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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"Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart."
"The Italians call them strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they called them hexa, and here we call them witch. Over the centuries, vampires have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with. Their ancestral magic anchors this city. There's never been one all-powerful witch until Davina," Elijah explained to Hayley and I.
Klaus then waltzed into the room. "Who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall under my protection." He then looked down at the drawing of Celeste that Davina did. "Your Celeste was quite beautiful and a portent of evil according to our volatile artist in residence." He looked up at Elijah, his head held high.
"Yes. Perhaps Davina's mistaken what she calls evil for power. Celeste was certainly very powerful in her day, but she's been dead for over 200 years." He looked at every piece of the art work, trying to figure out why Davina drew her. "I don't understand. Why all these sketches now?" He gestured to the art work and sat down on the couch.
"Why does any witch do anything?" Klaus threw his hands up a little and sat down too. I looked at Klaus and tilted my head.
"Do you want me to kill her? 'Cause I will," I stated which made them all look at me.
"Malia!"
Marcel made his way into Davina's bedroom with a tray of food. "Go away!" She made Marcel fly against the wall.
"Come on. You got to be starving. You haven't eaten since--" He he was cut off by Davina who was clearly still pissed.
"Since your best friend killed my best friend?" She asked angrily.
"Davina, I'm sorry about what happened to this kid Tim," Marcel told her, his hands out as if to prove his point.
"I'm sorry you don't hate Klaus for what he did or want to make him pay." Her eyes were narrowed as she shook her head.
"He'll pay for what he did one way or the other, but right now, I just want to make peace with you." He kept eye contact with her as he used his hands to gesture to things.
"Why? So we can be one big happy frankenstein family?" She asked him angrily, narrowing her eyes at him. She turned her head and used her magic to throw a vase at his head, to get her point across.
