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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It had been a week since Elizabeth escaped the prison world. A whole week. And she still had no clue how to save Kai.
She'd been holed up in a crappy motel on the edge of town, eating vending machine snacks and scribbling spell formulas that led nowhere. The real world was noisy and overwhelming. After so long in isolation, it felt... suffocating.
Funny how she missed the silence of hell.
On her way to get food, a scream cut through the night—sharp, human. Magic tingled up her spine, stopping her mid-step. She turned toward the alley it came from, eyes narrowing. That wasn't ordinary magic. This was... power.
Opportunity.
Elizabeth crept toward the alley and paused in the shadows. Three men surrounded a woman, laughing, snarling—definitely not human. Vampires. She could feel it in their aura, the familiar, foul blend of old blood and death. But the girl? Different. Not a witch. Something else.
A werewolf?
She had never met one before, not outside a textbook.
Smiling, Elizabeth stepped forward and grabbed the closest vampire, hands glowing as she siphoned. The rush was instant—raw, wild, euphoric. God, she'd missed this. The vampire shriveled into dust as she drank the magic dry, leaving his friends staring in horror.
She grinned. "Not very polite, is it? Attacking a girl three-on-one? Guess someone needs to teach you some manners."
The werewolf seized the distraction and stabbed the second vampire. He dropped like a stone. Elizabeth turned to the last one, who whimpered as she clutched him.
"What—what are you doing to me?" he gasped.
"Siphoning," she said sweetly. "I'm draining the magic out of your body. Slowly. Painfully. And... oh, now you're dead."
He collapsed into dust.
The werewolf took out the final one with brutal efficiency. Elizabeth clapped, amused. "Not bad for a dog."
The woman turned to her, bloodied and wary. "Thanks," she said. "Name's Hayley."
"Elizabeth. Or Liz, if you prefer. So, care to explain why three bloodsuckers were trying to eat you?"
Hayley sighed. "I asked a vampire for help finding my birth parents. She lied. Sent her goons instead. I was desperate."
Elizabeth tilted her head. "Desperation makes people stupid. But lucky for you, I like stupid."
Hayley raised a brow. "What did you do to them?"
"Sucked all the magic out of them. No magic, no life. Vampires are built on spells, same as werewolves. You've got a little buzz of your own, by the way."
