Girl of the Originals

chapter 18

I didn't know if it was normal or not, but as soon as my water broke, I started feeling contractions. They were extremely painful; they brought me to my knees. The red headed witch hovered over me, watching me closely as if she didn't trust me.

In between cries and moans of pain I managed to say, "Klaus is going to rip you to shreds."

She smirked at my response which scared me. She knew something that I didn't. Suddenly, I heard footsteps racing up the staircase and then Klaus and Elijah appeared right outside my door. Klaus had a murderous look on her face, and Elijah looked panicked.

They tried to step into my room, but an invisible wall kept them from entering. They kept trying to push up against it, but it wasn't working. Klaus growled loudly, frustrated and Elijah clenched his hands into fists.

"A boundary spell," the witch answered my silent question. "No object, person, or vampire can get past it," she added.

Another contraction hit me harder than the rest and then I found myself lying on my back as I spread my legs wide open. I began to push. The baby was coming any second now. Elijah was silently sobbing as he took in the scene, and Klaus looked like he was holding his breath.

"You won't get away with this, Nadine!" Klaus shouted as the veins in his neck became more visible.

So that was the bitch's name.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked even though I knew the answer.

"Esther is right," she said, sneering at me, "your baby is an abomination, and I end its life before it hurts anybody."

Klaus practically roared with rage as Elijah made promises out loud to torture and kill Nadine. They continued to try to get past the barrier but nothing was working. And we were running out of time. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

With one final push, my baby was brought into the world with a cry. Nadine picked it up before I could as both of the original brothers shouted words of rage. I wanted to do something, but I was exhausted.

I managed to sit up halfway to look on my child. I gasped when I saw my baby.

"Its a healthy baby boy," Nadine said looking back and forth between Klaus and I. Whatever spell she had casted earlier that caused me to go into labor early had also affected our baby boy. Instead of looking tiny and scrawny as a four month old baby would, he was long and plump, about the size of a nine month old baby. His eyes were closed, already resting. He was covered in blood and other fluid, but I could still tell that he was a handsome baby. He already had thick dark hair and the cutest little chin. His ears were small and reminded me of seashells for some reason.

Thomas, I thought to myself. That was the first name that popped into my mind when I saw him.

"Thomas Mikaelson," Klaus said, testing it out. I guess I had said it outloud. He smiled for a brief moment, but it was a bittersweet moment. "I like it," he said.

Nadine pulled out a knife, and I screamed while Klaus and Elijah protested loudly.

"Please, let me hold him," I begged.

Nadine hesitated before giving in. She gently handed over the baby like she hadn't thought about killing him two seconds before. I rocked Thomas back and forth as I held him.

"What a big boy you are," I cooed to him as he continued to rest unaware of what Nadine had tried to do before. I wiped some of the blood off of his face and boy with my shirt. "There you are," I said as if I had just uncovered a precious treasure. He was better than any treasure in the universe. He was so small and precious and mine. I could hold him forever and be content.

Elijah was crying big crocodile tears, and Klaus's eyes were wide and wet. He had a horrified look on his face as he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"That's enough," Nadine said as she began to reach out to take Thomas away from me. I tried to get away from her, but I wasn't fast enough, especially with an infant in my arms. This couldn't be happening. I wasn't ready to part from my son, and I never would be. He was so warm and content in my arms and everything inside of me was screaming protect him.

Nadine reached out and briefly touched Thomas, but before she could pick him up, she quickly moved her hand away as if she had just been burned. That was strange. She tried to grab him again, and the same happened.

"What are you doing?" Nadine asked with an accusatory look in her eyes as she gazed down at me.

Before I could answer, she took out her knife age and made a long, deep cut along my throat. I began to choke on my own blood as my arms loosened and Thomas slid out of my lap onto the floor.

He began to cry out again as his father and uncle screamed behind him. Nadine tried to go after my son again, but when she touched him, she felt like she had just come into contact with a burning hot oven.

That was when I knew that my son would be okay. Thomas Mikaelson was special just like his father, and even though he was a newborn, it was clear that he was gifted. He would make it away from Nadine and the other witches and he would escape all of the other darkness out there; I was sure of it. I just wished that I could be around to see it.

The last thing I saw before I died was hiccup after his crying fit on the floor and then he quieted down, relaxing as Nadine climbed opened up the bedroom window and disappeared.

Then everything was as dark as the nighttime sky without the stars.