Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

1.8

Mikaelson Compound, Night

THERE was a thin line between Living, and surviving. It was often confused between the line of living, or dying. However Mazeki Mikaelson lived on the line of life or death.

Living and Surviving were often confused as people often forgot what the true components of living were. Living wasn't just breathing, it was enjoying the smell of the air and the feeling of wind pass over your skin in such a gentle manner that you only barely notice. Living was enjoying a moment placed in front of you.

Surviving was simply not ceasing. You could die and still survive, you could run and that would be surviving, fighting would be surviving. But that's all it was, surviving only to survive again.

Davina Claire was Surviving, there was not joy in her eyes or the hope of a future. No, there was only one way to describe the look in her eyes and it was the desire to survive. She had no plans for the future, there wasn't enough time to come up with them.

However that was what Mazeki came in for, she had survived for a long time and she continued surviving. She knew the mindset and she knew what Davina needed to get out from under it. She needed someone to clear a path, someone to fight her battles when she wasn't looking. At least long enough to let her live.

"Let me be clear Davina, if you go in there you will only have me. Three of them, against two of us. Are you truly sure you wish to challenge that?" Mazeki wondered, Taking long strides to keep up with the Teenagers quick pace that hadn't ceased since she found her marching down the street.

Looking over her shoulder, Davina's eyes Narrowed as she spoke confidently to the woman. "We have Magic, they have fabricated strength. There isn't a reality we couldn't win, not when I have my own Original on my side." The brunettes lips twitched up as she spoke, her heart stinging in her chest as the reality hit her. She was going into a battle.

Mazeki softly smiled back, nodding at the young witch as she too felt her heart sting. This girl was superior to any other, she was built for this world and she'd live through it.

The two strong willed woman walked in, Power in every step as though their wasn't anything to doubt. One dressed in a white dress that clung to her sides, and the other wearing a white button up, her suspenders now hanging at either side of her legs.

"Well, I'm sure you'll have your chance." Klaus commented, a small smirk playing on his lips as he recognized the familiar heart beat behind him." Turning on his heel, Klaus' lips pulled farther upon seeing his sister stood behind the young witch."Hello, love. Sister, lovely to see you agenda never changes." Looking upwards, he called out to Tim who remained perched. "Silence is golden, Timothy. Thank you."

Mazeki followed her brothers gaze, arching a brow at the sight of the young musician she noticed playing the night she gave Davina her talisman. He wasn't unattractive she supposed for a high school boy, though she definitely had to recommend Davina set her sights even higher then where he sat.

"Davina?" The boy wondered, confused and disoriented from the compulsion.

Davina frowned up at the male, though remembered her goal upon feeling Mazeki's hand brush against her back as she came to stand beside her. "You got me here. Now let him down."

"Well, first, we have to have a little chat about you returning to the fold." Klaus reminded, looking at his sister. "And then we shall need to find a fitting punishment for this betrayal."

Mazeki faced her brother a mocking grin, linking her fingers behind her back as she leaned forward. A stream of red clumped up her arms as her eyes slowly began to grow into their bloodied coloured with dark veins pressing beneath.