Alex Frost

Chapter 23

Stiles pov
  I wake up and try to get up, but something is pulling me down. Or someone. That someone is Klaus.
  I nudge him a bit. "Klaus." All I get is a mumble in response. "Klaus," I say louder. "We need to find out who tried to kill Hayley."
  He nuzzles my neck. "Later," he mumbles.
  "No now," I demand.
  He lets go of me and turns on his back. He looks at me after I turn my body towards him. "You're no fun."
  "That's not what you said last night." I smirk at the light pink that covers his cheeks. I get up out of bed and dress myself. I turn to see Klaus still in bed with his arm over his eyes. "Klaus get up or I will pull you out of bed."
  "Noooo!"
  I laugh at his antics. It's funny to see a 1,000 year old acting like a child. I walk to his side of the bed and cross my arms, looking down at him. "Klaus," I scold. He uncovers his eyes and looks at me before her grabs me and pulls me on top of him laughing. We are now chest to chest on the bed, Klaus still having no clothes on. I put my elbows right next to his head. "Klaus. You care about your unborn daughter don't you." He nods. "Then protect her."
  He sighs. "I know, I know. It just feels weird. Caring so much, when I've been so numb."
  My fingers fiddle with the ends of his hair. "Theo had the same struggle. Hell, he still struggles with it but, he has people who will help him through it," I meet his eyes, "just like you do."
  I give him a light kiss and leave the room, telling him to get dressed.
  A couple minutes later Klaus is out of his room and decided to go fetch Sophie Deveraux. Once he leaves I get Rebekah and tell her that Klaus is getting Sophie. Rebekah and I wait in the living room before Klaus speeds in and roughly pushes Sophie in a chair.
Right when they're inside Klaus begins to rant. "We had a deal. You protect my unborn child, I dismantle Marcel's army, and whilst I've been busy fulfilling my part of the bargain, you allowed Hayley to be attacked and almost killed by a gaggle of lunatic witches." He finally sits down next to me.
"I had nothing to do with it, I swear," Sophie defends. "Hayley and I are linked, remember? She dies, I die."
"Then who were they?" I ask.
"They're a faction of extremists," she answers. "Sabine stupidly told them about some vision she had about the baby."
Klaus becomes curious. "What kind of vision?"
"She has them all the time. They're totally open to interpretation. I'm guessing she's wrong on this one," Sophie avoids.
Klaus inhales sharply. "Well, how, may I ask, was this particular vision interpreted?"
She hesitates. "Pretty much that Your baby would bring death to all witches."
"Ah, well, I grow fonder of this child by the second," Klaus comments.
Rebekah moves to sit on the couch next to me. Klaus subtly moves me closer to him. "Sophie, look. I promised Elijah that I would protect the Mikaelson miracle baby whilst he tries to win your witch Davina's loyalty. Why don't you tell me just how extreme this faction is?"
Sophie looks distant. "Elijah is talking to Davina?"
"Yeah, as we speak, I imagine," Rebekah answers.
"I'm guessing she'll have plenty to say about that crowd," Sophie admits.
Getting bored of this conversation I say, "Do tell." I see Klaus look at me and smirk in the corner of my eye.
"I wasn't always an advocate for the witches. My sister was devoted like our parents, and our upbringing was very strict, which drove me nuts. The minute I turn 21, I left the quarter to travel... and play, but I wanted to be a chef. So I came back to Rousseau's," she continues, commenting about something called the harvest.
"What the bloody hell is the harvest?" Rebekah questions.
"It's a ritual are coven does every three centuries so that the bond to our ancestral magic is restored. We appease our ancestors. They keep our ancestral power flowing," Sophie answers.
"And why haven't I heard of this?" Klaus asks.
"Because the harvest always seemed like a myth, story passed down through generations like Noah's Ark or the Buddha walking on water, the kind some people take literally and some people don't," she explains. "Four would be chosen for the harvest. They said that it was an honor, that they were special. I thought it was a myth."
  "Was it?" Rebekah asks.
   Just then, Klaus' phone rings. He gets out of his seat to answer it. "Marcel," Klaus starts, "Bit early in the day for you, isn't it?"
  I listen to the other side of the phone. "I know. I make this look easy, but I still have an empire to run."
  "Rather you than me," Klaus retorts. "All that responsibility seems like such a bore."
"This might spice things up. I just heard about a bunch of dead witches out in the bayou, the kind of damage a werewolf might do, only there was no full moon. I have an informant out there I need to meet, and I would love for you to go with me."
  "Dead witches in the bayou." Sophie perks up at Klaus' words. "Sounds like less of a problem and more like a cause for celebration."
"Well something killed them and may still be out there, and with your blood the only cure for a werewolf bite, I would love for you to accompany me."
  "Well, why not?" Klaus answers. "I haven't been to the bayou in ages. I'm on my way."
"Peace out, brother."
   Hayley walks in when Sophie begins to speak. "You can't go out there now. I need to gather the witches remains and consecrate them. If I don't get to them before sundown, we lose the link to their magic."
  I sit up. "Those witches tried to kill Hayley."
  "I prefer for Marcel's informant not to find anything that would lead him back to us, to her, or to, you know, that," Klaus continues as he points to Hayley's stomach.
  "You are all class," Hayley complains.
  Klaus begins to walk out. "Stay put and save the rest of your story till I return."
  Before Klaus leaves I stop him. "I'm going to be with my pack for a few days, okay?" He nods. "Good. I'll see you later." I run out. Before I can Klaus grabs me and pulls me into a quick kiss, making sure no one can see. He has a reputation you know.