#everyone knew about haylijah from day one

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E: And I assume you understand that if you lay a finger upon Hayley, it will be the last thing you do on this earth.

Haylijah in every episode -> 1.14 Long Way Back From Hell

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Review

I decided I’d do a review on The Wolf for KCFanficWeek Day 6- CANON

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Side Note: This is not the opinion of everyone who’s read her story, this is just my take on the story because I can’t send her this in an ask, tumblr doesn’t give us enough words. 

1. I consider Yokan to the the unofficial queen of Angst. 

Like seriously, if any unfortunate thing happened to any of the writers of Anne with an E, she could definitely replace them. In fact, she’d make me cry more.

Her writing gives you a indepth view of everyone’s feelings, emotions, thoughts and their thought process to their actions. I LOVE IT. It’s so heartbreaking. When she updates, I have to prepare myself to read that update cause 1. Her chapters are amazingly long, because of how indepth she goes into everything. 2. I’m forced to take my time and go through everyone’s thoughts and emotions as she wrote them. It’s like a frigging boat ride into Klaus, Elijah and Caroline’s mind.

2. This story (in my personal view) portrays Klaus to perfection. In fact, as a writer, I always knew that Klaus was paranoid and impulsive, but reading her Caroline and seeing in my mind how accurate everything he says and does is made him truly understand just how monumentally paranoid and terrified he is at his core. So I owe you a huge thanks for opening my eye to something about Klaus that I’ve begun to understand. He’s paranoid, he’s impulsive, he’s bitter, he’s mean...but more true to his character, when Caroline speaks he listens. Because even in TVD, as much as Klaus tries to show her just how much of a monster he is to prove to her that the goodness he shows her isn’t there, he never seems to cross that line with her. He toes it, but it’s almost as if he would rather show her the goodness he thinks isn’t there than to kill the hope she has that he truly isn’t far gone.

3. Caroline as a witch!!!!

It’s been done in various different stories but never in a canon-verse (none that ive read). What I love most about Caroline’s character in The Wolf is that she has a backstory to go with the fact that she’s a witch, and you did it in a way that almost makes it like she and Klaus could relate to each other in a way, whether it was done intentionally or not...GENIUS!

4. I love that you’re making is as CANON to TO while including Klaroline in between the madness of season one with the witches and marcel and giving us what Julie Plec denied us. Trust me, if she had done what you had done, The Originals would still be running, it’d have so much views she wouldn’t dare end it at season 5. I personally stopped watching the Originals after S01E15 because learning that Claire Holt was leaving the show for a while made me feel like the show was gonna be a vampire parody of Two and Half Mikaelsons, the whole haylijah of it etc etc but I love all the twists and I LOVE THAT in the last chapter you didn’t do what the show did in regards to the epic confrontation that happened between Rebekah and Klaus. (we obviously on the same wavelength where that was concerned) 

5. I LOVEEEEEE the way you portray Elijah in this. It’s like my second favorite thing actually. I’m a huge advocate for Elijah so anything with Elijah wins me over halfway. I completely understand how he grows his attachment to Caroline and how he confused his emotions. He frustrates me sometimes that he hasn’t figured out how confused he is, but you gotta love that his heart is in the right place. Because even understanding that he has feelings for her (even though he really doesn’t, he’s just confused) he still chooses to be happy for his brother and Caroline. Now about that almost kiss...a bit peeved by Elijah for it but you made up for it with her response to admitting that she was in love with Klaus. You even opened my mind to the possibility that maybe Elijah never really truly loved Tatia, because clearly Tatia was with Klaus first and he admired her from afar but now im wondering if Elijah simply confused his feelings of being enamoured by her for making his brother who has suffered happy for having feelings for her. I wonder...but for those who be mad at Elijah, NOT MY BABY HES JUST CONFUSEDDD!! I also lowkey think he spends too much time around Klaus but truthfully I can never think of Klaus without Elijah by his side.

6. The Klaroline interactions are amazing and so true to the couple because they rarely share moments like the moments they shared in season 5 of the originals, they’re always in a state where Klaus is being an ass, Caroline is telling him how wrong he is, he continues to be an ass and she puts her foot down, and him trying to find a way for them both to get what they want without sacrificing his ego or reputation. Then there’s those rare moments like Caroline pissed that Elena stole her prom dress or them trying to find the places where the sacrifices for Silas were going to take place, that little thing between them when she was trying to decifer the words on the sword, or even the entire episode where Caroline and Klaus went on a date to the Miss Mystic Event. You managed to mix it up perfectly.

Lastly, im pissed that there’s no season 2!!!! The possibilities of where this story could go is literally endless and I can just picture them with all the chaos I heard happened in season 2 and the seasons after that. Like pretty pretty pretty please consider doing it!!! I’m also slightly pissed that it’s not rated M but I considering the genius of the fic and understanding how taxing doing smut scenes can be (me personally cause I have a pending smut scene to write and I literally haven’t written it and 2 months have passed.) I can forgive it cause the story doesn’t need it, cause its that good.

I can’t wait for the next chapter to find out how they’re going to come to some resolve or come together especially seeing how Klaus was affected by Caroline’s stand-off with him. I could feel the defeat in him when I read it. 

When The Wolf is over, I’m gonna miss your writing so much like seriously I need your writing in my life. Could you do some KC short story about them having divorced for something and them going through the angst of everything that happened and finding their way back to each other. It doesn’t have to be a lengthy story in regards to chapters just something so I can continue to be blessed with your amazing creative brain!

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A/N- This is just my personal thoughts on the story and I wanted to do this to show her my appreciation!

Find her @galvanizedfriend​

Read The Wolf :

Here (FF.NET) and here (A03)

Keep writing xoxo Cindy

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Haylijah Halloween Series: Ch. 6

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This chapter is dedicated to the guest who asked for Halyey and Elijah to take Hope out trick-or-treating.

Happy Halloween, my lovely readers. It's time for Haylijah to get their trick-or-treat on. Oooooooooo….

Chapter 6: Cleo and Antony

Nothing about life with the Mikaelsons could be called normal. Hayley knew that. As much as she yearned for stability and something along the lines of the mundane, she knew that that was just not in the cards, for now. However, Hayley did have hope. Literally and figuratively. Elijah gave her hope, that one day they could be boring, ordinary and happy.

And what said boring and ordinary like a holiday? Well, Halloween was not exactly ordinary, but you could be anyone you wanted to be and Hayley wanted to be like everyone else this year, for her little girl.

"Mom, are you ready?" Hope called as she entered her mother's room. Her wide blue eyes peered up at her mother, and Hayley grinned, turning around to show off her costume. "Wow. You look pretty," Hope breathed.

"She does. Doesn't she?" Elijah said, appearing in the doorway. He stood directly behind Hope and Hayley's breath caught at the sight of him in his Roman costume. His eyes twinkled as he looked at Hayley. Something about the way that Elijah looked at her always made her feel naked. She grinned, her eyes drifting down to Hope who was swaying back and forth, the handle of her plastic pumpkin clutched in her small hands. Yup. Hope's impatience to get out of the house and to join the revelry was apparent.

"And what are you lot supposed to be?" Kol demanded grumpily as he came back in the door.

"I'm Elizabeth Bennett," Hope told him primly, with a bow.

"Who?" Kol looked confused.

"The lady from the zombie movie," Hope told Kol with an eye roll.

Kol's eyes lit up. "Ah, yes. She went off with that sad sack, Darby something, didn't she? Or was she the one that was turned at the beginning?" Kol shook his head. "Nice breast plate, Elijah. I love the sword, looks very deadly."

Elijah sighed. "Kol, I do not have time for your petty insults. I am taking Hope trick-or-treating."

"Oh, so that's why you look like a fool. I thought you were going to a parent-teacher conference and thought that you might score points from Gladiator fans." Kol walked away before Elijah could reply.

Hayley glanced at her Cleopatra costume, one more time. She adjusted the wig and hoped the slip under the dress covered enough up to be considered "decent" by other parents. She really did not want to lose it and bite anyone tonight. "Let's go," she said, walking to the door and taking Hope's hand.

On their way out, they found Klaus, brooding, by the front gate. "And where might you three be going?" he inquired with a lifted brow and a smirk.

"We're taking Hope trick-or-treating. You're more than welcome to join us, brother," Elijah said.

Klaus scowled. "And why does any daughter of mine need to go on such a ridiculous endeavor—when she can just as easily have any kind of candy she wants—from the safety of our home?"

"Because it is a tradition," Hayley argued. "And it means she can be normal, Klaus."

"Being normal is highly over-rated," Klaus retorted with a dark look.

"Brother," Freya said, coming to join them in a witch's costume. "Perhaps you can help me hand out treats to the children, since Kol seems to be the only one who wants to stay inside and watch films. And Rebekah has gone to a party to stalk Marcel."

Shaking his head, Klaus moved to bar the exit. "I will not be handing out treats. My daughter will not be going. And that is final."

Hope looked up at Klaus. "Please, Dad, I really want to go." Her eyes pinned Klaus and he cocked his head to the side. Hayley glanced at Elijah. Everyone knew that Hope had Klaus wrapped around her little finger. Whatever she begged for, he gave into, and Hayley suspected tonight would be no different. "Please!" Hope clasped her hands together.

Elijah added, "Yes, please, Niklaus."

Klaus' eyes flicked to Elijah. His eyes narrowed but an indulgent smile lightened his features. Hayley watched the big, bad wolf kneel before their daughter. "Right then, love. I will allow you this one night."

"Yes!" Hope cried when Klaus took her hands in his, and she quieted, becoming solemn.

"If you promise me that you will be home in the next three hours. You will not run away from your mother, and Uncle Elijah. You will not eat of the candy, until they check it. And you will have a good time," Klaus cupped her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Pulling back, he stood up and looked at Hayley. "Watch her," he ordered the female hybrid, like she wouldn't.

"Sure," Hayley took Hope's hand and they left the compound with Elijah on Hope's other side.

Hope's eyes rounded as she took in the skimpy outfits of the tourists and Hayley groaned, placing a hand over her daughter's eyes, a couple of times, as they walked toward a more residential part of town where people sat outside with bowls of candy and other houses let out fake laughter and howls from ghouls and ghosts.

"Look, mom, that one looks like Aunt Rebekah," Hope pointed at a blonde female ghost. The woman wore a period costume from…Hayley didn't really know. In spite of her relationship with Elijah, and the Originals, Hayley was still learning to identify period outfits. She was thinking seventeenth-century. Powdered wigs were in then, right?

"It is Aunt Rebekah," Elijah told Hope.

"Aunt Bekah!" Hope cried, waving her pumpkin basket at her aunt, frantically.

Rebekah stopped her conversation with a young man dressed as a sailor and made her way toward them. "Hello, loves," she cried.

Hayley watched Rebekah grin at them and noted that Rebekah seemed to be tipsy. She still could not understand how creatures this old could get drunk. "Hope, you look lovely. What are you again?" Rebekah inquired.

"Elizabeth Bennett," Hope proclaimed proudly.

"How lovely," Rebekah told Hope, still smiling. "Well then, you will find love. Unlike some of us, whose loves are so consumed with being bloody-minded –"

"Rebekah," Elijah said, stopping Rebekah mid-sentence. "I think, perhaps, it would be best for everyone if you returned home and joined Kol."

Rebekah huffed. "I haven't done anything."

"Yet," Elijah muttered. "Please, Rebekah, it is Kol I worry about. You know what will happen when he becomes weary of his current activity…"

Groaning, Rebekah looked around at other people. "It's just as well. Tonight was beginning to drag on." She leaned forward and kissed Elijah and Hayley on the cheek before leaning over and hugging Hope. "Bring me home a treat, darling," she said with a smile and wink at her niece.

Once Rebekah left them, Elijah relaxed. "Shall we?" He waved at the houses.

Hope walked slightly ahead of Elijah and Hayley. She thanked everyone who gave her treats and they complimented the authenticity of her costume.

A local historian examined Hope's outfit. "My word. It's almost exactly like the outfits that a girl would have worn back in Lizzie's day," he swore, pushing his spectacles up his nose.

"Thanks. My mom found it for me," Hope told him.

Hayley felt relieved that this man could not know that she found the outfit in the family's luggage. She refused to ask where it came from, shuddering at the thought. Thankfully, Kol had reassured her that it had belonged to the daughter of a witch friend of his, and she'd simply outgrown the frock. He'd kept it because Rebekah had been considering adopting a child—like Klaus had done with Marcel—and knowing Bekah, it would be a girl. No sense in letting nice clothing go to waste.

Hope came back to join them, her basket swinging between her hands. They continued to walk. Hayley was enjoying the silence. The feel of Elijah's hand slipping into her own. Hope's laughter as she joined a group of children her own age. All she wanted was for her little girl to be happy.

Happy Halloween

As it grew later and it got darker, Hayley leaned into Elijah. "I think we should get her home," she told him, pressing her hand against his plastic breastplate. "And then I can give you a special treat."

Elijah's eyebrows rose. "Hope!" he called.

Hope came running toward them. "Look at all the candy I have," she said, shaking the container at them.

"You think it's time to go home, baby?" Hayley asked gently.

Hope shook her head. "No. There's more houses." She pointed at a whole neighborhood they had yet to cover.

Hayley sighed. "I guess we can go for a little longer."

Elijah nodded. She could tell that he wanted to go home but would go along with Hope's wishes. They were spoiling her and they couldn't help it. She deserved one night like this.

Hayley watched Hope dart from house to house. Her daughter looked so alive. Hayley wondered if she ever felt that way. If she did, she didn't remember. She glanced at Elijah, who also looked lost in thought. "A penny for your thoughts," she whispered.

"I wish we could make this night last for the next millennium. This is all I have to wish for you. For her." Elijah's pressed his lips to her temple.

"For us," Hayley replied, meeting his eyes and grinning when he looked pleased.

Hope finally finished collecting candy. One woman had given her a bag to carry the last of her load around in. Hayley took her daughter's bucket and wondered how her eight-year-old had been able to carry something, this heavy, for this long. More of her powers popping up—super-strength.

"Mom, can I get one?" Hope cried as she spotted a short man—offering candied apples to kids—on their way back to the compound.

"I don't know," Hayley hesitated. In the Quarter—things that had little effect on humans—could have very adverse effects on the supernatural.

Elijah moved closer to Hope. "No," he began when someone came forward and plucked two candied apples off the tray.

The man took a bite on one of the apples. "They're safe," he pronounced before kneeling before Hope and offering her the other one.

"Can I?" Hope looked up at Hayley.

"No," Elijah snapped, his eyes on Marcel who glanced at him but his attention was on Hope.

"You know my rules, Elijah. No one hurts kids," Marcel snapped back.

"Elijah, I think it's okay," Hayley said quietly, trying to defuse the tension.

Hope took the offered treat and took a big bite. "Good?" Marcel asked her.

"Um-hmm," Hope nodded with a smile. "Let's get one for Uncle Kol," Hope cried, taking Marcel's hand and going over to the candied apple man. Soon, they had the rest of the tray.

"Does this mean you're coming back to the compound with us, Marcel?" Elijah demanded.

"It's Halloween. I thought we could have a truce," Marcel replied.

"He wants to see Rebekah," Hayley whispered to Elijah.

"I heard that," Marcel grumbled but did not argue. Instead, he led the way home. Somehow it felt natural—like their family was whole again.

Elijah kept glaring at Marcel's back but Hayley pressed her nose against his neck, nuzzling him until he relented at the gate.

"You're back. And only five minutes late," Klaus told them, tapping his watch. "And look who barges into my home. Marcel, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Freya looked uncertain. Her face contorted and she set her broomstick to one side.

"I thought we could have a nice, family night," Marcel told Klaus who scoffed before he looked at Hope who clutched Marcel's hand.

"Dad?" Hope gave Klaus puppy eyes. "Please?"

Again, Klaus relented. "Fine," he sighed.

"Apple?" Marcel asked Freya, holding out the tray to the witch. She wrinkled up her nose at it.

"They're good," Hope said and Klaus took one. He took a vicious bite, his eyes glowing yellow as he stared at his son. "Do you like them, dad?" Hope asked Klaus.

"We'll be taking you to the dentist, soon," Klaus replied with a smile.

Hope rolled her eyes. "Come on," she tugged at Marcel's hand and held out her free one to Klaus. She seemed to have both vampires at her mercy as she tugged them up the stairs. Freya followed them and Hayley and Elijah followed her.

They found Rebekah and Kol, sitting on a couch in the living room, watching horror movies. "Oh. That is so ridiculous!" Kol cried. "Whose spine comes out like that? Dear God, man! You are a retched killer. Perhaps I should write my own screenplay. Show them how it's done," Kol announced.

"Perhaps you should. Then I can watch the film without your voice in my bloody ear," Rebekah complained, adjusting her position. Then she noticed Hope. "Or we will turn this off." She picked up the remote and flicked the TV off.

"I was watching that!" Kol cried, throwing his arms up in the air. "Oh, wonderful, Marcel is here. Now we can have a real horror film."

"Hey, I'm here in peace. I even brought an offering," Marcel held out the candied apples to Kol and Rebekah.

"Poisoned. No doubt," Kol snapped, folding his arms over his chest.

Rebekah stood up and walked over to Marcel. Taking an apple, she took a bite, chewing slowly, her eyelids lowered. "It's not half-bad."

Kol got up, grabbed an apple and went back to the couch. "What did you bring us, darling?" he asked Hope, waving for her to bring him her bag.

Hope dumped her candy on the coffee table and the family began to riffle through them, making sure they were okay for their littlest member.

Happy Halloween

Hope fell asleep on the couch, between Kol and Marcel, who had come to a tentative agreement after eating a fourth of Hope's candy. Klaus collected Hope and put her to bed. Rebekah yawned. "I'm off to bed. Do not follow me," she warned Marcel.

Marcel shook his head. "Don't worry," he retorted. Seconds later, he made an excuse before leaving the room. Hayley heard a door open and shut somewhere upstairs before the sound of giggles made her look at Elijah who groaned.

"And then there were three," Kol announced. "What shall we do?"

"We are not doing anything," Elijah said. He took Hayley's hand. "Good night, Kol."

"Good night, Elijah," Kol replied, turning the TV back on and arguing with the horror film villain's technique. "No! You bloody moron! You plunge the knife… Oh, wait. That's not bad. Note to self…"

Hayley shook her head as Elijah pulled her into his bedroom. "Alone at last."

"Did you enjoy this night?" Elijah asked as Hayley removed his costume.

"This was—hands down—the best Halloween of my entire life," Hayley said.

Elijah nodded. "I hope that is the first of many for us." Hayley nodded. "Now about that treat you promised me," he said, smiling before picking her up and she began to giggle as he carried her over to the bed. "I have a few treats I plan on giving you, too."

Thank you ghouls and gob-lettes for reading, loving, reblogging and following this blog. :)

QotD/LL

[iamanhonestmess]

When Darkness Falls, Haylijah fanfiction

Link to the story on FF in case you missed the first few chapters or want to read ahead (reviews are always appreciated); https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12125374/1/When-Darkness-Falls

Chapter 3 - Long Story Short

After showering and putting her clothes back on, at least she felt somewhat better and cleaner, Hayley wandered out of Rebekah's room to explore the compound as Elijah said she could. Doing anything definitely beat staying in that room any longer. Hayley had felt like a caged wolf, no pun intended, stuck in that room.

It was bad enough to begin with being locked in there since yesterday, but then Elijah revealed that the room was Rebekah's. Every time Hayley thought about that being Rebekah's room, she felt a pang of guilt course through her. At this point, she was no worse than Klaus was. That was not something anyone should ever have to have be a fact about them. It was an awful thing to think and it was an even more awful thing to realize that it was the truth.

Hayley walked through the compound in search of Elijah. He gave her the run of the compound, but a part of her didn't want to go snooping around if she didn't have to. She decided that she would go looking for Elijah and if she couldn't find him then and only then would she go explore the compound on her own. Only open doors, of course. If a door was closed then she wasn't going to break in just to see what was behind the door...no matter how much her curiosity may or may not be piqued.

After searching the compound, high and low, she didn't find Elijah. Hayley was taken aback by how much she was bummed out that she couldn't find him. She'd only known him for literally a day and a half and he was already making her feel things that she'd never felt before. Giving it some thought, Hayley came to the conclusion and passed those feelings off as being due to the fact that Elijah was the first guy in pretty much her entire life that didn't treat her like dirt or act like an ass towards her all the time.

Hayley slowly walked down the long hallway, which looked like a hallway out of a Steven King film adaptation. Most of the doors were shut but there was one room with double doors that was open. Curiosity got the best of her and she walked through the doors without a second thought, finding herself in the study.

Looking around and taking in the room, Hayley made her way over to the bookshelves. She walked down the line of books, reaching out to trail her fingers over the spines. Most of the books were ones that she had never heard of before. She wasn't surprised considering that the books belonged to thousand year old vampires. Of course, the books were from other time periods. It would've been surprising if they weren't.

"Did you find a book that interests you?" a female voice asked from behind Hayley, causing her to jump and spin around quickly to come face to face with the owner of the voice.

"Oh, umm, no! I was just looking around," Hayley answered quickly, recognizing the girl as the other Mikaelson sister, Freya.

Hayley knew just as much about Freya as she knew about Elijah. Their names and the fact that he was a vampire and she was a witch. While Elijah had shown up in town a few months before, Freya had been in town for at least half that time. She had shown up out of the blue and surprised everyone by her presence.

Growing up, Hayley had only ever heard of five Mikaelson siblings...all vampires. Then about a month or so ago, Freya arrived in town and suddenly there was another Mikaelson sibling. Except the newest Mikaelson sibling was not a vampire, she was a witch. That had thrown every wolf pack in town for a loop. No one knew how it came to be that five of the Mikaelson siblings were vampires while Freya was a witch and that was the way it stayed to this day. Freya being both a witch and a Mikaelson was a mystery then, and it was still a mystery now.

"Elijah said that I could go anywhere in the compound and the door was open so..." Hayley trailed off, not sure how to finish her sentence without rambling on for ages.

A chuckle escaped Freya's throat. "No need to explain," she said, pushing off from her place leaning against the door frame and making her way over to Hayley. "Elijah gave me the heads up before he had to leave to take care of a few things."

"He's not here?" Hayley asked, starting to feel uneasy when Freya confirmed that Elijah was in fact MIA at the moment. "What about your other brother?"

Hayley sure hoped that Freya would say he wasn't there either. It wasn't that she was afraid of Klaus because she wasn't. She just didn't trust him around her without Elijah there as well.

Freya shook her head no and smiled. "It's just us girls here right now."

Hayley sighed a breath of relief and smiled at that information.

"Elijah asked me to keep you company while he is away," Freya informed her as she stood a few feet away from her.

"I do not mind being by myself," Hayley said as she suddenly remembered that it was one of Freya's spells that allowed Klaus to enter her apartment and that it was also one of Freya's spells keeping her magically locked in the compound.

Freya sighed, picking up quickly on the change of Hayley's mood. "I know I'm probably not your most favorite person right now," Freya said, stating the obvious.

An evil sounding chuckle ripped itself from Hayley's throat. "You've got that right."

"I know an apology won't do much to change the truth, but for what it may be worth, I truly am sorry that I had to do both spells," Freya replied genuinely, making her way over to the couch and sitting down.

Hayley's mood softened a little as she realized that Freya was telling the truth.

"If that is the case, why did you do them?" Hayley asked out of curiosity, moving closer to where Freya was sitting.

"I'm willing to bet that you're not familiar with the story of me?" Freya stated more so than asked a question, glancing up at Hayley.

Hayley nodded. "I don't know anything about you except that you're a Mikaelson and a witch," Hayley admitted.

"It's a long story that I won't get into right now, but long story short..." Freya trailed off momentarily, trying to figure out how to explain the situation in the least amount of words. "Long story short, I was separated from my siblings a very long time ago...before most of them were even born and just recently I was reunited with them. Then, all of a sudden, Rebekah gets taken and all I want is to have her back so when Klaus came to me with his plan..." Freya trailed off, turning her head away trying to hide the guilt on her face. "I didn't think twice about it until it was already too late," Freya finished a moment or two later, her guilt clear in her tone of voice.

Hayley wanted to stay angry with her, but after hearing that...the short version of the story of Freya...Hayley felt bad for her. She, herself, only had an older brother and he was always around throughout her life, Hayley could only imagine how much it would pain her if she was ever separated from him for as long as Freya was separated from her siblings.

Not only that, Hayley could relate to how guilty Freya was feeling. If anything, Hayley felt twice the guilt than she felt before talking to Freya. How was she honestly supposed to stay angry at Freya for what she did when she had done something just as bad, if not worse.? They both had every right to be mad at each other. The only difference was that Freya didn't know she had the right to be mad at Hayley. Therefore, Hayley didn't feel right staying mad at Freya when Freya couldn't rightly feel angry at her as well.

In order to push her guilt to the backburner for now, Hayley started thinking about the first part of what Freya said and added it together with what little she had known before now.

"Wait a second," Hayley said, her voice revealing her confusion. "If your siblings are thousand year old vampires and you're a witch...you said you were the oldest of all of you...but how are you still so young?" Hayley asked suddenly confused as she tried to wrap her head around what Freya told her and what she'd taken from all of it.

"That would be getting into the long version," Freya answered, following up her answer with a small laugh. "We will save that version for another time and place."

Hayley sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Hopefully that time and place will be in a few days and not here."

"I can't promise that," Freya told her honestly, positioning herself on the couch so that she was turned towards Hayley. "When you get to go free again depends on when we get our sister back."

A pang of guilt suddenly hit Hayley again and she winced, covering it up with a very loud, fake cough. This was torture for her. She was almost regretting ever asking if she could take a shower, which was what had lead to Elijah telling her she could roam the compound. Hayley never thought she'd ever see the day that being locked in a room was the better option than being able to roam freely. But that's exactly what she was seeing now.

To distract herself, Hayley decided to change the subject to something lighter.

"So how do you keep yourself busy around here?" she asked, hoping that Freya could provide her the distraction she craved now. "Surely, there has to be something to do around here other than spells and supernatural crap."

Freya chuckled. "Unlike my brothers, I take full advantage of living in the 21st century."

Hayley's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Tell me you have Netflix!" she exclaimed, sitting up. "For the love of God, please tell me that you have Netflix."

"Who doesn't these days?" Freya asked rhetorically.

"Oh thank god! Yes!" She smiled. For the first time since yesterday afternoon, Hayley was at total ease. "So what do you prefer to watch? Tv shows or movies?"

Freya shrugged. "I'm not picky," she admitted.

"I have much to introduce you to," Hayley told her. "But first...where is the kitchen at?" she asked, standing up quickly.

Freya followed her action, raising a quizzical eyebrow. "Didn't you eat breakfast not even an hour ago?"

Hayley laughed. "I'm a werewolf," she answered simply as if Freya was supposed to know exactly how that was a good answer to her question. "I have a high metabolism and eat more than most girls my age," she explained after realizing that her answer wasn't clicking for Freya. "So where is the kitchen?"

~WDF~

Later that afternoon, Hayley and Freya were watching Season 2 of Parks and Recreation when Elijah returned to the compound. The sound of laughter had been the only thing he'd heard when he entered the compound. He followed the laughter up to Freya's room where he found her and Hayley lounging on her bed, watching tv and eating popcorn.

"I see that you two have met," Elijah spoke up from where he stood in the doorway, causing both girls to jump. "And have hit it off fairly quick."

Hayley looked up at him and smiled.

"Hey, Elijah," Freya greeted him, pausing the tv before leaning up and resting her body weight on her forearms. "You told me to keep Hayley company. That is exactly what I have been doing."

"I can see that," Elijah said, looking from her to Hayley and then back to her.

"Did you take care of the things that you needed to?" Hayley asked, making small talk with him as she sat up and pulled her legs in closer to her, wrapping her arms around them and then resting her chin on her knees.

Elijah didn't answer her question right away. He looked at Freya first, something that Hayley did not fail to notice. They seemed to have a quick and silent conversation before he looked back at her again.

"For the most part," he answered simply.

Hayley stared at him, wondering what he was not telling her. That look and silent conversation between him and Freya wasn't for nothing. There was something he was keeping from her. Freya, too, for that matter. Hayley decided that she would leave it alone for now. She would try to pry more information from them both separately, she'd probably find out more that way.

"That's good," Hayley replied, keeping it simple as well.

A moment of silence tore through the room before Elijah broke it.

"Well, if either of you need me for anything, I will be right down the hall."

"Noted," Hayley said as she laid back down and positioned herself so that she was comfortable again. "See you later."

Elijah eyed her curiously for a moment before glancing over at Freya one last time before turning and exiting the room. Hayley secretly watched him leave out of the corner of her eye. Her mind was still racing, wondering what he was hiding from her. In most cases, she wouldn't have cared what was being kept from her, but that silent conversation that Elijah just had with Freya wasn't something she could ignore. She would have to come up with a way to find out.

It didn't take long for Hayley to concoct an inkling of a plan. Next time Elijah was out and it was just her and Freya in the compound, she would try to get something out of Freya. Their friendship of sorts was only hours old, but Freya had been willing to tell Hayley the short version of her story only minutes after meeting her. Hayley hoped that for that exact reason, Freya wouldn't mind filling her in on some other things as well when she asked.

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When Darkness Falls, a Haylijah fanfiction

Link to the story on FF in case you missed the first few chapters or want to read ahead (reviews are always appreciated); https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12125374/1/When-Darkness-Falls

                                           Chapter 2 - Instant Trust

Hayley was left alone to her own devices for the rest of the night, and for that she was both relieved about and thankful for. Due to the feelings of anger and guilt she was experiencing because of Klaus and Elijah's actions (mainly Klaus' actions) and her own actions, being left alone had been a good thing. Hayley was never one to be able to handle herself under too much emotional pressure at once. Had anyone come to her throughout the night while her emotions were out of control, there was no doubt that she would've come clean about what she did.

If the truth were to come out too quick, Hayley had an inkling she would not be getting out of this situation alive. That fact was the one thing that Hayley was afraid of the most. She needed to keep her emotions in check or else she would wind up signing her own death wish and she didn't want to do that. Hayley's main priority was to keep her mouth shut and not admit her guilt before her parents gave the Mikaelson's their sister back so she could go home.

Her parents would do the right thing. Right? They would surrender in this stupid vampire and werewolf war to ensure her getting out of this alive, wouldn't they? It was a good thing that Hayley was already lying down somewhere comfy. Hayley's uncertainty about what the correct answers to those questions were made her feel faint. Her not knowing what was more important to her parents, her safety or winning a stupid and pointless war, was completely screwed up. Although, considering that her parents still wanted her to marry Oliver, she wouldn't be surprised if winning was the more important thing to them. Hayley would be disappointed if that turned out to be the case, but she would not be surprised about it.

The sound of a light knock on the door broke Hayley from her thoughts.

"Come in," Hayley said in a dull tone of voice, hoping it conveyed that she was still not in a good mood from the day before.

She already knew that Elijah stood on the other side of the door. The fact that the person on the other side of the knocked instead of barging in was the clue that showed the person's identity. Moments later, the door opened and Elijah walked in carrying a tray of food, confirming that Hayley was right.

Hayley still felt the after effects of her guilt and anger consuming her after what had transpired the night before. She still wasn't in a mood for company. But something told her she had little choice in the matter in that moment.

"I hope you don't mind pancakes, eggs, and orange juice," Elijah said, walking over to the bed.

For a second, Hayley was curious where the food had come from and was going to ask about it. But then she remembered that one of the Mikaelson siblings was a witch and witches, since they were technically humans as well, needed to eat to survive. So she answered her own question and didn't need to ask it to Elijah after all.

"I'm not hungry," Hayley grumbled, rolling over and shoving her face into the pillow she was resting her head on.

The sheets moved slightly beside her as Elijah placed the tray down next to her.

She heard Elijah sigh.

"Don't be stubborn, Andrea..."

"It's Hayley," she said correcting him, her voice muffled by the fluffy pillow. "I prefer being called Hayley," she said as she turned back over to look up at him.

Elijah looked back at her with a quizzical expression gracing his face.

"Hayley is my middle name," Hayley told him, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "Ever since I can remember, I've liked my middle name better and insist everyone call me Hayley instead of Andrea," she explained, becoming immediately confused by her own words.

Confusion took her over due to the lack of reasoning for why she was telling him this. Simply saying she preferred being called Hayley would have been enough. That was all she did for anyone in the past who called her Andrea instead of Hayley. But for some unknown reason, she wanted to tell Elijah this random piece of information. Never had she felt the need to tell anyone this. So why did she now?

"Duly noted." Elijah smiled. "Regardless, I'm willing to assume that you haven't eaten since yesterday."

Hayley's silence confirmed his assumption to be correct.

He gestured towards the tray. "You need to eat something."

Hayley was about to argue just as her stomach growled, stopping her before she could get a word out.

Elijah chuckled, no doubt having heard her stomach's much too loud protests.

"Fine," Hayley said as she reluctantly sat up, picking up the tray and moving it into her lap. "For future reference, someone owes me Chinese food."

"Why is that?" Elijah questioned her curiously.

Hayley grabbed the syrup bottle and popped the cap open, pouring it all over her pancakes and eggs before huffing and answering his question. "I was waiting for the Chinese food delivery guy when your jackass of a brother showed up at my door."

Elijah nodded in understanding. "That would explain why you opened the door for him as quick as you did."

Hayley rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised that he didn't just barge in considering he didn't need an invitation to enter my apartment."

"The spell he had our sister cast only allowed him uninvited access as long as you opened the door," Elijah informed her. "Even witches and their spells have limits as to what is too much."

She put the syrup bottle down and closed it, glancing up at Elijah to find him leaning against the dresser across from the bed. "How do you know all of this when you said that you had nothing to do with what happened?"

"My brother may go behind my back at times, but he rarely lies to my face when I confront him," Elijah answered with slight hesitation, as if he wasn't sure if he should even believe his answer or not.

Hayley picked up on Elijah's hesitation almost immediately. "Rarely being the keyword," she replied before taking a bite of the eggs to help settle her grumbling stomach.

Elijah nodded his head, agreeing with her.

An awkward silence fell between them as Hayley ate. It was weird for Hayley to eat in front of Elijah. Unlike her who had to eat something, he was a vampire that didn't have to eat unless he wanted to eat. Him standing there watching her eat without eating something also, so weird and awkward. Hayley made sure not to make eye contact with him the entire time because that would've made their current predicament even worse than it already was.

"Um... so is there by chance a phone around here that I can borrow?" Hayley asked once she finished eating everything on the plate, placing the tray next to her on the bed. "I need to make an important call."

Elijah glanced at her with an expression on his face that more or less meant, "Are you serious?"

Hayley rolled her eyes, throwing the blanket off of her and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Do not look at me like that. You said you didn't agree with kidnapping me so loaning me a phone would help prove that," she said, crossing her arms. "You know, despite the fact you are keeping me here," she added as an afterthought, standing up, hoping she could talk him into letting her use a phone.

"I do not think..." Elijah said before pausing, looking away from her for a moment.

Hayley sighed and spoke up before he talked again to finish his sentence. "I will only call my work and fake the flu so I don't lose my job."

She suddenly realized she was going to have to pull out the pity card to get her hands on a phone.

"If I don't call in sick to work, I will lose my job. If I lose my job, then I won't have any income. That means I won't be able to pay my rent, and I will end up being forced to move back to the bayou." Hayley sighed again, putting on the best pouty face she could muster. "I honestly don't want to move back to the bayou until I have absolutely no choice in the matter," she admitted. "Please, Elijah. You can listen in on the call if you don't trust me."

Surprise coursed through Hayley's entire being when she noticed the change of Elijah's demeanor. The realization that she was getting through to him by playing the pity card was a crazy one. Never in a million years would she have ever thought that she could do such a thing. A thousand year old vampire feeling sorry for her? Due to what her parents had always said, Hayley had been under the impression that most vampires only cared about themselves. But with how Elijah had been acting towards her in the past 12 hours, he was consistently proving her parents wrong.

"I pride myself in being able to read people well." Elijah spoke in a confident tone that suited him perfectly, pulling his cell phone from his front pocket and holding it out to her. "I trust you to do as you said you will."

Through her surprise, reaching for the phone and taking hold of it. Hayley managed a simple, "Thank you."

"I will leave you to make your call. I will return in a few minutes," Elijah said, picking up the food tray from the bed before turning and walking out of the room.

Her mouth gaping, Hayley watched him leave. Having only known her for 12 hours, give or take, he trusted her. Was this just a ploy to make sure that she continued to trust him? Or was he genuinely trusting her to make the call she said she was going to make? Why was Elijah so different than what she expected all vampires to be? Either Elijah was a good actor and vampires truly were as Hayley grew up thinking they were (evil, lying, manipulative, bloodsucking monsters), or her parents were the best liars on the planet.

Hayley was tempted to call for help due to her sudden access to a phone. She quickly decided against it due to the phone having a call log; at least that is what she told herself. The last thing Hayley wanted was to have the only person who was being civil towards her suddenly turn on her due to her blatant lie. Hayley would never admit it out loud, but Elijah giving her his phone and then leaving her alone to make her call because he trusted her played a bigger part in her not calling for help than the call log did.

After pressing the numbers on the phone's keypad, Hayley called her work and faked the flu just as she had assured Elijah she would.

                                               ~WhenDarknessFalls~

When Elijah returned not too long later just as he said he would, Hayley was in the midst of making the bed. If she were at her own apartment, the bed would've stayed a mess; but she wasn't and because of that this bed was getting made. Hayley wasn't sure why she even cared to make the bed, considering her current predicament, she had no reason for doing it. Then again, it gave her something to do other than sit around in the room she was being held captive in doing nothing.

"Thank you again for letting me borrow your phone," Hayley said, smiling briefly at him when she handed him his phone back. "My job is now safe for at least a week or so considering I have an inkling that this flu bug will be one of those week long ones."

Elijah smiled back at her. "You're welcome."

"Not to bother you with another request so soon after the first one, but is there any chance I can get a change of clothes?" Hayley questioned, looking down at the clothes she currently wore.

Well, she had showered the day before and she hadn't done anything between then and now that would make her dirty and/or sweaty. She'd probably be able to get away with wearing the same clothes again. They were still technically clean.

"Or at least a shower?" She said that as more of a suggestion than a question. "I can wear these clothes at least one more time."

Elijah nodded his head towards the ensuite bathroom. "You can shower in there," he told her.

That was, without a doubt, better than only being confined to one room.

"Thank..."

She was almost done thanking him when his next words had the rest of her sentence abruptly going back down her throat.

"There should be towels in the bathroom closet. And Rebekah should have shampoo and other things in there for you to use."

"This is Rebekah's room?" Hayley asked, wondering if her ears were playing tricks on her.

Elijah nodded his head, a sad expression gracing his facial features. "This is the only free room in the compound."

Hayley bit the side of her cheek, trying to keep her sudden panic at bay.

"Oh, god! This is Rebekah's room. I am in Rebekah's room," Hayley thought to herself, an internal panic happening.

How had she not realized it before now? Probably because she hadn't been looking around inspecting the room. But still, oh god. This was bad, so bad. The guilt of what Hayley had done, the part she had knowingly and stupidly played in all of this, consumed her once again.

Hayley suddenly felt like all the air in the room had been sucked out of it. She couldn't breathe, she was sure that she was suffocating, and she was definitely hyperventilating. But she couldn't let on about it because then Elijah would get suspicious. This was another one of those emotional pressure times for her. If Elijah got suspicious and asked the wrong question at the right time, he surely wouldn't be wanting to protect her anymore.

Managing to compose herself for a bit longer, Hayley flashed Elijah a quick smile.

Before leaving the room, Elijah turned back to give her the best news she had heard all morning. "Before I forget, there is one other thing. Due to the fact you are spelled to not be able to leave the compound on your own, you are free to roam wherever you please."

With that Elijah turned back and left, closing the door behind him.

A wave of sudden relief took over Hayley. Oh, yes, thank God. Hayley didn't have to think twice about it, she would take full advantage of the luxury that Elijah gave her every second she could. Not being confined to Rebekah's room where her guilt would now consume her every time she stayed in there would be a good for her.

Hayley smiled to herself on her way to the bathroom.

She might be able to survive this situation long enough that she can go home after all. That is as long as her guilt didn't get to her first and cause her to make this situation worse than it already was. She sure hoped that would not be the case.

"Please do the right thing mom and dad," she thought to herself as she closed the bathroom door behind her and wasted no time getting ready for her shower.