The Unknown Twins

3

Klaus P.O.V

When we arrive back to the school, we head straight to Hope's room. "What are you guys doing back?" She ask. "I know this is asking a lot but I need you to break into Margaret's room and steel her mom's journals. We think the twins are your siblings," I tell her, causing her to look at us shocked.

"But how come you never knew?" She ask. "If what I'm saying is right, her mom never told me. Why, I don't know," I tell her. "Even if I wanted to, Margaret put a protection spell over her door after someone went into her room and stole her laptop last year," Hope tells me.

Sighing, I sit down at her desk. "Do you know any siphoners?" I ask. "Actually, yeah. I'll ask them," she tells me. But, I'll need someone to help put the spell back up. She created the spell herself so I won't be able to find it in any grimoires," she says. 

"If you get in trouble, I'll explain things myself. I promise," I tell her. "Ok dad," she sighs, planning a kiss to my cheek and walking out.

And hour later, Hope returns. "Sorry, she placed a invisibility spell on them," she says. "She has a lot of security," Hayley says. Hope nods. "Margaret cares about privacy more than anything," Hope says. Hayley and I slip through the different journals. We eventually find the one before the incident. How sick her thoughts were when she wanted to absorb their magic. The hatred and envy she grew to have for her own kids. We finally find the one she used when we were together.

Dear diary.
The impossible has just happened. I'm pregnant with Klaus's twins. I want to tell him, I do but the Mikealson world is too dangerous for children. I'll have to raise them myself. The twins are not like most. They're tribrids. Witches, werewolves and vampires. How am I to do this. 2/3 of their power come from their father.

I stare at the journal dazed as Hayley smiles.  "Congratulations," she tells me. "I have sibling," Hope mumbles. Before anything else can happen, Hope's phone rings. "It's Lizzie," she says. Hayley and I tune into the conversation. "Margaret found out we siphoned her spell and she's pissed. Bring back those books before she kicks our asses in the auditorium," she says urgently, hanging up.

The three of us rush to the auditorium to see a pissed Margaret and Caroline's kids. "Where's my stuff," she seethes. "Right here!" Hope shouts. Margaret spins around at the two of us. "What the hell is going on here. Why do you even want her journals?" She snaps. Using her magic to snatch them from Hope and into her own arms. "This is a private matter. Can we talk love?" I ask. "Great, your creepy ass parents have something to do with this," she scoffs.

"Look, whatever you have to say isn't important enough to me to want to go anywhere with you alone. Now, tell me what the hell did you want with my mom's journals?" I ask. "I needed to look through them. To find out the truth. But listen to me. Let's just do this on private," I try to convince her.

Even so, she stands her ground and crosses her arms in defiance. I guess that's something she got from both me and her mother. Her stubbornness would drive Elijah insane.

I'm about to tell her when the auditorium door slams open. Some boy flies into the auditorium and rolls around the stage unconscious. Standing outside is a pissed off looking Daniel with his hand up. "What the hell Danny?" Margaret shouts, checking on the guy.

"The guy was being a prick," he grumbles. Ok, so he definitely has my temper. Noticing everyone gathered around, he looks at us confused. "What's happening here?" He ask.

"Nothing, let's go," Margaret scoffs. She grabs Daniel by the arm and the two exit the room. "That could have gone better," I sigh. "Definitely," Hope adds on.

"It's going to be a while. When Margaret's mad, she can stay mad for a long time," Hope sighs. "Maybe you should try Daniel first, " Hayley suggest. "Usually Margaret's the calm one until she's mad but, you can try. His room is 346," Hope says. "Nodding, I make my way upstairs. I knock on Daniels door. When he doesn't answer, I knock again..I know he's in there because I can hear his heart beat. "What?" He snaps, opening the door.

When he sees it's me his face changes into surprise. "What do you want?" He ask bluntly. "We need to talk," I sigh. "Nodding, he steps aside and lets me into the room. I turn to him nervously. Something I don't get often. "Daniel, I knew your mother," I say, causing a bit of rage to flash in his eyes at her name before swallowing it. "Actually, we were together," I add on.

"And you're telling me this because?" He scoffs. "At the time I didn't know she was pregnant when we broke up," I tell him. A look of realization crosses his face. "Daniel. I'm your father," I tell him.

The room becomes awkwardly silent and neither of us know what to say. "What the fuck?" He mumbles. "That's not possible. My father's dead. He's been dead," he argues back. "I know this is a lot to take in but I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, you can look through your mother's journals. I'm sure Margaret told you I took them," I try to convince him.

"You are insane," he scoffs, waking out of the room, slamming the door. Probably trying to get the journals I spoke about.