In Every Shape or Form
Adrenaline
Hayley ran through the woods her hair wildly flying behind her. She thought about her child, her baby.
Was she safe?
Where was she?
Her eyes filled with tears and the emotions drove her to run faster. Even after giving birth, her hormones were still a wreck. She wiped the droplets with the back of her hand roughly as she jumped over rocks and debri.
She had no idea where she was going.
Her heart thudded maddeningly in her chest.
The witches were after her.
They wouldn't stop until she was dead.
The fear in her mind clustered.
Before she hadn't been as afraid of death, yet now things had changed.
Her little girl, her beautiful little girl; she found the tears dripping around her.
She had to live for her.
Her daughter needed her.
Hayley suddenly began to imagine what would happen if she was to die in these woods. How her daughter would be brought up. Would Klaus be able to handle it?
Her pace slowed a little.
Hayley believe he could be a good father, but not on his own. Someone needed to be there to pull him out of his murderous plans. Someone to stop his treachery, someone to deal with his mood swings. Someone to remind him of how much he cared about his child.
"Elijah."
Her mind then recalled.
The tears increased.
Everything she felt for the man bubbled inside her erupting like a volcano. She loved him. She couldn't deny it. The first time they had kissed had proved he felt the same. He was her only hope. She could rely on him. He'd keep Klaus in check. He'd always protect her little girl. Hayley remembered his eyes filled with love.
Maybe she hadn't deserve it?
She then remembered the birth. The chaos in which it had all occurred, all the factions warring against each other; the blood, the fire, the destruction. She remembered how Elijah had dragged Klaus. Shaking him, waking him up, making him realise where his place was.
"You can't miss the birth of your own daughter." His bellowing words echoed in her mind and Klaus's face filled with realisation after.
"Yes." She could rely on Elijah.
Hayley discovered how much her pace had slowed due to her thoughts. She stopped and listened. She caught the sound of breathing, of hissing of some strange incantation and her feet automatically began running once again.
As much as this idea comforted her, the idea of father and Uncle bringing up her child she still felt a pain so harsh. Her daughter would grow up without a mother. Hayley knew exactly how that felt and never in a million years would she let her daughter go through what she had.
Suddenly it clicked within her.
What on earth was she doing?
Why was she assuming the worse?
They hadn't found her yet.
What was she thinking?
Hayley took a deep breath.
She wasn't going to let them win. Well... Not without a fight.
Her muscles tightened and she felt the adrenaline run through her, flowing down into her legs pushing then to work faster. She began to retain her normal speed then pushing herself even further. The chemical engulfed her heart pumping it to its optimum. She tried to concentrate, to listen for signs but she was afraid that stopping would give away her cover. They were witches for god sake. Stupid witches with their stupid locator spells.
She ran. She ran faster, rushing pas the dark trees trying to make out obstructions. The sweat beads trickled down her forehead and she felt her lungs strain for more oxygen. Her throat was dry, her limbs numb. It was getting darker, the air growing colder and that was when she noticed.
When she though nothing could possibly could be worse she saw it...
The moon.
It was near to full.
"This can't be happening." She breathed stumbling as she ran.
"No." She croaked.
"Not now."
Hayley looked down at herself.
She'd given birth, she'd completely forgotten the horror of turning.
Nothing would stop her now.
She looked around her wildly.
No wonder they were in such a hurry to kill her.
Hayley's eyes filled up with terror as she stared up at the giant orb.
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