Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

1.4

Mazeki's Bedroom, Morning

LOOMING voices of the past clouded Mazeki's mind, they started of gentle. Sweet whispers of love and adoration she had heard in the past that made her body relax. Though the longer she stayed in the plains of her mind the more volatile they began growing.

It would always end the same, her father voice screaming his words in her ears. However thats where she needed to be. That what she needed to hear, in order to feel empty.

To feel the pit inside her that she believed her magic went. The deep gaping whole in her soul and happiness that allowed her to hoard magic in order to fill it.

The blondes hair was up and out of her face and she sat cross legged on the ground, her head lolled back exposing her neck. She wore shorts and a older generation hoodie with the Guns n' Roses stitched on , exposing as much skin as she could to better feel the wind in her room. She needed to feel it when the air shifted current, when she was in charge of every single aspect within the room.

It was control. And she needed it. More then ever when she was now playing on Klaus' team.

Forearms resting along her thighs, Her hands pointed to the roof and her fingers were tensely bent towards each other as they controlled the flames burning brightly along the many candles she had laid out.

She could feel herself getting closer to the point of control she wanted, however just as she was about to get there, the door swung open.

Affectively causing a gust of air to invade the room and blow out all of her many candles.

Groaning, Mazeki clapped her hands loudly together and opened her eyes. "Hayley, how lovely of you to invite yourself in."

She always knew.

"I need to-" she cut herself off as she walked farther into the room and noticed the setting. The many candles laid out and the position the Original was sat in. "Are you meditating?"

Rolling her eyes at the girls question, The heretic begrudgingly got to her feet. "I call it concentration or purification, has more seriousness to it."

"Oh." Is all Hayley mustered out in an awkward tone, feeling slightly embarrassed now for interrupting the woman in her free time.

Tucking her thumbs into the hole of her pockets, Mazeki rolled her shoulders a little before raising a brow at the werewolf. "What is it that you need Little minx?"

"Why do I have to need anything?" The brunette countered, raising a brow at the Original.

Shrugging her shoulders, Mazeki sent the pregnant wolf a sly smile."You walked in here saying you need something, so simple assumption?"

Looking around idly, Hayley hummed innocently as she walked farther into the room."Maybe I just need to talk to someone who isn't your brothers bitch." Eyes landing over on Mazeki's dresser, the Marshall woman made her way over upon noticing perfume bottles lining the flat surface."You weren't at the weird brunch thing, I thought the whole cheering of blood would be up your alley."

The green eyed Heretic watched her unknowing mate in interest, noticing the way Hayley began eyeing her perfumes as though she was searching for something specific. "Well then you don't know me quite that well." Vamping over to her, Mazeki leaned in so her lips were right by Hayley's ear."I don't drink blood very regularly."