Another week passed and Maeve still was drowning in her own magic. Every day Ezekiel, Maverick, Rebekah, Kol and Caroline sat outside the bedroom door telling her stories. Maeve on the other hand was only half listening to it.
Her mind was tossling around plans to get rid of her dark counterpart. Maeve had successfully learned to keep the counterpart from infiltrating her thoughts. It wasn't an easy task and consumed much of her energy but she had to find a way. Late at nights under a single lamp light, the only piece of furniture left without a scratch in the room, Maeve tried her best to come up with ways to get rid of that part of hers.
"You are wasting your time." said the counterpart mocking her attempts.
"Says all you want I will end you. There has to be done way."
"You are wasting your energy and magic holding back from me." a light bulb went off inside the locked corner of Maeve's head.
"What is it?" asked the dark counterpart, feeling an odd sensation. A feeling that was odd and unwelcoming for her.
"Don't worry. Everything is fine. You are still winning." said Maeve before she screamed out yet again resonating her magic even more.
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Ezekiel tore the paper into shreds, his eyes never leaving Maeve. "I understand you feel like giving up but this is not the right thing to do, Maeve."
"I don't have a choice."
"Yes you do. Whatever it is, don't. Maeve listen to me, it's just us, I have been with you the longest."
"Prongs listen to me, this will work."
"What if it doesn't? The price is too high to pay, Maeve." Ezekiel bent down in front of her and placed his hands on her knees. "This is who you are Maeve. Don't do this."
"It has to work, Zeke. It's just how it is. Please." Ezekiel hung his head low. He didn't do it to show that he was defeat in front of Maeve but to hide the tears.
"I'll speak with Maverick about it. Maybe he'd have something else to say." Maeve nodded her head unconvinced. She walked back inside the bedroom and closed the door leaving Ezekiel still on the floor.
Maeve went to the window in the room, wide open, letting the soft breeze in. "What are you doing?"
"If he's not going to help. I'm on my own on this." Maeve said determinedly and climbed out the window.
Maeve climbed down the fire escape and ran off. Under the dusky sky and last light of the day she must have looked like a ghost running around. The counterpart of hers kept screaming and struggling in her head, attempting desperately to get a conscious control but Maeve's determination powered her down quite extensively. With each attempt Maeve was crumbling more under the pressure of being throttled and dying from inside.
