"Damon, would you drop me off at Klaus's?" I asked.
He looked at me and shook his head. "No, of course not. Why would you ever ask me?"
I laughed. "Honestly. I don't know. I'll just ask Stefan later."
Damon sighed and turned to look at me. "Fine, Little Bennett. I'll drop you off at your boyfriend's. Just, please convince him not to kill Elena. I don't want her dead, and I don't want Michelle or anyone else ruined by it."
I nodded. "I'll try my best."
I looked out the car window as Damon drove me to the Mikaelson's. My stomach was still in pain. I just prayed it would go away.
I got out of the car and said my goodbyes to Damon. He smiled and nodded, as I shut the door.
I turned towards Klaus's house and smiled. I missed Klaus, even though I saw him earlier.
I walked up to the door and knocked. I stood there, playing with my fingers as I stared at my feet.
The door opened and I looked up with a smile. "Well, hello, love," Klaus greeted me.
I smiled at him and propped myself up on my tippy toes. I leaned in and pecked his lips.
As I pulled away, I watched as his shocked expression turned to a smile.
"Hi, Klaus."
He laughed. "Well, someone missed me. Come in."
He moved out of the way and allowed me to enter. I nodded and walked through the door.
He walked in front of me, so I followed. We entered an old looking room. In the middle of it sat a painting.
I walked in front of it and smiled. It was a picture of me sitting at the bar.
"It was what I saw when I entered the grill the first time we met. I didn't realize how gorgeous you were."
I smiled and turned to him. I kissed his lips and looked back at the painting. It was gorgeous. I never knew he could paint.
"This is gorgeous."
He smiled at me and turned to look at the walls. I followed his gaze and realized all the paintings were his.
They were all spectacular. They had different feelings toward them. Some were happy, others sad.
"You are so talented," I exclaimed.
Klaus laughed. "Thank you, love."
I turned to him and stared in his eyes. His gaze kept going from my eyes to my lips, but mine were doing the same.
"Kiss already," Katherine exclaimed.
I turned to her and smiled. "Hi, Katherine."
She smiled with sarcasm. "Hello, Bennett."
I giggled. Nicknames already. She must like me. Then another lady came in. She was darker and had her black dreads wrapped in a bun. She was older, maybe a grandma.
"This is Pam. She is a witch. I've decided to let her be used in the spell, so nothing happens to you," Klaus explained.
I turned to him and gave a soft smile. "Thank you."
He nodded. I turned back to Pam. "Nice to meet you, Pam."
She smiled. "A Bennett witch. And a very powerful at that. It's a pleasure."
I giggled and smiled widely. The. He smile went away and she paused, her eyes widening as she grabbed her head.
When she let go, she looked back and forth between me and Klaus. She was freaked out.
"Klaus, I need to speak to you and Kylie alone. Now," Pam said.
Katherine sighed. "Before you compel me, I'm leaving," she said, leaving the room.
I looked at Klaus and then at Pam. "What is it?" I asked.
Pam shook her head. "I get visions. Kind of an ancestor thing. But hunny, I had a vision of a baby. Your baby."
I laughed and shook my head. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
She sighed. "Your pregnant. And it's his," she said, looking at Klaus.
Klaus laughed. "Lies. I can't have kids. Don't lie to me."
Pam sighed and shook her head. "I'm not lying. You are part werewolf. You were a wolf before you were made a vampire. You can still have kids," Pam explained.
Klaus turned to me and looked in my eyes. Then he looked at Pam.
"Listen closely," Pam said.
Klaus turned back to me, tears in his eyes. A mix of shock and sadness on his face. He moved his eyes down to my stomach as he listened.
His face slowly contorted. He turned to Pam and shook his head. Then he turned to me.
"She isn't lying. I can hear a heart beat," Klaus said.
My mouth dropped and I looked between the two. My eyes caught the painting Klaus drew of me, and I began to stare off.
I was pregnant with Klaus's kid. I couldn't be. I can't do this. I'm only 16. I can't be a teen mom. I can't do this.
I looked at Klaus and realized he was smiling, which in turn made me smile.
"I promise, I won't let anything happen to you," Klaus promised.
He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It wasn't like the usual passionate ones. This one was full of love and compassion.
I pulled away and looked into Klaus's eyes. I smiled and giggled before wrapping myself into Klaus's chest.
Maybe I could do this after all.
