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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"We mature with the damage,
Not with the years."
Elijah entered the study to find Klaus searching furiously for something on the bookshelf.
"Can I help you find something?" Elijah sipped his tea, looking at his brother who was angrily searching through the books.
"Yes, in fact, I believe you can. I'm looking for a book," He wiggled a book around in his hand. "–about yay big," He stopped shaking the book. "–filled with our mother's most powerful spells." He turned his head to where he was looking at Elijah. "It appears to have been misplaced."
Elijah sat at his desk, getting out a notebook, a blank emotionless expression on his face. "How very mysterious."
"Indeed." Klaus shook the book that was in his hand. "At first, I feared the witches had succeeded in their efforts to obtain it, but, considering their last attempt ended with me relieving a rather large, tattooed gentleman of his hands," He clenched his jaw and threw a book on the floor. "I began to wonder if the thief wasn't a bit closer to home." He turned around to notice Elijah nonchalantly scribbling in a notebook. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, brother."
Elijah looked up at Klaus with an amused expression. "Well, admittedly, I did have a theory that your sudden interest in mother's grimoire was in some way related to whatever foolishness you've been conducting with the Crescent wolves." Klaus smirked, thinking about his little red. "Therefore, I took it upon myself to carefully place it where naughty, little fingers could not pry."
"And here I thought you," Klaus started, showing no expression. "–of all people, would understand. I am simply trying to help those wolves!" Especially Malia. "Play Samaritan to the abused, champion to the underdog, so to speak."
"How splendidly noble of you," Elijah responded back sarcastically.
"Have you ever considered that, like you, I am trying to keep Malia and Hayley safe?" Especially Malia. "Using our mother's magic to empower her people so they are capable of protecting her?"
Elijah stood up and walked towards Klaus. "Yes, unless, of course, they decide to seek retribution for decades held in exile," He shut a cabinet that Klaus had left open. "–and Malia and Hayley will find herself in the middle of an uprising." He picked up a book. "One that will only provoke further violence. You see, you risk turning New Orleans into a war zone, brother." He laid the book on a shelf. "I won't let that happen."
"The drums of war were beating long before we returned. I suggest you use a little less of this–" Klaus made a talking gesture with his hand. "–and a little more of these." He pointed to his ears, and smiled fakely before sitting on the couch.
