Girl of the Originals

chapter 13

anastasia's POV

The first time I met Marcel Gerard, he wasn't what I expected to be. As I walked with my hand in Elijah's towards the long, lost family friend who I suspected may be angry after being abandoned to death even if he did escape it, I studied him from the corners of my eyes even though he looked at me straight on, his eyes burning holes onto my forehead.

Marcel was taller than Klaus or Elijah with skin the color of my coffee in the morning with a little creamer mixed in, dark brown eyes, and short black hair. His eyes and thick eyebrows gave his face an intense look, a sense of expression. He wore a short sleeved black shirt that clung to his muscles and snug jeans. He was confidence. He was clearly a leader. A different kind of leader than Klaus. Neither better or worse.

Once Elijah and I had stopped moving, I looked up at Marcel meeting his eyes. I experienced the same odd emotional and physical emotions as I did when I first met the two original brothers. I could see Marcel's soul dance behind his eyes and I felt like he could see mine hiding in the shadows. I wanted his arms around me tight because I felt like there was a connection between us that existed long before either of us were born and couldn't be helped. Any distance such as time was painful and I wanted to make up for all of the time that was lost between us. No, I was wrong. Time didn't exist. Just us. Deep thoughts for a seventeen year old to think, but it was probably one of the only ones I had ever had.

What was wrong with me? I had my soulmates right here and this was their time to reconcile and mend a fragile relationship that almost been destroyed, but was still standing because of the three beating hearts in the courtyard. I didn't dare include myself in that equation. I didn't even know Marcel.

Elijah and Klaus hovered around me protectively as they addressed Marcel. It was annoying and later I would have to come up with an excuse to get my own personal space.

"Well, hello, Marcel Gerard," Elijah said, "Its been a long time since we've seen each other last."

"Yeah your brother and I which I'm sure you heard just went over that," Marcel said not looking away from me, "I'm really more interested in meeting your friend."

"Why yes of of course!" Klaus said returning to his theatrical over the top dramatic state of mind. There were several different versions of Klaus. Naughty Klaus, moody Klaus, angry Klaus, lonely Klaus, arrogant Klaus, and of course theatrical Klaus. And each Klaus possessed the same annoying yet sexy smirk.

Klaus slung an arm around my shoulder. "Allow me to introduce yourself to my darling mate of my soul, keeper of my heart, and my partner in crime, anastasia Gilbert."

"Our soulmate, Klaus," Elijah said kissing me on the cheek. "She is the only reason for my existence."

Marcel clenched his jaw.

"Do you have a problem with that, Marcellus?" Klaus asked curiously probably wondering like me why he was so upset. I expected him to say something about the past, but was shocked to hear about what he said next.

"Are you using her to get to me?" Marcel addressed Klaus making wild hand gestures in my direction. "Are you so desperate for me to be alone and unloved that you take something that is mine? I don't know what your objective is Klaus, but she is my soulmate."

"This is ridiculous," Elijah said, "He has clearly lost his mind."

"I hope you are not suggesting what I think you are because if you are there will only be three people returning to their beds at night," Klaus warned Marcel.

"She hasn't said anything since she got here. Judging by the look in her eyes she knows," Marcel looked over at me and tried to give me a comforting, reassuring smile.

Elijah and Klaus eyed me wondering if what Marcel said was true and I guess whatever was apparent on my face put a hopeless expression on Elijah's face and a devasted/betrayed look on Klaus'. Then Klaus suddenly got angry. He pushed Marcel up in the air and he fell several feet away before sprinting back to us lightening speed. I didn't have any time to even gasp before Klaus stormed towards me.

Even though I knew that this person who I had shared my heart and mind with when I needed a shoulder to cry on after the loss of my sister before giving him my innocence would never hurt me, I still cringed and cowered in fear. It was an instinctive reaction. Self preservation.

Klaus looked like he was shocked and horrified as he stopped breathing and moving. Thank God vampires are died and do not need oxygen to survive.

"anastasia...I would never...amasatia wait-" Klaus was unable to form a coherent sentence. I knew what he was trying to say. He didn't want me to pull away again like I had initially done after Elena's death.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him and that I couldn't help it. I really wanted to be able to function like a normal human being when I'm stressed by talking, eating, and just plain out functioning, but I can't because I am weak.

"Klaus, I know that you didn't mean to scare her, but you did. We will talk about this later. I am not happy with you," Elijah said before cupping my face and starring into my eyes. They said more than I did. "Its ok," he told me, "Its okay. Just breathe. I got you."

I felt like I was about to cry. How humiliating. I also wanted to vomit. Emotions and stomach problems were just too much to deal with right now.

"What's wrong? Is she okay?" Marcel pressed a hand against my forehead as if checking for a fever. I knew that I wasn't sick. "Way to go guys stressing out our pregnant mate. If you guys are having a hard time spoiling this beautiful girl and making her happy, then I can gladly take her off your hands."

"That will not be necessary, but I would appreciate it if you took your hands off of her, Marcel. You may or may not be her mate too, but mate or not you are still a stranger," Klaus said at the same time Elijah said, "A baby?"

"Yeah one of my witches saw you guys coming before you did and she confirmed that she was pregnant with your baby, Niklaus. Surprise, you are going to be a father. I hope you do better with this one than you did with me," Marcel said.

What does he mean? Is he talking about me? I'm pregnant? What?

"That's impossible!" Klaus scoffed. "Vampires cannot reproduce."

"But werewolves can," Marcel pointed out. After that ceremony unlocking his dormant werewolf side, he was able to father children. Why do I find that very sexy? I could jump him right now if I weren't so confused about how I felt about being a mother and whether or not Marcel was telling the truth.

"I don't believe this, any of this," Klaus said pointing a finger at Marcel, "First, you claim Isabella as your own and now you're saying that she's expecting? This is ludicrous."

"Well, you better believe it because that is not all," Marcel said addressing me, "The witches want to kill this baby because they see it as an abomination. They want to kill Klaus too with the white oak stake. Don't worry. I'll do anything I have to to make sure that you and your child remain safe and protected. I may not know you well, anastasia, but as your mate your security is my job. As for Klaus, he is on his own."