Being the last witch of her kind, Lena Ricci has been protected by Rebekah Mikaelson her whole life.
And then one day, as the two are having the time of their lives in Paris, they catch wind of the news. Rebekah's half brother has knocked up some w...
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REBEKAH rolled the car to a stop in front of one of the biggest houses Lena had ever seen in her life. She gaped at it, eyes wide. It was pure white, with four columns holding it up at the front. The stairs leading up to the house were stone and there was the perfect space for a porch swing, but there was no porch swing.
Lena had always wanted a porch swing.
Rebekah let out a little laugh and leaned over to wipe the blood from her best friend's cheek left over from when they had fought six vampires in some stupid bar because they thought they deserved to ogle at the two women.
"I better phone my stupid brother," Rebekah said, before pulling her phone out of her pocket and calling her older brother. It rang five times before the voicemail beep sounded. "Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city then well done!" Rebekah snapped into the phone, slamming shut her car door.
Lena followed Rebekah's actions, opting instead to close the passenger door a little gentler so as not to ruin the very nice car that Rebekah had picked - stolen - the minute they touched down in America.
"I'm here and I'm worried and I have Lena. Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door!"
Lena had to jog to catch up to Rebekah's long strides. Her best friend was angry. Angry that she was back in New Orleans, angry at Klaus for getting himself stuck in such a predicament, angry at Elijah for not picking up his phone, and angry at some guy named Marcel for god-knows-what reason.
"Who the hell are you?" asked the girl on the stairs as soon as Lena let the oak door swing shut behind her. She and Rebekah spun around to face the brunette coming down the stairs, fire poker in hand.
"Ah, you must be the maid," sighed out Rebekah, dropping her keys onto the small wooden table beside the door. "Our bags are in the car, get them, will you?"
Lena rolled her eyes at her best friend. "I don't think she's the maid, Bex."
"Right," Rebekah squeezed her eyes shut for a second to remember what Elijah had told her, "you're that werewolf girl my brother Klaus knocked up." They both watched as Hayley reached the bottom of the stairs, crossing her arms over her chest and looking less than happy to have intruders. She also did not look at all pregnant.
"I was expecting some kind of supernatural miracle baby bump, guess you're not showing yet," Rebekah sighed out, causing Lena to smile to herself. She couldn't help but look around the gorgeous house.
There was a lot of magic in New Orleans.
"It's Hayley, right?" asked Lena.
"You have your brother's manners," Hayley snarked to Rebekah, almost completely ignoring Lena, who's face fell slightly. Rebekah noticed this, and narrowed her eyes dangerously at the pregnant werewolf standing in front of them.
