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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Klaus had run off to the Bayou.
Apparently, for the werewolf ceremony to be binding, both Hayley and Jackson needed to be free of secrets. Unfortunately, there was one secret Hayley was still keeping—and it was one we couldn't afford to let out.
No one could know the twins were alive. Not yet. It was far too dangerous.
Elizabeth wasn't sure how she felt about the secrecy. She didn't entirely trust Jackson—not because he was a bad man. He was loyal, and he'd never intentionally harm the twins. But he wasn't indestructible. He could be overpowered, manipulated, or killed. And the people after them didn't play fair.
While Klaus played noble martyr in the swamps, Elizabeth found herself somewhere far less appealing: the cemetery. Specifically, Claire's tomb. It was, in fairness, surprisingly cozy—if one ignored the stench of death and ancestor-fueled resentment permeating the air.
Davina sat across from her, candles flickering between them. Elizabeth had tried and failed to locate Rebekah with a spell. Davina and Kol clearly knew something, but weren't talking. Still, Elizabeth didn't push too hard. She had another reason for being here.
Davina had wanted to spend time with her. Despite Elizabeth's relationship with Klaus, the girl genuinely liked her. Elizabeth had helped coax Davina back into magic after her resurrection and had taught her more than a few spells—plus, she'd made her laugh in the face of ancestor intimidation. That counted for something.
"I don't think I ever said this," Davina said gently, "but I'm really sorry about your babies. I remember how excited you were."
Elizabeth gave her a small smile. "It's okay. I'd have made a terrible mother anyway. I grew up with a ton of little siblings and hated their yammering. Probably why I killed most of them," she added casually.
Davina blinked. "Right..."
As much as she liked Elizabeth, that particular detail never got easier to digest. The nonchalance, the lack of guilt—it was unsettling. Davina knew her life had been hell, but she still wasn't convinced murder had to be the answer.
Kol, who had been flipping through a dusty grimoire nearby, scoffed. "It all makes sense now. You and Nik get along so well because you're both bloody psychopaths."
"Actually, Klaus is softer than me," Elizabeth replied with a wicked grin. "He'd never kill any of you permanently. He cares too much, even if he pretends not to. I didn't have the luxury of magical daggers that just put people into comas. I used real knives."
Davina groaned. "This got morbid fast.
"But you two seem to be getting along," she added, trying to pivot back to something less murderous.
