DEVILS SMILE, SIREN EYES; Klaus Mikaelson

[020]

calliope's secrets

October 1992

My beautiful, sweet baby girl was born today. I knew from the moment I saw her deep-sea blue eyes that I would protect her with my life, so she couldn't have the name of me, nor her father. I fear that the names would provoke enemies of our families to come and find her, hurt her.

Nothing is going to hurt my child.

In his family's bible, her name is Miranda Jayne Labonair. In my family tree, her name is Miranda Jayne Parker. But in life, in this life, her name is Miranda Jayne Baudelaire, as I changed my name to Baudelaire also.

It's for our protection, and I only hope she doesn't hate me for taking her away from her family history, as there is a lot of it.

But with history, there are wars and stories untold, hence why I took her from both of our families.

I know what she is, a siphon, and my father would hunt her down. He is already disappointed I had a child so early on in life. The twins that lead our coven would only have a few years to rule before Mira would turn 22 and have to complete the merge.

That's another reason I cut ties with those in my life. If father found out, he would kill them. Andrew has Adeline, and I have Miranda. I need to find a solution before they turn twenty-two, otherwise we lose both of them, as I'm sure neither of them would want to take each other's life after they find out who they are to each other.

I am still in Portland, wanting to stay close to my brother for the next few years as he prepares for the merge. Father has been reprimanding me for my choices as I choose to help Mal instead of Jo, but he doesn't control me. And he sure as hell will never control Mira.

• • •

Mira frowned, confused.

The merge sounded familiar, like a distant memory. She felt something cold twist inside her every time it was written, dread and hesitation and death. Whatever the merge was, it was something Mira had to avoid at all costs.

It was like an instinct, screaming at her, and she knew from experience to never ignore her instincts. She didn't know why, she didn't know how, but she couldn't do the merge. Ever.

Whatever it was.

• • •

April 1993

Miranda has been a handful this past year. Her abilities prevent me from helping her, my child, and I can do nothing as she sits in her crib and cries, despite my longing to hold her. It pains me.

I truly hope as she grows older she learns to control it. I don't think I could handle it if I could never hold my baby girl.

She has the eyes of her father, this much is obvious. I remember falling for those eyes in those few short months that we knew each other before he had to leave and go back to New Orleans.

He was in Portland to search for some more of his kind, I believe. It was never his plan to fall for a witch, nor was it my plan to fall for a wolf, but nonetheless it was the best thing to ever happen to me, and out of our relationship, I got a beautiful baby girl. And so did he.

• • •

Mira's eyes widened at the last sentence, her mouth opening and closing as every single word failed her and her brain short circuited.