Hazeline gasped as she sat up. "Where is he?" she mumbled. Then, she realized someone was carrying her in their arms.
"I'm right here, Hazeline," Elijah's voice stated. She gave a sigh of relief.
"What happened?" she growled.
He replied, "They took the dagger out."
"You're supposed to leave it in, aren't you?"
"Yes, but the elder Salvatore isn't the brightest." She then noticed they were walking through the woods.
"Where are we going?" she asked, holding onto his suit jacket.
"You are going home. Then, once I get the doppelganger, I'll return for you," he answered.
She questioned, "Return for me?"
He responded, "Yes, return for you. I'll come and get you. Then we'll leave."
"But, Elijah-"
"No buts, Hazeline."
Suddenly, they were on her porch. He set her down. "Be ready when I return."
She made to say something, but he was already gone. The front door opened, "Hazel, are you alright?" Tears brimmed her eyes as she looked to her mother. "Mama."
Morgan immediately wrapped her arms around her daughter. "What's wrong?" she asked as she pulled Hazeline inside.
"I shouldn't have trusted him," the raven-haired werewolf sobbed. Morgan frowned as she sat her down on the couch. She poured some tea into a mug and handed it to Hazeline.
"What happened? What did he do?"
"They daggered him but didn't leave it in. So once he gets Elena, he's coming back for me. I'm leaving, mum," Hazeline explained.
Morgan shook her head, "We can stop him. When there's a will, there's a way, right?" Hazeline tearfully laughed.
"He's an Original. There's no way."
"We can dagger him."
"I don't know if you're realized, but I get weak when he's daggered." Morgan's shoulders dropped in defeat. All of the sudden, she pulled Hazeline into a hug.
They stayed like that for an hour before Hazeline pulled away. "I have to pack." She stood and made to walk away. Suddenly, her knees felt weak and she dropped down. Morgan caught her before she hit the floor.
"He's daggered. I'm not unconscious. That's good."
~HIS MATE~
Hazeline had trouble getting out of the bed the next morning. "Mom, I need help!" Morgan walked into the bedroom.
"What's wrong?" She randomly started laughing. Hazeline's eyebrows furrowed. "It's the book on your chest," Morgan exclaimed. Hazeline looked at the book.
"I was not reading Twilight!" She threw the book at the doorway. Morgan quickly jumped out of the way. "You put that on me while I was sleeping, you jerk."
"What do you need?" Morgan asked through her laughter.
"I need you to help me stand up," Hazeline groaned. Morgan quickly grew serious.
"Are you alright?"
"Just help me, would you?" the raven-haired werewolf snapped. Morgan immediately helped.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Living room. Would you make me breakfast?"
"Of course."
Morgan laid her on the couch. "Tell me if you need anything, Hazel." Hazeline nodded and lied back. After a few minutes, there was a rap of knocks on the door. Hazeline slowly pulled herself up and answered the door.
It seemed to be Elena, but she knew who it really was. "Hello, Katerina."
Katherine smiled, "You're smarter than I thought you were."
"Why are you here?" Hazeline calmly asked. The smile on Katherine's face grew.
"I need a werewolf. I also need your help finding one." Hazeline's eyebrows shot up.
"I'm a werewolf. Why not me?" Katherine sighed, making it obvious to Hazeline she would rather do that.
"You're Elijah's mate. Klaus and I would be killed instantly if something were to happen to you. Find me a werewolf and call me when you do." As she made to walk away, Hazeline stopped her.
"First, I don't have your number. Second, Tyler Lockwood." Katherine smirked and walked away. "Oh, and steer clear of the Salvatores." She threw a mischievous grin over her shoulder before she disappeared.
"Hazel, who was that?" she heard her mother ask as she closed the door.
"Old friend, mum," her voice losing strength as she answered. Morgan eyed her skeptically before shrugging it off and handing her a bowl of dry cereal.
Hazeline smiled widely at her mother, "You remembered." Morgan nodded, slipping her shoes on.
"I have work. I trust you to call me if you need anything happens," Morgan grabbed her keys. Hazeline shut the door after Morgan left. She flopped down on the couch and drifted off.
~HIS MATE~
"Hazeline." Hazeline jumped and looked around. Elijah was sitting in the armchair beside her. She quickly sat up and scooted away from him.
"How are you here?" she asked.
"We're mates. We have a special bond. Even though I'm daggered, I have enough strength to talk to you," he answered.
"Why are you here?"
The brunette Original frowned, "I need to apologize. I was mad and acting on impulse."
Hazeline licked her lips and nodded. Elijah returned the gesture before glancing around. "This is your childhood home?"
Hazeline nodded, "Lot of bad memories come from here."
"What do you mean?" Elijah asked. Hazeline smirked, "That's for me to know and you to dot, dot, dot."
~HIS MATE~
"Hazel, I'm home!" Hazeline sat up quickly, causing her vision to blurry. Morgan walked into the room and frowned at the sight of a blinking Hazeline. She then noticed the bowl full of dry cereal.
"You didn't even touch the cereal," Morgan groaned. Hazeline scowled.
"What time is it?"
"Six PM, why?" Hazeline's eyes widened.
"I've been asleep since nine." Morgan's eyes also widened. "Where is Elijah?"
"He's daggered, sweetheart. Are you alright?"
"No, no, no. He was in that chair," Hazeline pointed to the armchair. "He apologized. I saw him."
Morgan shook her head. She went to answer, but the doorbell cut her off. Hazeline hobbled to the door and answered it.
"Hello?" A man with short, blond curls was standing there. He smiled, revealing his dimples.
"Hi, are you Hazeline Marcus?" Hazeline nodded cautiously. "So you're my brother's mate."