Girl of the Originals

chapter 16

anastasia pov 

I really was pregnant, and I didn't know who was most affected by it. Shortly after Marcel told us that the witches thought that our baby was an abomination and wanted to kill it, Klaus went off on a witch hunt as he liked to call it. I shuddered at the thought.

Meanwhile, Elijah made sure that I ate a healthy breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He wanted to make sure that the baby and I got all of the nutrition we needed, but if he kept it up, I was going to get fat.

Marcel visited me every day. Sometimes, he just spent the day with me at my house while I painted pictures that were dull in comparison to Klaus's or read. Other times, he brought me to restaurants that had names I couldn't pronounce and cuisine I couldn't afford on my own dime.

They were all trying to protect and take care of me while getting to know who I was at the same time. I wanted to say that I could protect myself, but not while I was human.

I was starting to get to know all of the guys better. This whole soulmate thing seemed crazier and even crazier as I continued spending time with them. How did I deserve them?

When I wasn't hanging out with the guys, I spent time with Davina. She was really sweet and becoming a really good friend.

Sometimes I was surprised that she was so nice after what Marcel told me she had been through. He said that the witches had sacrificed three girls and planned to kill Davina too during a ceremony known as the Harvest to preserve the witches' ancestral magic. Like I needed another reason to hate the witches beside the fact that they wanted to kill my unborn child.

Even with all of the drastic changes that had taken place in my life, life had never been so good. Sometimes, I would find myself closing my eyes as I committed a moment in my life to memory.

I was almost able to forget that my sister and Bonnie was dead. I was almost able to forget about the evil, murderous witches who were out for blood. I was almost able to forget about Jeremy, Aunt Jenna, and Alaric who lived so far away. I was almost able to forget about the Salvatore brothers that had at one point done almost everything they could to protect my sister or me from whatever crazy supernatural dilemmas that we found ourselves swept into.

I would be eighteen soon, and I had lived through so much, and I was told that there was more to come if I could survive it all. I placed a gentle hand on my abdomen. I had to survive for my child.

"What are you thinking about?" Elijah asked me one morning as he fried eggs in a skillet while dressed formally in a suit. "There seems to be something on your mind."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I was thinking about people who I lost and others who drifted away."

Elijah gave me an odd look. "Is it okay if I ask you a question?" he said.

I raised my eyebrows. "If your asking that kind of question then the answer is no. I don't want to marry you, Elijah. Having your last name being 'Mikaelson' really puts a target on your back."

He smirked. "I'll change your mind on that one day. What I meant to ask you was if you are feeling a little hormonal? Should I call the doctor?"

I made a face. "That question is even worse," I said.

A couple of weeks ago, Klaus compelled a doctor named Dr. Kinsley. Dr. Kinsley was a woman in her mid-forties with gray mixed into her strawberry blond hair and bright blue eyes. Whenever she saw us to give me an ultrasound or to check out how our miracle hybrid baby was doing, she remembered everything Klaus told her about vampires, werewolves, and witches, but as soon as she was no longer in our company, she forgot everything, thanks to the compulsion. More importantly, she could never tell a soul anything about my mystical pregnancy or the supernatural world.