Mazeki's Subconscious, Unidentified
ANGELS AND DEMONS were always at war, polar opposites to one's uneducated eyes. However when you looked to the devil, you'd more then often forget that he too were once a graceful angel. In truth the only difference between an angel and demon, were the punishment and reward for your crimes.
Groggily the heretic forced enough energy into her body to sit upright, her fingers flexing at her sides, and her jaw tense as she took in the scenery around her with a grain of salt and forfeit.
There were ice forming on the roof tops of well made huts, and the first snow of the season had layered the ground with a powdered white surface the blinded Mazeki momentarily. Starring out at the familiar memory of her childhood, She was quick to stand at the sound of her own voice echoing off the trees.
Her back and legs were damp with melted snow, and for the first time in what would be centuries, she could feel as the cold ice air bite at her ears and nose. Though she couldn't tear herself away from the sight in front of her long enough to wipe the feeling away.
A smaller version of herself ran through the snow, her shoes were not nearly made well enough for the activities she had planned, nor were her dress. However she cared none, immediately crouching and balling up a small ball of perfect snow in her palms. Brushing away her braids over her shoulders as she did.
"Elijah, you swore me a rematch from our last game!" She bellowed over her shoulder, catching the eyes of a much smaller and scrawnier version of the original. His nose and cheeks were flushed pink, and he had a small Kol and Niklaus trailing behind him.
"Oh, sister may I play too?" Kol wondered excitedly, rushing over to his sister who smiled at the younger boy, in complete endearment. she reached over and placed the ball of snow in his bare hand.
"You must be your best, your game shall reflect me you willy fox." She stood and ruffled his hair, earning sour noises from the boy as he backed up.
The Heretic stared stonefly at the sight, her lips slightly parted and exhaling a small bit of hot hair into the chill breeze. She turned her back to the sight, the familiar joined laughter and yells echoing behind her.
As though the world warped to the same emotions she herself did, a large snow fall began to surround her, and a cool fog filled what little area the snow couldn't. She wiped her face in a forceful fashion, stepping only a foot forward before she caught sight of something shining red from inside the snow fall.
Racing to get to it, her eyes caught sight of a small knife buried in the rising piles of snow. The knife was intricately crafted with delicate symbols, and a solidified rose having turned eternal around it, as well as its thorns. Mazeki cautiously crouched down to reach for it, though hesitating to reach for the knife.
Just as the tips of her fingers brushed the fine leather on the handle, a larger hand subsided her own, picking it up and away from her. She looked up in confusion, only to fall back at she met the malicious eyes of her youngest brother.
Kol was bent at the knees, the knife loosely held in his grip as he met the disoriented eyes of his sister. "You've lost your touch Mazie, blinded by love."
"Kol..." she breathed his name so softly that it were barely heard, fear and sadness smothered her irises as she swallowed thickly.
"She's the key you know?" He held up the knife, tilting his head as the knife shattered into floating pieces, only to reform as a small key. The blonde Heretic moved to sit forward, only to fall back at the pressure on her wrists. She furrowed her brows, looking at the new handcuffs locked tightly into her skin.
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Lafayette Cemetary/Crypt, Late Evening
HER COLD SKIN, laced with warm beads of sweat, and danced with strings of goose bumps after goose bumps. Her eyelids were more heavy then ever as she barely opened them even a smidge, knowing well what she woke to would be more miserable then anything her brain could give her.
A frown engrossed her features as she barely comprehended the blurry figure sat beside her head, endearingly fingering the knots out of her hair as she hummed a song Mazeki remembered from her bed time rituals as a girl. One she sung in her mind with every daggering.
"Esther." The woman grunted, all of her muscles tensing as she grasped the edge of the table. Her eyes fixated on the enchanted cuffs that bonded to the stone table. She turned her hand to properly look at her binds, revelling in the déjà vu of having such a specific set of Elder Futhark symbols, the once casted along a bracelet Mazeki wore as a child. "Your singing is just as pitchy as I can recall."
"Your words are merely sticks and stones my sweet girl." The mother purred to her daughter, smiling softly at her.
She of course didn't look to her full extent, in a very young body, with a short brunette hair cut, and wide eyes. It didn't at all show the respectable wisdom Esther possessed but the Original Witch would make due, she had no choice in the matter.
The crypt wore with an eery silence, neither woman speaking as Mazeki relaxed her head into the dirty cobble table, and the revived version of her mother continued to pet her head like she were a pet. Perhaps the Heretic was at this very moment, stuck on her short leash, unable to use her magic or properly move.
"I always loved your hair," she thought, starring at the girls full blonde hair, that laid in ringlets along her back. "Rebekah's were beautiful, but yours always reminded me something of myself. Carefree, and untouched. So much elegance can come from something so simple."
"I really hope I'm not here because you think you can make me want my mommy back. Little bit outgrown." Mazeki huffed out boredly, more then uninterested in mother daughter bonding time. "Why don't we skip to why you've got me chained?"
"I'm helping you dear, in the only way I know how." Esther retracted her hand and stood to her full height, brushing her skirt free of the dust and looking at her daughter with a void gaze. "I need to break you if I'm to build you back up in your perfect image." She snapped her fingers, turning away from Mazeki and looking farther into the room.
The green eyed original sneered, rattling her changes as she tried to turn her head in order to properly catch a glance at whoever else her mother chose to trouble. Though it mattered none, she couldn't see them past her own bundle of hair obscuring such a view.
No all she was able to was rely on her other senses, the animal ones. Which could hear a pin drop, smell even the most potent toxins, and her gut which told her wether to be afraid of what were to come, or the sit back observe it.
She heard the loud crunching footsteps of a man, who put far to much force in his walk, and the grinding of his teeth as he grew nervous for what he'd do next.. She could smell the mix of pine and rose of his cologne, and the sweat of the Louisiana sun.
Then came the sizzling, the magical sizzling that had to be created by magic rather then fire, followed by a crushing pan the ran like electricity up and through her spine to her toes then all the way up to her brain. Her fingers turned white as she gripped the table tighter, hot tears filling her eyes.
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Mazeki's Apartment, Before Dawn
"DAVINA CLAIRE?" His voice rang louder then the doorbell as he banged rapidly along the apartment door, his shoulders slung low and his head almost following as he rested it against the door. He shook the handle repeatedly, as the other pounded along the side with a clenched fist.
It was a slow reaction, Jasper could feel her feet dragging on the ground, and her tired yawning before he got any idea of her even getting close to the door. His hit it more rapidly, repeating her name over and over until the handle began twisting with out his own.
The door only peeled open a few inches, leaving a small hook between the wall and the door to make sure it could be shut any second. A short brunette peered out from behind the dark wood, blinking in a tired and slow manner as she tried to fathom the sight in front of her.
Jasper stood in a originally light coloured shirt, that were covered in line work of faces all over and some dark washed jeans. However despite how he had been dressed it mattered little in comparison to the blood that soaked the waist of his jeans and the lower part of his shirt.
Davina's face twisted in disgust at the sight of the disheveled Vampire the used his hand to keep his whole balance up, as the other hand rested on bloodied shirt, holding whatever wound bled beneath. The teen were dressed in one of Mazeki's Henley's and a pair of checkered pyjama shorts, clearly not expecting any company.
"Who in the hell are you and how do you know me?" She sneered, narrowing her eyes at the man defensively, more then ready to present her magic to him if the chance provided.
His eyes widened in relief, sighing as he leaned his whole weight right on the threshold. "You're Mazeki's kid, right?"
The teenager rose a questioning brow at the man. Clearly not expecting such a title so carelessly thrown. However she were more then willing to accept such a place, if it meant the Blonde would return swiftly to the city. "Yeah- yes, yes I am." She strung out, getting more confident at the end.
"You gotta help me find her Kid." He whispered shaking his head mournfully, lifting up his bloodied hand to look at her pleadingly. "I come in peace, and love, and all the witchy mojo goodness you can ask for. I just need you to help me find her. I think I really fucked up this time."
Davina leaned in closer, sizing up the man before looking back into her apartment in concern. She slowly shut the door part way as to not hit the vampire, before unlocking the small chain. Swinging the door open fully, she fully looked out into the hall, checking for anyone else before looking back at the disheveled man.
"You may Come in."
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