The Little Lockwood

2

EDITED

** Three days later **

Covered in blood, my jeans so destroyed they are basically shorts now, my shirt ripped down the center making my black bra on display. My natural curly hair is a complete mess and full of leaves and more blood. The blood literally covered my chest, my hands, my neck, my face.

I smell of death and forest.

Not human blood though, I completely destroyed an entire herd of buffalo in Oklahoma before coming to New Orleans. 

As I walk barefoot down the empty streets of the famous French Quarter, I feel presences of vampires following me, but I ignore them and continue on my hunt for Niklaus Mikaelson. The original hybrid. The only person who could help me protect the child growing inside of me, the only person who could help me get the hell out of the country.

Klaus and I left on such an awkward note, a kiss and undiscussed feelings, feelings I no longer know if held for him due to being apart for so long. 

But I know Klaus would do almost anything for me, including giving me shelter for a few days and gathering me money and a passport. 

I'm thinking Italy, get the hell out of America. Far away from the cesspool of supernatural. I want to raise this baby properly. And in a normal human environment.

Another wave of pain washes over me.

"I love you, I always have Debria," Brandon says, running a hand down my face and cupping it gently.

I fall to my knees in the middle of the empty street, crying out, a scream escaping my lips, I clutch my chest as my heart seems to shudder in agony.

I sit there in the empty street for a few moments until the pain goes back to being a dull ache in my chest, then I get to my feet, tears running down my cheeks like a river.

Stumbling down the road I turn a corner and run into a solid chest, and due to being so tired and emotionally drained, I didn't even brace myself to hit the ground, I just let myself fall.

But before I could reach the ground, a pair of arms scoops me up bridal style, which surprises me even though I know I ran into someone. 

"How dare you!" I remark, beginning to claw at the man's chest who picked me up.

"Believe me sweetheart, this isn't exactly what I had in mind either," A familiar voice hits my ears and I look up slowly as he starts to walk. 

The rhythm of his foot steps making me sway into a calm frame of mind.

"Klaus...?" I whisper gently, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the warmth I feel from his body carrying mine.

He looks down at me, his blonde curls framing his face, his sea blue eyes holding a smirk, 

"The one and only. What happened to you little wolf?" His expression now genuinely concerned for my well beingas he looks over my current blood stained body and frazzled expression.

"I...just hunted before coming here...I need to get cleaned up...can I stay at your place?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to even talk about what has happened to me just yet.

"Of course, you're always welcome to stay with me," Klaus nods as we keep walking, but I feel him gather me closer to his body. His grip on me is tight, lie he is scared I will disappear if he lets me go.

I slowly let my eyelids fall down, darkness finally enveloping me, sleep taking over after days of staying awake on purpose.