Falling ::Klaus Mikaelson::

18-Moon Over Bourbon Street

"Hey, are you ok?" Hayley asks, peeking her head into the guest room i have been residing in for nearly a month in werewolf country. I smile and nod, shifting to the edge of the bed and hopping off. "Sky, I know you. I can tell something is bugging you." She frowns, sitting beside me.

"I just, I wanna go home for a while, ya know? I miss my friends, that town, and all of my old memories. I want to go back, but god forbid I leave New Orleans without Klaus loosing his shit." I groan angrily at the thought of him.

You see, we've not even had a fight, but I still am mad at him due to the fact that he had that Genevieve bitch in his bed every goddamn night; and I don't even know why. Therefore, I've been living in a cabin with the wolves for the past month, and I don't regret this decision at all.

"I get it, I really do. But i have to go scream at Elijah for not adding the wolves into his new peace treaty agreement." She growls, standing up.

"Alright, I have to go talk to Klaus anyway." I huff, standing with her and placing my hand on my ever growing baby bump.

"You really wanna talk to him?" Hayley asks. "I have to, if I don't, then this entire thing is just a waste of time." I run a hand through my hair. "I know what's gonna happen." She smirks. "Nothing, I'm only gonna say my peace." I shrug. "Sky, we both know your feelings for him. If you go there, he's gonna pull you back in." She chuckles. "No! I am not attracted to him, I just simply tolerate him as a person. Friend of sorts." I deny.

"Yeah, and I'm not a wolf." She scoffs. I give her a pointed look and she chuckles, walking out the door. "Cya later." She waves. 

"Bye." I call out before walking out and to my car, Well, the car Elijah compelled for me; Bless his soul.

I get in and start up the engine, absolutely dreading the thought of going to see Klaus.

I pull out and travel down the dirt road, looking at the beautiful trees swaying in the breeze. I wonder if this will always be my life, after the baby.

I've always wanted to be a mother, but not like this. I wanted to be married, I wanted a husband, have a house of my own, and even a collie. But clearly, I have none of that.

It's not only that I am unhappy, its that I want something that I can never have, and I cant bring myself to admit it to anyone, not even myself.

After about fifteen minutes, I end up parked outside of the compound. I take a deep breath, and I get out of the car, prepping myself for whats about to happen.

I walk inside and find the front room empty. I sigh and walk up the stairs, looking around to see that it hasn't changed a bit.

I turn and walk toward Klaus' room, where I find Genevieve in only her bra and underwear. "Umm, putting on some clothes would be nice." I groan. Her and Klaus look over my way, and I cross my arms over my chest. "10 minutes ago I was fully naked." She smirks. I roll my eyes and laugh ok over to Klaus.

"Listen, can I talk to you... alone?" I ask, my look shooting daggers Genevieve from the corner of my eye. "Of course." He smirks, moving closer to me. I nod and walk out of his room and down the hall toward my old one.

When we reach my old room, I stand against the far wall with my arms crossed over my chest, while Klaus leans in the doorway. "What is it you wanted to talk about?" He asks. "I'm going to Mystic Falls for a few days, I just wanted you to know." I explain, watching the smirk fall off his face.

"You aren't going anywhere out of New Orleans. You're lucky I even let you spend time in the swamp with the dogs." He spats. "May I remind you, I'm one of those 'dogs'. And those 'dogs' are my family. They show me love that I have never really felt before. The least you could to is show me and them a little respect." I growl. "I will show them respect when they earn it. And as for you, if you didn't act recklessly for wanting to leave New Orleans." He paces around.

"You don't care for me, you only want to keep me safe because of the baby. After I have it, I'll be absolutely nothing just like the night I met you." I retort harshly.

Suddenly, he pins me against the wall and his eyes change like a normal vampires'. "You're staying here." He growls. "No." I bark back.

"Don't push me, love." He growls lowly. "You can't control me, Klaus. I'm not your puppet." I push him away and walk away from him.

I feel him harshly grab my wrist and yank me back, causing me to fly back and hit the floor. He stands shocked, while I feel tears well in my eyes, but they never fall.

I stand up, and walk past him, ignoring his calls for me to wait. He's my friend, and I know he said he's never hurt me, but he did...accident or not.

I walk out to my car and get in, slamming the door after me. I lean against the head rest and sigh, wishing I hadn't stormed out.

Suddenly, my phone begins to loudly ring from the pocket of my coat. I pull it out and see Hayley's number across my screen.

"Hello?" I answer. "Hey get dressed in something nice." Hayley states. "Why?" I ask. "Because, were going to a party." She replies. Oh no.

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I walk into the compound with Hayley and the other wolves. We receive dirty looks from the Vampire and Witch factions, which doesn't phase us in the slightest.

"Just relax." Hayley tries to make me feel a bit better, but I can't help but feel uncomfortable with glances falling on me, then on my stomach.

I'm wearing a simple black lace knee-length dress, but you can clearly see my baby bump, and frankly, the stares and glares are making me very uncomfortable. But it's better I keep my mouth shut.

I don't see Klaus, and I feel that it's for the better. I pour myself a loads of water, and just as I'm about to take a drink, Oliver and one of the vampires begin violently shoving each other.

I back away, just as Oliver goes flying into the table. Elijah steps in, holding Oliver on the table, while the vampire leans against the wall.

"This ends now." Elijah growls. "I won't ask again." He warns Oliver as he struggles against Elijah's grip.

"Oh, we'll end it alright." Jackson warns as he holds a steak to Diego's heart.

I step forward, crossing my arms. "What's stopping you? Kill him. Go ahead Elijah, do it. I mean, it's not like he doesn't deserve to die. I mean, it was Oliver that handed Rebekah over to the witches so they could torture her." I pause, looking him coldly in the eyes.

"But then again, wasn't it Diego that led the werewolf massacre last month? And the witches cures the wolves, and the humans sat back and let it all happen. So when you think about it, everyone here deserves to die." I conclude.

"Are you approaching a point?" Elijah asks coldly. "My point, Elijah, is this: if we can't all learn to get along; if families can't create some sort of community then what's the point? Kill each other and get it over with." I look around.

Elijah releases his grip on Oliver, allowing him to stand freely, as Jackson pulls away from Diego.

Finally, I'm able to get one point across. My eyes drift over to meet the amused ones belonging to no other then Klaus, all before I end up walking out and leaving the disastrous party.