How does an 18-year-old, girl, a virgin? Get pregnant with a hybrid baby? Especially, when she and he never met
Hayley Marshall found out she was pregnant two weeks before going to New Orleans. She quickly realized that Klaus Mikaelson was the fathe...
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I wake up in the trunk of an SUV with my wrist bound as it drives down the country roads of Louisiana. I look around desperately trying to figure a way out. I try to kick the window to escape and the driver stops abruptly and checks where I am at. When they open it, I kick and run he tries to grab me but I fight back "Déjame ir, bastardo,"
[Translation: Let me go, bastard]
"Seriously?" The man asked annoyed. "You don't wanna fight me, Genesis You know you can't beat a hybrid," the man says. He uses zip-ties to bind my ankles so I can't run away. "Ahh! Let me go!" I scream at him. "Shut up!" He yells back. He pulls me out of the trunk and throws me over his shoulder.
THE ABATTOIR
THIRD-PERSON POV:
[Elijah and Klaus are sitting in the courtyard. Some of the vampire fighters are milling around the compound]
Elijah: Not the most attractive community, are they?
Klaus: You do realize they can hear you?
Elijah: You do realize I don't care?
[Marcel appears, followed by some vampires, and the witch, Sabine]
MARCEL: You know, Elijah, I liked you better in that box. [He turns to Klaus] But Klaus, my sire, you I owe the world, and I always show respect to my elders. If your special lady friend is missing, you could benefit from the help of a witch. And, since I control all the witches in this town, I'll grant you one little locator spell. Sabine's the best guide in the Quarter. Need to find someone? I guarantee she's your girl.
[Marcel turns to leave them to their business]
Klaus: [confused] Where are you going?
MARCEL: I hate to cut this short, but the sun's coming up soon. My nightwalkers need to get inside, and I have got a city to run. I leave you to track down your lost sheep.
