Need

Hayley sauntered forwards finding it rather difficult to be around Elijah. Now that she knew he was safe, her defensive side seemed to be seeping through, her heart closing up and her mind propelling her to flee. Marcel was following close behind with Elijah and then Gia. She noticed the baby vampire speak some words of concern and tried not to git her teeth. Vampirism intensified emotions and it seemed like jealously was one of them. As a human Hayley doubted anything of the sort would have bothered her but her stupid new form seemed to be magnifying every small detail.

Her eyes now caught Elijah who still managed to smile back at Gia kindly. Yet Hayley saw though his firm posture, his facade. In reality she knew he was internally downtrodden and absolutely exhausted. She thought about the things she had learnt today and those painful memories splattered into her mind making her feel weak somewhere at her knees. Her heart began to patter as his words formed into her mind and she was forced to internally scowled. She wasn't weak. She was a hybrid. She was supposed to be strong. It was drilled into her mind and she shook her head wanting to clear her mind. Her eyes glinting.

What would mentor Klaus suggest? she considered for a second since he was the only form of a mentor she had at present. Drunk and delirious as he could be it was better that nothing. His answer then formed in her mind as some signature sarcastic comment she had already forgotten. He used them so often.

A murder spree disguised as some sort of tactically plan would be what he would answer.

Hayley thought about it and found it actually sounded enticing, her mouth beginning to water at the thought of fresh blood.

Food. Hayley thought.

Monster. Hayley thought again feeling ashamed with herself. Klaus wasn't the best went it came to advice in that sense.

As she thought these things her senses soon rang in alarming bells. She turned around rapidly to find Elijah crumble into a heap on the ground. Marcel reached his side with Gia looking on in surprise. One minute he had be fine, the next an unconscious slump. Hayely's heart leapt. "Esther." She then hissed out loud. She should have known his evil mother would have a plan B.

"She must know." Hayley spoke to herself becoming incredibly alert. She scanned their surroundings and then back at Elijah. Marcel glanced towards her and they nodded to each other in agreement. The best thing now was to take him to the compound and Hayley reached to the other side to support Elijah's weight. They needed to hurry.

Marcel spoke a few quick words to Gia and her eyes hovered over Elijah with genuine concern. Hayley's expression softened, after all she herself was a new born too in a sense and Elijah, well... Elijah was just Elijah. Could she really blame the girl?

"They'll be waiting for news." Marcel spoke and Gia hesitated but turned ready to leave.

"He'll be okay. I promise." Hayley found herself saying and Gia smiled softly.

Hayley felt herself smile back, it was good not allowing the negative feelings to overpower her. Jealousy, anger, rage, these were easy things to feel. She surprisingly did miss her softer side sometimes but of course she would never admit to it.

They soon brought Elijah into the compound and Hayley guided Marcel to place him onto her bed. He looked dead and that scared her when it should not, for everyone knew vampires are already dead so why was she so worried. The answer terrified her more. She went back to observing his face and the lifeless look was not easy to see. It churned her feelings for him inside her. It made her battle with her softer side. Somehow Hayley knew that despite his motionless state he was in pain. He was in pain and that pained her.

Marcel then soon left and Hayley immediately took a seat by Elijah's side unable to stop herself from stroking his hair aside.

"What has she done to you now?" she whispered not wanting to know the answer. She'd just got him back and look at that, he was lost again.

"I'll fix this." Hayley then breathed firmly but then was then take a back by the sound of footsteps. Klaus soon appeared into view. He nearly looked as bad as Elijah; the fight with Mikael of course must have been truly Mikaelson style bloody. He held a damp cloth in his hand wiping the dried liquid off of his hands.

"We will." He spoke in his rare moments of supportiveness looking down at his big brother nearing him footstep by footstep.

"Whatever she has done to you." Klaus spoke with emotion gazing at Elijah's unresponsive body with brotherly affection and admiration.

"We will find a way." He finished softly and his eyes welled up with years of pain and then blinked it all away within the fraction of a second.

Hayley knew what Elijah meant to Klaus. He needed him greatly and now she herself was learning the hard way that she needed him too.