We all know that Hayley keeps magically coming out of terrible situations unhurt. But what if, something so simple as falling down the stairs has almost disastrous consequences?
She woke up after a few hours of restless sleep. Klaus had been in a foul mood, no doubt leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. From his loud argument with Rebekah, Hayley determined that something had got in the way of his grand scheme to become king. She had been ordered to bed a few hours earlier and usually, she would not have complied to Klaus' petty demand, but, she really was feeling awful. The raised voices of the blondest original and her 'baby daddy', along with the sound of vases smashing, indicated that Elijah was not around, he would never have allowed his younger siblings to behave in such manner.
Of course, that was a few hours ago. Since then, Rebekah had stormed out of the house, her final comment being a polite, 'you are the biggest Wanker ever, Nik!', followed by the sound of a door slamming, or being taken off its hinges. Silence had followed for a few more moments, until Hayley heard the sound of crystal being slammed down and alcohol being poured. The sound of pouring alcohol continued and it had almost soothed Hayley to sleep until a loud crash awoke her suddenly. A completely intoxicated Klaus had dropped a bottle of Scotch on his way to passing out in his bedroom. At least, Hayley assumed it was a bedroom, she had never been inside, for all she knew, it could have been a torture chamber.
That had been the first time she had woken, but certainly not the last. Nightmares of events from the last few weeks plagued Hayley's mind as she had drifted in and out of consciousness. Many faces appeared but that of Klaus, his hands gripped around her throat was the most prominent, and she sat up, gasping for breath. She needed water.
Listening for any signs of life in the house, Hayley pulled back the covers and slid out of her bed. She could hear the steady heartbeat of Klaus from down the hallway, a reassuring sign that nothing sinister (except for an all powerful original hybrid) lurked in the house. She opened her door and saw darkness. Her werewolf abilities, such as night vision, had seriously been compromised since she became pregnant, but she could see just enough to locate the staircase.
She took her first step onto the staircase and slowly began to walk down. That was until she was about half the way down. Klaus had clearly forgotten to clean up his mess from earlier. Usually, her werewolf senses would have saved her, but they were dulled by the magical bun she carried, along with the lack of sleep. Hayley felt herself slip, and a gasp escaped her lips. Then she was falling, smacking on every step, hitting her skull hard against the floor when she eventually reached the ground for good measure. To make matters worse, the hallway area had been where Rebekah and Klaus had their heated argument earlier and Hayley almost screamed when a shard of glass cut into her side. Almost screamed, because her voice was trapped, paralysed by fear, fear for her baby. She wanted a glass of water, that's all. But now she lay at the bottom of the staircase, damning klaus and his alcohol to hell. That was until the black curtain of pain that had been swamping her since her head hit the ground closed her eyes and her mind.
Upstairs, Klaus awoke fitfully from his drunken slumber. Something wasn't right. He could usually settle himself back to almost sleep by listening to his child's and Hayley's heartbeat from the next room, but the heartbeats were not there. He listened closer and sighed with relief when the sound of his daughters steady heartbeat met his ears but the relief soon turned to slight panic when Hayley's heartbeat wasn't its usual quick pace. Something was wrong with her and even though he pretended not to care, he did. Speeding from his room and into the hallway to turn on the lights, Klaus began to smell blood. A scent which was usually so appealing to him suddenly made him feel sick to his stomach. Once the lights were on, he began to locate the source of the smell.
He stopped dead at the top of the staircase, looking down and finally seeing the sight that lay before him. Hayley was sprawled across the floor at the foot of the stairs. Klaus felt himself vampire speed down the stairs. He then placed his fingers on Hayley's neck, hoping to feel a strong pulse. Instead he was met by the slow, lingering pulse of the girl who carried his child. He felt her cheek and almost pulled back in shock as to how cold she was, a werewolf should never feel that cold, he thought.
