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.
Everything was goin...
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"I can't tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now there's a steel knife, in my windpipe I can't breathe, but I still fight, while I can fight."
Marcel and Diego have brought Jackson and Oliver to Thierry's old warehouse at the docks. Jackson and Oliver are each bound to a chair, and both are bruised and bloody from being beaten. Diego is violently punching Oliver in the face.
"Leave him alone!" Jackson yelled at Marcel, worried for his friend.
"We'll leave your boy alone when you tell us what Klaus is up to," Marcel told him, getting straight to the point.
"How the hell should I know what he's up to?"
"See, I know you've been meeting him. The stones in your duffel bag?" Marcel kneeled down in front of Jackson to look him in the eye. "That's black hyanite. It's pretty rare. I also know enough about witchcraft to recognize the ingredients of a spell." Jackson glared at Marcel angrily. "So, you'll make me ask again?" Jackson sneered at him. "Okay." Marcel backed away from them and looked at Diego, who grabbed a blowtorch and walked over to them.
"You wanna know the problem with having two werewolf hostages? You really only need one." Diego lit the blowtorch, and Oliver and Jackson's eyes widen in alarm.
"You Crescent boys, you think you're a bunch of badasses, but back in '25, I wiped out a whole bloodline of Guerrera werewolves. They were a lot tougher than you," Marcel spoke as Diego grabbed Oliver by the hair and goes to aim the lit blowtorch at his face when Jackson finally stopped him.
"Wait!"
Diego looked over at Marcel, who gestured at him to hold off. Diego then let go of Oliver.
"You let him go, I'll tell you about the stones, about Klaus, whatever," Jackson told Marcel, looking over at Oliver in concern.
"Alright! Alright. A deal's a deal. But, since Nirvana here–" He gestured to Oliver. "–is gonna turn into a wolf in about eight hours, D, drop his ass off way out into the bayou."
"Do I at least get to kill this fool?" gestures towards Jackson.
Marcel looked at Jackson, who sneered at him. "Nah, I got a better idea."
Klaus is scaling the rooftops of various buildings in the French Quarter when Elijah called him from the Abbatoir, with Hayley and I.
