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 stepped into the dimly lit bar, now transformed into an impromptu art gallery. Spotlights illuminated walls lined with paintings, each piece a glimpse into Klaus's turbulent, creative soul.
Klaus approached with a soft smile. "Sweetheart. At last."
Without hesitation, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply. She melted into him, moaning softly as her arms slid around his neck. When they finally pulled apart, Elizabeth bit her lip and grinned.
"Sorry I'm late," she said. "The twins decided sleep was optional tonight."
He smiled. "I'll have a word with them."
She raised an eyebrow. "You summoned me here in the middle of the night. Why the secrecy?"
Klaus gestured grandly at the walls. "I thought we could have one of our... rendezvous. But with a new backdrop. So, I'm offering you a private tour—of my exhibition."
Elizabeth's eyes widened as she took it in. "These are yours? Klaus, this is... incredible." She glanced around with a smirk. "A private art show? I must be special."
"A very special girl," he said, watching her with admiration.
She wandered closer to a nearby canvas, her fingers brushing the edge of the frame. "You've hidden this part of yourself so long."
"For centuries," he said softly. "I spent millennia keeping my talents quiet—afraid they'd draw my father's wrath. But he's dead. So are the rest who stood against me. I see no reason my work should remain in the dark."
Elizabeth stopped in front of a portrait — of herself.
Her hair fell perfectly over one shoulder. Her eyes glowed with strength and warmth. It was stunning.
"I love this one," she whispered.
Klaus stepped behind her. "As do I. The subject is... unparalleled."
"She is gorgeous," Elizabeth teased, smirking. Klaus laughed.
But then her gaze shifted — and froze. Her expression soured.
"Oh... God."
Klaus blinked. "What is it?"
She pointed to a nearby canvas: Genevieve. Naked. On Klaus's bed. Seductive and smug.
Elizabeth pressed a hand to her forehead dramatically. "I feel faint. Nauseous. I might hurl."
Klaus winced. "Bloody hell. I forgot that one even existed."
She glared at him. "You displayed it."
"I didn't realize it was here! I swear, I should've burned that thing years ago." He reached to remove it from the wall.
