Malia Tate was a werecoyote fighting to forgive herself for her wrong doings when she ran away from the only home she has ever known, and straight into the arms of Hayley Marshall who turned into someone really important to her.
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" she's a mess of a gorgeouschaos, and you can see it in her eyes "
I'm just laying in my room, on my bed, laying on my stomach, reading one of Elijah's journals
August 1359. I have noticed a difference in my siblings. Our bond strains beneath the pressure of our life as vampires. Each day removes them further from the humanity we once possessed. My sweet sister, Rebekah, has grown quite indifferent to brutality.However, the true problem remains my brother, Niklaus.He continues to hide his loneliness with cruelty. Still, I cling to the hope that I, as their eldest brother, can lead them down the correct path, a path charged with the power of a family united. For if I fail, our family's legacy will end in darkness.
I then heard arguing so I stopped reading and listened in on what Rebekah and Klaus were talking about. "I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. You know how I love to set things on fire," Rebekah told her brother.
"Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot?" Klaus questioned sarcastically. "Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless pregnant girl who's carrying my child," I heard Klaus say which made me growl. I was not helpless.
"Oh, I am so moved by your newfound sense of fatherly duties towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven," Rebekah told him, sarcastically.
"The were-coyote would like to know what the plan is " I said, putting inferences on 'were-coyote-, walking into the room with Hayley by my side.
"Well, that depends what plan you mean, love: My plan for global domination, or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world " Klaus said, with a cute smile. Rebekah grabbed a pencil from the desk beside her and threw it in Klaus' direction, but of course he catches it easily before it can impale his face.
"The plan to rescue Elijah. You know, the good brother. The one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back," I told him with a frown, crossing my arms as I stared at the two original vampires.
"In the front, if we're being specific," Klaus said with a small smile on his face. I just shook my head at him, but with a smile of my own.
"You two said that you would get him back. So is there a plan, or what?" Hayley asked them.
"Okay. Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy—he's my friend, albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend nonetheless. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenaged witch, I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly, sister, please." Klaus said, turning to Rebekah. I looked at Rebekah, waiting for whatever she had to say.
