Unbreakable | Klaus Mikaelson

Sacrifice My Daughter

And that's when Klaus rushed into the church, covered in blood. He was extremely pissed off and it brought me hope. Hope for the baby.

That was until the witches threw him up in the air and pinned him down against a wall. We looked into each others eyes, the hope disappearing from both of them, there was no hope. We were both doomed.

The witches covered my lower half with a sheet.

"Let's begin, shall we?" Genevieve addressed the witches.

I had no other choice but to push at this point. And so I did. And I continued pushing, and crying, and screaming.

"I will bring hell to your family!" Klaus shouted.

"One last push!" Genevieve encouraged. "Push! The baby's almost here!"

"I will bathe in rivers of your blood." He carried on shouting.

"I can see the baby!" Monique exclaimed.

I cried even harder, knowing what this meant.

"Push! Gently! Gently!"

"You will die screaming!" Klaus continued shouting.

And then with one final push, the baby was out. I fell back in exhaustion. But when I heard the baby cooing I propped myself up and stared at my beautiful baby girl.

The witches cut the umbilical cord and Genevieve wrapped her in a little blanket. "You have a beautiful baby daughter."

I kept staring at her in shock with tears in my eyes and I could tell Klaus was doing the same as he had gone quiet the second she was born.

"We must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets with the morning sky-" Genevieve began.

"-Please." I began. "Please, can I hold her?"

She brought the baby up to me and I sat up as she was placed in my arms. I was absolutely amazed by my baby girl. I looked up at Klaus and managed a small smile before kissing her on the forehead.

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KLAUS' POV

I was mesmerized by the baby girl Brooke was holding in her arms. Our baby girl.

I was just staring at the two things I loved most in this world, holding off the tears.

That was until Monique grabbed Brooke's hair and pulled her whole head back and slit her throat with a dagger they have spelled earlier.

The blood poured out of her throat as she fell backwards and I could hear her heart stop beating.

"NOOOOOO!" I screamed.

The witches grabbed my baby and proceeded to leave the church while I screamed trying to free myself from the wall.

As they left the church, I fell to the floor but was unable to move until they were long gone.

Once I was able to move I slowly made my way up to Brooke, desperately trying to find any signs that she could be alive but there weren't any. I bit into my wrist and fed her my blood. I brought her down onto the floor with me, laying her down on my lap. I waited and prayed for her to wake up but the time was just passing by and she was not waking up.

Once enough time has passed and I was certain she wasn't going to wake, I buried my head into her shoulder and cried.

I cried and cried, not being able to stop.

My baby was gone and the love of my life was dead.

A few minutes had past when someone burst into the church.