Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

3.7

Hayley's Bedroom, Evening

MUSIC will rage on long after the parties over and the guests are gone, it'll keep you up, this through the back of your mind as you try to sleep through it. It part of the experience some may tell you, but In reality it's just the part of you that never went to bed. The part of you that stays up late, re running a conversation over and over.

That part of you is still dancing along to the base of the first song, even while your trying to sleep off the high.

Hayley Marshall gripped onto the balcony railing, her knuckles turning white from the mere amount of pressure she added without thought. Her sights hung low on the city, watching as Kieran's wake continued to rage from afar.

The words continued to replay through her mind like a sharp slap, reminding her that none of it was real. None of the kindness, or the change of stature. Mazeki had been lying, only playing into what she wanted.

It was so sickening it almost made her hurl.

And her grip only tightened farther as the wash of familiarity plagued her from behind, the creaking of the door as she slipped in unscathed. It made her revolted with herself to feel the way her stomach flipped in excitement knowing it was her.

"If I died and someone threw a party, I would be so pissed." The werewolf whispered, starring down at the rager below. She couldn't look up. Couldn't meet those beautiful green eyes.

Mazeki smiled at the brunette who didn't yet meet her eyes, passing a hand over Hayley's upper back, only to watch as the werewolf tensed unknowingly beneath the Blondes's touch. "I'll see to it that no one ever does." She tilted her head, her face falling as she watched the way Hayley look behind herself at the door, but ignored Mazeki."What happened while you were with Niklaus?"

"Nothing happened." The werewolf disregarded, her tone soft with no certainty to back up her claim.

"Really? So, why are you so tense?" Leaning forward the Heretic leaned against the railing aswell, finally catching Hayley's startled gaze. She was flagged with a doubt that the Immortal couldn't quite understand."Or why has your eyes glanced back at the door once I entered?"

Hayley frowned, looking away from the woman as she unhooked her fingers from the cool metal bars. Pressing one hand protectively over her stomach, Hayley walked farther into the room and out of reach to the blonde Original.

Mazeki's face had fallen unnervingly even, as she watched the werewolf's every move with a calculated stare that she'd never watched her with before."While I have spent some time trapped in a box, i am still very old. I can observe you even with my back turned." The Heretic hummed, crossing her arms as she continued to stand on the balcony."If you will believe just anything that comes out of my brothers mouth Hayley, you are much dumber then I thought."

"So how about you fix it, fix the paranoia with an answer?" Hayley challenged the Blonde, finally meeting the Woman's eyes with her normal ferocity. Nothing could put an end to Hayley's mind but the confirmation from the actual culprit."Are we Mates?"

Mazeki's mask fell for only a moment, her stare so confused and betrayed that Hayley almost thought she imagined it as the next second it were back to unfazed."What do you already believe?"

"When we're you planning to tell me?" Hayley gritted, taking that for a yes.

"There is many things I do not myself know about it, I did not simply wish to rush in and tell you with no-"