𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Kai Parker's little sister, Elizabeth after escaping her prison world, sleeps with the only vampire that can procreate, just her luck. Being pregnant with a miracle child, what a joke.
[Klaus Mikaelson]
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Elizabeth had been trapped in this hell for sixteen years.
The siphon. The outcast. The punishment had been designed perfectly, tailored just for her. Loneliness so vast it became a second skin. But she wouldn't let them break her. Not now, not ever.
She wouldn't give them that satisfaction.
Today felt different. For sixteen years, nothing had shifted—not a breeze out of place, not a crack in the illusion. But now something was wrong. Something stirred in the air. It felt like the world itself had twitched beneath her feet.
She stilled, listening.
Was someone here?
No. That couldn't be. No one had ever come. No one ever would. She was alone. Always had been.
Unless...
Maybe Kai had escaped. Maybe he'd come for her.
The thought flickered like a candle in a storm—warm and hopeful—but she shoved it away. Hope was dangerous. Disappointment was worse.
Still, she had to know.
Snatching up her jacket and a few belongings—grimoires, a favorite knife, a stolen necklace—Elizabeth took off through the mansion. It was too big, too silent, but it was hers. She'd claimed it like a queen claiming her throne. Plush beds like clouds, a pool that caught the sun just right—she'd made the best of her captivity. Designer clothes for fun, every alcohol on the planet taste-tested. She had all the time in the world.
And now, maybe, a reason to run.
She followed the strange pull, the hum that danced at the edges of her magic, until it led her out of the prison's shadows and into the center of town. To Mystic Falls.
Mystic Falls. What a stupid name for a town.
She scoffed until she saw the woman—someone real, breathing, moving.
Elizabeth froze.
The first person she'd seen in sixteen years.
The woman turned toward her, smile warm and knowing. Elizabeth grimaced.
Shit. What was she supposed to do? Wave? Say hi? Tackle her?
Elizabeth had never been good at people. Sure, she used to be. She'd been charming, a flirt, a whirlwind of sarcasm and innuendo. But sixteen years alone didn't exactly help your social skills. Her father's final curse wasn't just isolation—it was turning her into someone even more awkward than Kai.
"Finally," the woman said, as if they'd planned to meet. "I was starting to think I'd have to come find you."
