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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They were in a taxi heading towards withmore college. Elizabeth had done a locator spell earlier, and now they knew exactly where Olivia, Lucas, and Josette were—all at Whitmore. That made the mission significantly easier. Klaus kept texting her nonstop, telling her to be careful. Sweet, sure. But also irritating.
Kai snorted when he saw the messages. "He's so clingy," he teased. "What is he, your vampire boyfriend or your stalker?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Bit of both."
She knew Klaus was lonely. Most of his siblings were still pissed at him, even if Freya was finally warming up to him. Not surprising—they were more alike than either of them wanted to admit.
"You ever worn skinny jeans?" Kai suddenly asked, twisting in his seat like a toddler. "They're wrong. My whole body's suffocating. And why are jeans so tight when phones are so huge? I can't get it out of my pocket." He turned to the driver. "Do you ever think about this kind of stuff?"
The taxi driver didn't even look up from the road. "Can't say I do."
"Exactly! People make everything more difficult." Elizabeth sighed, holding up her tiny purse. "This bag cost a fortune—well, technically I compelled this girl at the store to give it to me. Poor thing probably got fired. But it's too small to even fit a pocket knife."
Kai arched a brow. "Then why not get a bigger bag?"
"Because it's pretty, Kai."
He gave her a flat look. "Women are so weird."
Elizabeth smirked. "Coming from you, that means a lot."
"No, seriously. One minute they hate you for being a sociopath, next minute they're kissing you. Out of nowhere. Not that I'm complaining, but like, what the hell—?"
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. "Wait. Who kissed you?"
Kai immediately froze. Realizing he'd said too much, he deflected, flailing dramatically. "Oh God, I'm that guy now. The guy who won't shut up. I hate that guy. I sat next to him on a plane once. He was the worst."
He leaned forward between the seats. "Speaking of planes—what is the deal with the liquids thing at airport security? And the shoe removal? So gross."
"They're worried about terrorists," the driver replied blandly.
Elizabeth groaned. "How far are we?"
"Almost there," the driver said.
Kai flopped back into his seat, grinning. "Okay, well I'm sorry, but real terrorists? Those people taking off their shoes. That's the real horror. Ugh. I know I'm chatty. Prison does that to you. Not like regular prison—more like a—"
