Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

4.0

New Orleans Streets, Late Evening

TRUTH be told, even within a thousand years, even having met thousands of those you now know as the greats. I've never quite loved anyone in the way that I love you

Mazeki's breath were shallow, her form staggering as she came to the stop on one of New Orleans empty streets. Her body glowed with the reflection of the moon bouncing off the sweat and blood, forming a disgusting concoction on her body.

The blondes eyes were hooded, her feet planted firmly as she stared at her surrounding. The flashbacks of so many centuries, coming in and out of reality as she slowly grew more confused. Stumbling forward, the Blonde landed on her hands and Knees.

I've loved, sure. But not like this I'm afraid. There is an agreement with those you may share blood, that while circumstantial, you must obey its connection like the law. It was not only how I was raised, but a rule I have followed, even in my darkest moments.

The sharp stinging of pain flooded her mind as she gripped the ground, her whole body tensing at the irrational pain. As though she were being spread in half from the inside.

She looked up only to watch as the street lamps turned to trees, and the buildings to huts. When she tried to blink the vision only grew more wild, watching as a circle of women, dressed in black capes and gowns, circled a fire. A man perched, tied to a pile of logs.

An old version of Mazeki stood across from him.

"Stop it!" Her voice screamed, trying to repress whatever sick game that was at play.

And it is because of you, I must admit to myself that I may never be quite good enough. Even in my strongest form, I shall never be able to protect you as you deserve. You shall be forced, to swarm within the blood of my families enemies.

"I must admit, I thought Genevieve was bluffing when she said she could get it done." A dark eyed witch seethed, circling Mazeki as the Blonde glared at her. Attempting to speed at the mortal witch, only to stumble into enemy arms. "Poison in the liquor seemed a little old school, but I suppose there always some charm in the classics."

Mazeki huffed, sinking farther into the witches hold as she attempted to move. Every bit of strength she once had in the battle of vampires against the Original elders, all gone in a blink of the eye.

"I'll feed you... you- your eyeballs." Mazeki groaned, slipping completely out of the Woman grip and back onto the ground. Her legs shaking from the enhanced pain, as her nails dug into her palms so tightly they drew blood.

"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon. You and your little werewolf princess can burn in hell together." The witch mockingly put with fake pity, watching as the Originals eyes began to shut.

My father wrote me a letter once, declaring his loyalty, his love. I felt nothing as I read it, nothing but pity for a man I once cared for only to now see for nothing but a pawn. Another chess piece in my younger brother game. I never believed he could love in such a way he claimed, I learned to believe love was circumstantial.

Mazeki eyes were just nearly shut, as her air separated from her. Her fingers reached for her throat by instinct, only to feel as the waterfall of her unearthed blood began to flow, choking her as though it were the hand of god.

The envy eyes filled with unearthed tears, knowing this was not truly her pain, but that of a beautiful wolf, a beautiful mother, a beautiful leader. That the world would now officially lose.

Until you, until I realized just what unconditional love meant as you gazed at the soul of someone you would kill yourself for to see happy.

But this is not a love note, it is Apology. Im sorry Dove, for not being stronger. So forgive me, for I will always love you, even when you gaze at me with the hatred I deserve.