Elijah Mikaelson was sitting in his study in his villa in France, reading and drinking a cup of tea, when he heard a knock at his door. Furrowing his brow, Elijah stood and went to answer the door. It was rare for anyone to call on him, and he wondered who it could be. He opened his door and found three people standing there; instantly, Elijah knew that they were wizards and a witch. He tensed, wondering what they wanted with him.
“Mr. Elijah Mikaelson?”
“Yes, how can I be of service?”
“My name is Kristen Nikolaev from the Russian Ministry of Magic child services. Were you acquainted with Anastasia Ivanov?”
Elijah's heart squeezed painfully at hearing the name of his beloved. He and Anastasia had been together for two years when he heard that Klaus was looking for him a year ago. Elijah asked Anastasia to return home and that he would find her when the threat had passed, but he never did. He still held out hope that he would locate Anastasia one day.
“Yes, Anastasia is my fiancé. Has something happened to her?”
Ms. Nikolaev gave Elijah a sympathetic look, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, Mr. Mikaelson, but Anastasia passed away a few months ago.”
Elijah rocked back on his heels as tears filled his eyes. He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump, “How did she die?”
Kristen sighed; she knew what she was about to tell Mr. Mikaelson would shock him, “She died giving birth to your daughter.”
Elijah stared at the social worker in disbelief and slowly began to get angry, “What kind of sick joke is this? I am a vampire; I cannot procreate.”
“We know that Mr. Mikaelson, but we have definitive proof that the baby is yours. A Geneology test was performed on her, and you are listed as her father, and her magical birth certificate shows you listed as her father.”
“No, it's impossible,” Elijah denied.
The Auror standing next to Ms. Nikolaev produced a letter and handed it to Elijah, “Perhaps this will clear this for you?”
With a shaky hand, Elijah took the letter. He instantly recognized the seal. Breaking the seal, Elijah unrolled the parchment and began to read. He recognized the handwriting as Anastasia's. In the letter, she explained how much she loved Elijah, and she wanted to give them the one thing he desired most in the world, and that was a child.
My love, because I know that is your deepest desire, I took a fertility potion that would allow me to get pregnant. I was going to tell you I was pregnant the day you told me to return home. You were so worried about your brother; I didn't want to add to your worries. I planned to inform you after the baby's birth, but alas, that isn't possible. I know I'm dying, but I want you to know that I don't regret anything. You are the love of my life, and I would do anything to see you happy. I named her Aryana, which means pure, to remind you that what we had was beautiful and pure. And to remind you that you are not the monster you believe you are; you are pure and good.
I hope you decide to raise our child; I know you will make a wonderful father. I also wanted to remind you that she is the first of her kind, a tribrid. Aryana will inherit my magic as a wand wielder and my werewolf gene. She will also be part vampire. Please, Elijah, love and protect our baby as I know you can.
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The Tribrid's Wolf
أدب الهواةElijah Mikaelson had lived for a thousand years, he had experienced everything that the world had to offer, but the one thing he wanted more than anything was to settle down to become a father. But he knew that was impossible until Elijah met a Russ...
