Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

2.5

Mikaelson Compound, Morning

HEAVY is the head that wears the crown, and heavy was the heads of his family. For they suffered just as long as he.

Niklaus Mikaelson was a force to be reckoned with, a king amongst men. He had been seen as the greatest power of all, the Original Hybrid with so many Enemies he couldn't even see the sun go down in the distance.

But little talked about his elders, his siblings that had sat patiently through problems and tantrums. Elijah and Mazeki were patient by design, they waited and they kept their lips sealed as they watched.

But deep inside, each had slowly lost their way in the mess of the world. Elijah had been lost since the day he had caught his sister as she fell to her knees after witnessing the death of her father.

Mazeki however hadn't lost herself that day, no she had kept herself together for years as she watched her family all grow into the monsters that her mother had created. No the day Mazeki had lost herself was the Day Elijah had left her alone after having just ripped the dagger right out of her chest. She had lost herself the moment his hand pulled away.

One thousand years, of forgiveness and disappointment, a thousand years of second place and hateful thoughts building. And yet here she was, stuck with forgiving him.

The Blonde sat absently in the foyer of the compound, her feet propped up on one of the two tables set up. A paper laid in her lap as her eyes scanned to page, reading over a news update in the quarter.

SIDE WALK FOUND TORN OPEN THIS MORNING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FRENCH QUARTER, OFFICE OFFICIALS CONSIDER IT MAY BE A BODY.

The green eyed heretic rolled her eyes, already assuming this had some witchy business written all over it. Davina was now gone, having opted on following Elijah and Marcel out rather then staying around the broody woman.

That left her and-

"Mazeki, can I uh- talk to you?" Hayley wondered, walking up to the blonde woman who had thus far been a treat this morning. Not only having ignored them all, but also walking out during the middle of someone's talking.

"You are, aren't you?" The blonde answered with a question, folding up her Newspaper in an aggravated motion.

"Well you're clearly chipper." The pregnant wolf muttered, walking to the opposite side of the table so she could sit down across from the woman. "I wanted to ask you something, with the promise this stays between you and?"

Mazeki sat up slightly, her brows creating a small crease down the middle as she tilted her head in curiosity. "Well I'm surely listening now, please."

Hayley sighed, looking around slightly in both embarrassment and awkwardness. It had felt rather difficult looking Mazeki in the eyes since the whole massagey neck kiss. last night she had been holding onto Hayley's neck so she couldn't look anywhere else, and now it felt as though Hayley wanted to look nowhere else.

"Before the fire, there was this- pain. It was all over my back and in my knees. I struggled to stand, to breath even, my whole mouth was filled with blood." Hayley whispered, shivering at the recollection of the unannounced pain that had washed over her so quickly. Mazeki however recoiled, guilt stirring inside. "And then- then it was like everything charged at my heart. It was like my body was trying to puke it out..."