𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Kai Parker's little sister, Elizabeth after escaping her prison world, sleeps with the only vampire that can procreate, just her luck. Being pregnant with a miracle child, what a joke.
[Klaus Mikaelson]
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Earlier today, Klaus had summoned Elijah and Freya to discuss an alliance against Dahlia. The twins were napping upstairs, which gave Elizabeth a rare few hours of peace—and a perfect window for family drama.
Elijah arrived at the compound just past noon. Klaus and Elizabeth were already waiting in the dining room, the heavy scent of tea and toast lingering in the air.
"There you are—finally," Klaus remarked, lifting his glass.
Elizabeth grinned. "Hey, Suits." She waved as Elijah stepped inside, immaculate as ever in one of his tailored jackets. Even after everything, seeing him again still felt odd. He wasn't living with them anymore, and despite the avalanche of memes and jokes she regularly texted him, he barely replied. And when he did, his messages were painfully formal. He even signed his name at the end. Who does that?
Still, she loved messing with him. Sometimes she'd pretend to be in mortal danger just to get him to show up in a panic—which was hilarious. Elijah no longer fell for those stunts, unfortunately. Her pranks had lost their punch.
Elijah removed his coat and hung it neatly before joining them at the table. "I was delayed."
"By who?" Elizabeth asked with a knowing smile. The gleam in her eyes was unmistakable: she was fishing for gossip.
She was convinced Elijah was seeing someone. He looked... lighter. Happier. And it definitely wasn't Hayley. Hayley was married now and clearly had feelings for Jackson, so maybe that whole messy love triangle had finally unraveled. Maybe, just maybe, Elijah had found someone who actually made him feel chosen. And Elizabeth was here for it.
"No one," Elijah said evenly.
"Liar," Elizabeth grinned, leaning in. "So how was it?"
Elijah didn't respond.
She groaned. "Come on, share the smut, Eli."
He poured himself some tea, calm as ever. "There is nothing to share."
"Sure," Elizabeth deadpanned. "You literally walked in here glowing and breathing like someone who's just had mind-blowing sex—but fine, deny it. Is she a witch? Is that why you want the alliance with Freya to work? You're all hot and bothered for a witch? I bet she's gorgeous. I want to know her name, what she looks like, her hobbies, if she likes brunch. Show me a picture. Wait—is she your girlfriend? Or just a classy one-night stand? You seem too dignified for those, but hey, I'm not judging—"
"Elizabeth, for God's sake, stop torturing my poor brother," Klaus cut in, laughing.
Elizabeth smirked, but relaxed into her seat.
Klaus gestured toward the hall. "Our guest of honor will be here momentarily."
Freya.
Despite his calm tone, Elizabeth knew Klaus still didn't fully trust her. And knowing him, he probably had an ulterior motive for today's brunch. She just wished he'd loop her in more often.
