Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

2.2

French Quarter, Night

WATER ran red as she rinsed her hands off, the reminders of the night and the past ran away with the current.

Her eyes were unfocused, a glossy lens covering them as the memories played through like painful stabs to what should be a celebratory moment. Her whole world was dimmed, the light at the end of the tunnel now in the rear view mirror.

"Please don't leave me! I'm not ready! Not yet!" She sobbed harshly, holding tightly onto the light fabric of Elijah's shawl. Tears streamed down, her hands tight and her body shaking.

"My poor boy!" Esther's cries ran in one ear and out the other, the pain to much for Mazeki you bare. He couldn't be gone, not yet.

She kept scrubbing, ridding of the sins as her hands began to bleed. So out of it all the blood looked and felt the same, no pain just hurt as the blood mixed with water. Or it at least all felt the same until a clattering came from behind her drawing her out of her mind.

"Mazeki- what are you doing?" Marcel panicked, quickly speeding to the stove and pulling off a tea towel before moving to grab her hands as he began drying up the excess blood still pouring.

Mazeki blinked a few times in an attempt to rid herself off the questionable gaze she had earlier. Stopping his hands, she took the towel to herself and began patting them down as she waited for the cuts to heal themselves.

She supposed it had been a while since she had even a drop of blood, to busy with her bloody emotions to even process the starving sensation of the beast within.

"My apologies, it seems I'm a little to caught up with myself today." She shook her head absently, blatantly telling him she did not wish to discuss such matters. She was a powerful being, in no need of counselling to handle her past. "How is Davina?"

"Exhausted, girls trying to keep her eyes open so long I'm not sure she's not gonna fall asleep with them wide awake." He grumbled, leaning back against the counter tops with his arms crossed over his chest. His shirt was still slightly damp thanks to Davina's rain, and his heart still hurt inside.

His eyes wandered around briefly, taking in the sights of the brick apartment that Mazeki had lead them to after abandoning the rest of her sibling in the cemetery. The inside was rather bare admittedly, clearing having not been lived in yet as it only shared the bare necessities.

A large window took up one wall in the living space, looking over the street below as it was located on the third floor.

"It's an exhausting spell for all occupants, while Davina's body may be intake her subconscious is still trying to catch up with the rest of her. On some level it'll still believe she's dead, which is admittedly exhausting. It should wear of in a week or so." Mazeki reassured the man, walking over to the pantry as she searched for the one thing she knew was there.

Wine.

"Yeah you didn't exactly mention the pain that follows." He pointed out, still not sure why that was happening to him. He hadn't been a part of the spell spell, he had just gathered the ingredients.

Walking over to the sink, she went to the closest drawer on the left and opened it to take out a cork screw. "Marcel, you took a life to save another. That in itself is against the natural order, so your being punished- wine?" She offered him, looking over her shoulder as she plucked two wine glasses from a cabinet. Earning a nod, she uncorked the bottle with ease. "The sinful take their keep Marcel, that means you just like Davina and I will be haunted."

"You didn't think to warn me about that before I went and sentenced a teenager to death by selfishness?" The former king looked at the woman in utter astonishment.