Hazeline's head turned back to her mother. "Go upstairs." Morgan nodded and complied. Hazeline turned back to the man.
"Niklaus," she greeted coldly.
"I think I like you," he smirked.
"What do you need?" she asked, holding back a snarl.
"I need your help. Obviously you're weak at the moment. But I need you to play along with the Salvatores and play their side. Then when you're done, report to me."
"And why would I ever help you?"
Klaus sighed dramatically, "I mean, if you ever want to see your mate again." Hazeline closed her eyes for a moment before opening them to stare at the Original in front of her.
"Come in," she demanded. Klaus smiled and did as she asked.
~HIS MATE~
"Are you a complete idiot?!" Morgan shouted at Hazeline. Hazeline rolled her eyes.
"Mum, I can handle it. Calm down."
"That's not what I'm worried about, Hazeline! I'm worried that he's going to walk in here and kill you when he's done with you."
"If he did, it would drive Elijah insane. I'm safe."
"What if you can't trust the guy, Hazel? What then? What if he's lying to you?!"
"I'm trusting my instincts! If my instincts tell me to trust him, then I'll trust him! Because if there's even a slight chance he'll bring my Elijah-"
"Your Elijah? Have you lost your mind?"
Hazeline stood from the couch. "Maybe! I mean, there are werewolves, which I'm one of them! Then there are vampires and witches! And I have an Original for a mate! So maybe I have lost my mind!"
Morgan scoffed and left the room. Hazeline sat back down and put her head in her hands.
~HIS MATE~
Hazeline stood beside Bonnie as Elena signed some papers. "So they just have you the papers?" Elena nodded.
"It helps keep out certain people, if you know what I mean." Hazeline scoffed.
"Wouldn't want to clean it." The trio of girls laughed while the real estate agent stood, taking the papers up.
"Thank you, Mr. Henry!" Elena shouted as the man left, revealing Damon and Stefan, who were standing on the porch.
Elena went to walk away, but stopped when she realized Stefan and Damon were stuck outside. "I'm sorry, I forgot. Stefan, would you like to come in?" Stefan walked in and pecked her on the lips.
Elena glared at Damon. Bonnie, Hazeline, and Stefan shared a look of amusement when Damon groaned.
"Do you promise to follow the rules, Damon?" Elena asked.
Damon scoffed, "Ha, no."
"Damon," Elena scolded.
"Fine, whatever, Elena." Elena sighed, "Come in, Damon." As he walked in, Hazeline smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"Alright, I got to get out of here. Tell me if anything happens." Hazeline walked off of the porch. "See ya, Hazel!"
~HIS MATE~
"Are you done being mad at me?"
"Not if you're not done being stupid."
"Define being stupid."
"Oh, I don't know, trusting Originals and helping doppelgangers."
"I suppose I'm half stupid then. Well, quarter."
"The former?"
"The former." Morgan groaned and turned to Hazeline.
"You just can't get enough, can you?" Hazeline rubbed her neck nervously.
"I'm not trusting him. I'm just, uh, playing for the winning team." Morgan have her a look.
"That's any better?"
"I'm not saying that it is. I'm just-"
"You're just what? Trusting the devil? Trusting the one person that could kill us all?" Hazeline rolled her eyes.
"I can handle this. You need to let me handle this." Morgan stood.
"Why are you giving me commands? I'm the mother. Hell, you're weak. The only reason you're standing is because you're holding onto the couch."
Hazeline let her hand fall to her side. "Just... whatever. I can't do this anymore." She grabbed her jacket and left the house. Morgan sighed as the door slammed shut.
~HIS MATE~
"I guess I just don't care anymore. I'm doing it for Elijah's safety more than anything. Does that make me a bad person?"
Hazeline stared at the headstone. "You're supposed to answer me. I need you to answer me."
"No, I don't believe it's the worst thing." Hazeline turned to see Alaric frowning at her.
"Ric?"
"Guess again, love."
"Niklaus." AlariKlaus sat beside her and took the bottle of whiskey from her.
"Who is this?"
"Isabella Esla. My best friend who kicked the bucket in a car accident."
"Why her?"
"She was wise. Always knew what needed fixing and how to fix it."
"If I'm even half as wise as her, I could try and help you." Hazeline thought for a moment.
"Give it a shot."
"People say mothers know best. I don't believe that's necessarily true all the time. Just give your mother a chance. She deserves it."
He handed the whiskey back before disappearing. She took a swig and stood.
~HIS MATE~
Hazeline stepped out of the rain and into the house quickly and quietly. She noted the presence of her mother on the couch. Her jacket was thrown over a chair before she sat in the armchair beside the couch. Morgan stirred from her sleep.
"Haze, you're drenched." Hazeline ignored her and stared into the fire. "Haze? Hazel?"
"Forgive me. I'm trying. Please understand this." Morgan sat up.
"I do, I understand. Would you forgive me?" Hazeline nodded and stood.
"I love you, Hazeline."
"Get some rest, mum." Morgan's eyes filled with tears as Hazeline went upstairs.