KLAYLEY SHORT STORIES.

I'M SICK.

Ata3311 idea.

CHAPTER ONE.

Hayley walked around the Plantation House trailing her fingers along the furniture bored out of her mind and sick of feeling sick everyday, so sick, she had noticed it was at different times, morning or night it had her in the toilet throwing up, sometimes leaving her feeling very weak. She hadn't told Klaus, Rebekah or Elijah, she had been stuck in this house for weeks since Elijah had brought her Home from the Crypt and those bloody witches. At least she was no longer linked to Sophie, that was a bonus, she hardly ever saw Klaus. He was too busy trying to take the City from Marcel to care about her or the baby and Elijah was helping him with the takeover of the City. As far as Hayley could tell Rebekah was spying on Marcel but not to take over the City, more like trying to find out who Marcel was sleeping with, Rebekah ranted to her about a blonde barmaid that was an inferior model to herself and Hayley just rolled her eyes at the lot of them. You would never think they were a thousand years old. They were like teenagers, well Elijah was more mature and stuffy he was more like a grandpa, Hayley thought with a snort, 'BANG' she heard the front door, "Hayley love," Rebekah called out.

"Here," Hayley called back.

"I need a dress for tonight, do you want to come? you haven't been out of the House for weeks might do you good, Nik can bugger off, I'll make sure we don't get into any trouble."

"I don't know Rebekah I'm not feeling very well, I wouldn't be fun to be around," Hayley responded with a wry smile

"Why? what's the matter?" Rebekah asked with concern.

"I seem to have morning sickness all hours of the day and sometimes it gets worse than others, there is no rhyme or reason to it just sometimes bam ! I need to rush to the toilet and throw up," Hayley confessed.

"Is it the food you're eating," Rebekah asked, her brow crinkling.

"No," Hayley shook her head, "I pretty much eat the same sorts of foods daily," Hayley commented rubbing her belly which was still tiny.

"How are you feeling now?" Rebekah asked.

"Queasy, sick, but not throw up sick," She disclosed.

"I think the fresh air and activity would do you and the baby some good, come on let's go," Rebekah suggested taking Hayley's arm and pulling her out of the House.

As Rebekah drove into the French Quarter Hayley started to body tremble, then her body started convulsing and Rebekah looked on in horror as Hayley had seizures, her hands balling into tight fists that had her eyes rolling back in her head and clamping and grinding her teeth shut, her body ridgid like a plank of wood and shaking uncontrollably then frothing foam escaped her lips.

"NIK," Rebekah screamed into her phone,"HAYLEY IS SICK COME WE ARE IN THE FRENCH..." And before she could finish Klaus was at Hayley's car door yanking it open his eyes wide and shocked his hands trembling as he touched her shoulder carefully feeling her rigidness and he saw the state of her and the foam on her mouth and by the side of her chin, swiping his thumb across her mouth and chin he wiped the foam off, rubbing his thumb on his jeans, holding Hayley's shoulders to stop her jerking back and forth he snarled at Rebekah.

"Why are you in the City? and what the hell is going on?" He barked, the panic evident in his voice.

"I don't know Nik she was fine, then the next second this," Rebekah cried out.