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FANTASY. xvii. an unblinking death ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
CONTEMPLATIVELY, SHE GAZED AT the notebook in her hands. For so long, Moira had been reluctant, afraid to know the truth behind the object in her grasp. Then, when she'd gone to discover the story behind her great-grandmother's second life, she had instead heard the story behind the tale of her family's sudden disappearance off the face of the earth. From what she could gather, her great-grandmother had lived in honor, choosing to protect a crystal with her life. And only for it all to go to waste when Klaus was forced to execute Milena, the witch that had stabilized the cloaking spell.
Believing the notebook held a worthless value in her life now that she'd found the truth, the girl did as she'd done before. As a way of officially closing the investigation of the Delacroix family's past, Moira placed the notebook back inside her top dresser drawer. She didn't want to completely dispose of the contents, on the likely chance that her child may want to know the truth just as she had.
Disrupting the pensive silence within her bedroom, Moira's cell phone began to ring, vibrating on her bedside table. She then walked over to the device, picking it up to see a familiar name displayed across the screen. A joyful grin adorning her features at the sight of the werewolf's name, Moira gladly swiped right.
She put the phone to her ear, taking a seat on her bed. "Hayley, ho —"
Her cheerful greeting was cut short, Hayley beginning to ramble what only sounded like a combination of obscenities and insults toward the vampires. The poor werewolf was obviously shaken by whatever had ensued, her voice quavering every now and again with each sentence that left her mouth. Hayley's unusually frantic behavior was only beginning to arouse a sickening amount of worry into the pit of Moira's stomach.
"Hayley, I'm sorry, but I can't understand what you —"
"The vampires sent someone to bomb the bayou."
Moira gasped, eyes widening in horror at the image that appeared in her head. "Oh, my goodness."
"Yeah, I know. There were people injured, but, thankfully, no one dead. I know it's asking a lot, but I need you to go and help Elijah take care of everyone – attend to injuries the best you can, try and gather the kids in one safe place away from everything. Do whatever you can."
"Wait, where are you going?"
"I gotta take care of something. I'll be back soon. Just, please, keep my people safe."
While Moira wished there were another way, there wasn't. There were few times that Hayley ever asked anything of her, and this was one of those times. There was no way she could let her down now, let down her people once again. Perhaps her helping could be a way of showing she was nothing like the previous Delacroixs, that she was simply just willing to help.
