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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Elizabeth was back in New Orleans—and more importantly, she was finally sinking her teeth into a real beignet for the first time since giving birth to the twins. God, she'd missed this. Powdered sugar coated her fingertips as she leaned back in her seat, ignoring the ache in her chest that came with being away from her babies. But they were safe. Elijah would die before letting harm come to them, and Camille—human or not—had enough fire in her soul to go down swinging if it meant protecting them. Elizabeth trusted her. Mostly.
After breakfast, Elizabeth decided it was time for a little reunion. Not the cozy, sentimental kind—but the kind that involved a cold stone cell and a vampire who used to be one of the most feared witches in history.
Esther Mikaelson.
Klaus had done the honors of locking her up in some charming dungeon of his, and Elizabeth had insisted he turn his mother into a vampire. She had to see the results of her suggestion in person. A little check-up on her handiwork, so to speak.
After all, Esther had tried to kill her children—her children—because of her own twisted ideas of balance of nature. She'd even gotten Elizabeth killed in the process. Sure, dying had made Elizabeth stronger, better... but still. A sliced throat wasn't her ideal way to go. Even after everything she'd been through in the prison world, death still sucked. Literally.
And then there was Dahlia. The ever-looming threat because of Esther's foolish deal. One reckless decision, and now her daughters were in danger. Elizabeth couldn't understand it—how could a mother just hand her child over to a monster like Dahlia? She'd burn the world before letting anyone take her daughters.
She descended into the dungeon with a casual smile and saw her target: Esther, fangs out, blood smeared across her mouth, and an empty blood bag dangling from her fingers. Lovely.
"Hello," Elizabeth said cheerfully, stepping into the room like she was greeting an old friend rather than a war criminal.
Esther's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Who are you?"
Elizabeth laughed. "You don't remember the people you try to kill? That's disappointing. I remember every one of mine perfectly. Otherwise, where's the fun?"
"I've never met you," Esther said with slow, biting precision. "I think you've been misled. Has my son sent you here to torment me?"
Elizabeth tilted her head. "You're a little slow for someone with the title 'legendary witch.' I'm Elizabeth Parker," she said, smirking as always.
Esther's expression shifted in an instant—eyes wide. "You're the mother. The siphoner."
"I'm surprised you didn't call me an abomination," Elizabeth replied, mockingly disappointed.
