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 was in Mystic Falls—a town so small it practically smelled like repression and judgment. She had twenty dollars in her pocket and the Ascendant tucked in her jacket. No magic spells. No siphoning back-up. No prison-world immunity. Just plain old reality, where stealing came with consequences and getting caught could mean being dragged back into that living hell by her father.
She still wanted to free Kai. Eventually. But fear sat on her chest like a weight. What if her dad found out? What if he sent her back? She needed a plan—a brilliant, foolproof plan. One that didn't end with her locked in eternal magical time-out again.
But first... she needed a drink.
"I need to get wasted," she muttered, eyeing a dive bar called The Mystic Grill. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the nineties, but it was the only place in this godforsaken town with a neon sign and the promise of alcohol.
Inside, she made a beeline for the bar. Behind it stood a blonde with stupidly blue eyes and a kind face. Definitely not her type—too polite, too clean-cut. He looked like the kind of guy who still called his mother every Sunday. She preferred trouble. With fangs.
"Make me something strong, Blue Eyes," Elizabeth said, leaning over the counter with a smile that drew his attention to her cleavage. Might as well try for a free drink.
The bartender blinked. "I need to see some ID."
Right. She'd left that in the prison world. Not that it would've matched her face anyway.
"I forgot it. Can't you make a tiny little exception?" She batted her lashes like it was a skill.
He sighed. "No, I can't. I have bills to pay, and I like my job."
Elizabeth's jaw tensed. "Ugh, why is nothing ever easy?" she muttered under her breath. "Fine." She narrowed her eyes. "But listen, Blue Eyes—I've had a very shitty couple of days. Actually, make that years. If you don't give me a drink, I swear I'll cut out your spleen and feed it to you. Capiche?" She glanced at his name tag. "Alright, Matt Donovan?"
A guy at the bar next to her laughed. "Need some help, mate? My poor sister would hate to see you get disemboweled."
Elizabeth turned. Her eyes landed on the source of the voice—and oh, finally.
Dirty-blond curls. Sharp cheekbones. That crooked smirk. Eyes like storm clouds over the ocean. And the unmistakable aura of someone not human.
Now this was her type.
The vampire's gaze lingered on her. She welcomed it. She liked attention. It reminded her she existed.
"I've got better liquor back at my place," he said, voice like silk and danger. "Top-shelf. None of this watered-down townie stuff."
