KLAYLEY SHORT STORIES.

THE EROTICA HERB

CHAPTER 1.

3 MONTHS AFTER HOPE WAS GIVEN TO REBEKAH.

Hayley had spent a great deal of time in her room after giving Hope away. Elijah and Klaus never left the compound either, the downstairs lights were never turned on and the compound held the gloomy, darkness that was mourning. Klaus had said they needed to sell their mourning to the inhabitants of New Orleans, turns out there was no acting needed. Hayley and Klaus were grief stricken, Hayley could barely lift her head from her pillow some days and she had never known Klaus so be so silent and quiet. Elijah seemed to be the only one who functioned normally and Hayley found his nobleness, patience and kindness irritating, it felt condescending to her, he couldn't understand how it felt to not have your Child with you and when he came to her room to ask how she was feeling each day she had begun to resent and dislike him intensely and wished he would leave her the hell alone.

Hayley was never good at expressing herself without needing to get angry to do it, to remain calm and keep a mild even toned voice made her feel vulnerable, so instead she pretended she was fine until she exploded and today was that day. Her need for Hope overwhelmed her, to hold, kiss, smell her in, to look at her, all day if she wanted to and do all the things a Mother should do for her baby girl was denied to her. Making the decision to send her away at the time seemed the safest option, but now she wished she had gone with Hope to Rebekah's because her, Klaus and Elijah certainly were not killing those responsible for the mayhem around Hope's birth, just those witches on the day Hope was born had been killed and none since, she was angry, frustrated, sad and her rage had become blinding.

"Hayley," Elijah said walking into her room, that was another thing that had started to annoy her he just waltzed into her room without permission, "How are you feeling today?" Elijah hesitantly asked, feeling her fury.

"The same as I have felt everyday, sad, missing my Daughter, angry at our lack in avenging her and making the City safe and it doesn't help you checking on me like I am a broken helpless little girl. I'm a hybrid now, I know I need blood to survive, I drink blood like a good little girl, what I feel and is in my head are for me to deal with Elijah, not you, you cant help me, you are not what I need, how I felt about you before I had Hope is gone, now you annoy me, I want you to leave me alone and DO NOT ENTER MY ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION AGAIN," She yelled at him.

"Hayley your grieving I understand but I can help..." Hayley sighed knowing Elijah would not leave until she had explained herself fully. 

"I don't want your help, if I did I would ask, stop treating me as though I am an empty headed china doll. I have survived on my own since I was Thirteen. I led Thirteen hybrids to their deaths," She said looking at him her eyes blazing, "Delivered them into Klaus's hands so I could do a deal with Klaus, this image you have of me is unclear and of your own making Elijah, what you see is not the truth, I appreciate you looking after and protecting me during my pregnancy, I am grateful to you, but I do not want your protection now, it is not your job. Klaus is the Father of my Child not you, If I need protecting it is his job to do for the sake of our Daughter just as I would protect him for Hope," And she watched Elijah frown, "You cannot understand our dynamic, we are wolves Elijah, Klaus Hope and I, the Three of us are bonded it a way that can never be severed." She finished bluntly turning her head from him, and Elijah didn't know what to say, so he left her room.

Klaus of course heard every word spoken and stood outside his art room knowing his Brother would make his way here.

"Elijah, I would like to speak to you," Klaus said the moment he saw Elijah enter the hallway that led to Klaus's rooms and Elijah followed him into the art room, seeing his Brother drinking, that was all Niklaus seemed to do these days drink and paint.