TVDU's Hunger Games

Hayley

Hayley

 “I don’t want to talk to you,” Hayley said before Klaus could even open his mouth.

 “You’re quite the cheery person, aren’t you?” Klaus smiled.

 “Why should I bother with being nice when you’re probably going to stab me in the back anyway?”

 “How can either of us be sure it won’t be the other way around?”

 Hayley stared at him for a moment, then shook her head. “You got an eleven from the Gamemakers, Mikaelson. If I tried that trick on you, you’d have my organs spilling out of me in a second.”

 “Surely you don’t think of me as so brutal?”

 Hayley rolled her eyes. “I don’t plan on making friends with someone I’ll have to betray. So stop talking to me.”

 “Who else am I supposed to talk to?”

 “Talk to Kai.”

 “You mean that useless lump over there?” Klaus pointed to where Kai had fallen asleep halfway through the watch.

 Hayley rolled her eyes again.

 “Do you have anyone special in District 4?” he asked.

 “What do you mean?” Hayley frowned.

 “A family member, a loved one, a cherished friend?”

 “No. You?”

 Klaus paused for a moment, then shook his head. “A few. But there’s no one more important to me than Rebekah.”

 Hayley was surprised to hear how genuine he seemed when he said this. “That’s… Really sweet,” she said. She had never and probably would never have anyone like that. Someone to care for unconditionally, someone who would love her just as much in return. “I’m an orphan,” she stupidly said.

 “So you had no one to come see you off on the train?” Klaus said quietly.

 “No,” Hayley said impassively. “No family, no friends.”

 Silence. And then, “You know what?” Klaus said. “You said you don’t want to make friends with someone you’ll have to betray, but what meaning does that carry when you’ve never had a single friend in your life?”

 “That makes no sense at all.”

 “Probably not,” Klaus nodded. “But wouldn’t you prefer to spend what could be the last days of your life feeling like you have someone by your side?”

 “You’re only saying all this to make me trust you. To have me let my guard down around you.”

 “It’s all part of the illusion,” he told her. “You have to pretend the circumstances are different if this is going to work.”

 Later, she would tell herself it was all because of the exhaustion of the day’s events. Fatigue had muddled up her mind, mushed her logical senses into a vulnerable heap of goop. Whatever the case, the two of them moved for each other at the same time. Her lips merely brushed against his at first, then crashed into them. His hands moved under her shirt and she let it, despite not having a clue as to what was supposed to be happening. He pressed her against the wall of the Cornucopia, and what he did to her caused her to arch her back and let out a sound she hadn’t realized she was capable of making.

 That was when a blood curdling scream pierced the night air. A second later, Hayley caught the scent of burning human flesh.