a good idea. Not in her family at least.

Mazeki was use to the patterns of her family by now, they destroyed anything with the false saying of togetherness. Even if it meant destroying one another to keep each other together.

Elijah; Words or silent betrayal.

Niklaus; Daggers or more commonly anger mixed with some odd judgement calls.

Rebekah; Fear, and whispers.

She could say nothing on the behaviour of her fallen, or even herself. She knew that each and everyone had made poor judgement calls, however she was better then them all. Her betrayals were called for, they deserved it.

So when she tried to run, tried to save them from her rebuttal? It was their own fault when they dragged her back into the lions den, because that meant she'd only fight harder to leave next time.

Her boots made loud echoing noises against the pavement as she walked in brisk silence next to her half brother. She knew what they were about to walk into, it was a war of wills. Who would survive and who would fold?

She already knew that answer. Klaus and her couldn't die, and by extension they'd never fold.

As their old place came slowly into view, she felt a familiar felling of dread sink down into her stomach and eat away at her. This was her stage. The place she had put on the performance of a life time. To many lies to count.

She'd tried running from it before and she had succeeded in a way, yet here she was walking back in.

Stopping in place, she watched as Klaus continued on a few paces before he too came to a halt in his movements. A small groan illuminated his throat as he craned his neck to look back at her. "No time for cold feet now Sister, let's go." He said snappily.

Lips twisting sourly, she placed her weight on her back foot and crossed her arms over her chest in a stubborn manner. "I want Davina." She stated definitively.

Raising a brow, he look at her as if she had two heads. "I beg your pardon?"

"When this is over," she walked closer, her older sister aura growing its way out through her words. "When I've fought your war? I want Davina as my protégé, not a weapon of mass destruction for either you or Marcel. I will be in charge of where she is and what spells she will be doing Nik . Or you shall forget my help." She stepped away from him, her head tilted to the side and a a confident look in her eyes.

Klaus would take her deal, there was no universe he didn't.

The blonde male looked over his sister, a feeling eating away inside him that no matter how many words he or Mazeki said never seemed to numb the paranoia. She was his only ally in a time where all odds were against him. Her mate was in the bayou, the brother that she had previously been indefinitely close too was in the bayou, and their persuasive younger sister was who knows.

So why was she standing with him? Willing to fight for his happiness when he was the cause of her greatest pain? Manipulation perhaps. Gaining his trust to throw it over his head when he didn't expect it.