Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

2.9

Lafayette Cemetery, Night

STORMS brew above and below, leaving wakes in its path as it clouded her mind and soul. Her heart cracked as the images replayed in her mind, the words replaying over and over as she shut her eyes.

The darkness terrified her once, closing her eyes was like shutting the gates to the world and leaving her in the realm of unknown. However now she grovel at the feet of Mikael for the gift of cluelessness, forgetting what she saw. Leaving her family to be angry yet together,

It was impossible now, to un see the blood and terror, to get rid of the screams. Memories of your own was watching a television from the first point of view, but when you saw your memories through the eyes of another? You watched as the colours bled, and the smiles of people you once knew turned sour.

As the wager of wills all played out amongst three stubborn siblings, Mazeki was forced to walk the path of deliberation. She did not move quickly, she did not act with instinct. She thought, allowing herself the moment to take in the words of her father and the weapon she wielded.

"He took it because it mattered to you my dear girl. When you control the thing someone loves, you control the deepest parts of them. Niklaus has played you as a fiddle since you were nothing less a child." Arthur extended his arm out in a manner you'd only ever see someone approach a wild beast. His hands flat, and his knees bent slightly as he still felt the longer pressure of her hand around him.

Mazeki's nostrils flared, her hands tightened into fists that drew blood at her side. Her skin vibrates with unused magic, and her muscles tightened as she forced the restrain of her vampirism. "You know nothing! You act as though because we share blood you understand? You are a fool Arthur, a village fool!"

Hayley hit the woman in the shoulder, sparing her with a annoyed look in comparison to a judgemental one. "You can't just yell at him every time he says something you don't like, you have to listen at least. He's your dad."

"He is nothing!" She scorned, tilting herself towards the brunette wolf. Her mate. The woman who hadn't even grazed the surface of what it meant to understand Mazeki. "He has no idea what it is he's talking about, neither do you!"

Her eyes shot open with a new wildness to them as she began walking with more purpose. No more thinking, no more surviving. She wished for revenge, and she'd have it.

"Niklaus!" Her voice boomed against the breaking cobble tombs, and the wilting greenery that lined the morbid area. How fitting for a battle, on the grounds of those who had failed to win their own wars.

Turning away from his sister and brother, the hybrid king was faced with a scarring sight. The vision he once recalled as a child, of an distraught Mazeki who had just witnessed the death of their elder brother, now replaced with the sight of a bloody and gory adult Maze. Her eyes red as the devils, and a once lost relic placed in her left hand.

Klaus' once angered demeanour dropped as fear replaced its wake. "Maz-"

"She may be your prey Nik," she gestured to Rebekah with a relaxed stance, and a playful grin to her bloodied face. "But it's hard to hunt someone, when you too are on the run. Go Rebekah, Elijah and I May Handle it from here."

The two youngsters shared a daunting look, one of warning and fear. Rebekah could run, however she wouldn't get far, neither would Klaus.

Speeding off quickly, Rebekah did well not to stay around long enough to see her sisters remarkable wrath. However Niklaus was not as fortunate, as when he when to follow, the back of his shirt was roughly tugged back and a sharp blade pressed against his neck.