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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After Elijah convinced Klaus that the witches had released them, things should have gotten easier. But of course, they didn't.
Elizabeth couldn't leave New Orleans — not because she wanted to stay, but because the witches said so. Hayley wanted to stay too, still searching for answers about her family. So the trio followed Elijah to a grand white house that screamed ancestral guilt and colonial wealth, and Elizabeth already knew what came next.
They were going to lock her up here. Keep her like some glorified baby incubator. She could practically hear Klaus saying, "For your safety, love."
But no. No way in hell.
Elizabeth swore a long time ago that she'd never be a prisoner again. Not for anyone. And this whole pregnancy thing? It was throwing a serious wrench in her rescue plans. Her brother didn't have eight more months to wait.
Sure, maybe she should've thought about whether Klaus wanted the baby. But she didn't. She was selfish. And he didn't exactly look thrilled about impending fatherhood anyway.
Not that he'd have to carry the thing. She would. And if she kept it, she'd be tethered to Klaus and his psychotic family for the rest of her life.
Not that she even knew what she was carrying. Would the baby be a vampire? A siphoner like her? Something new? A were-siphon-hybrid-mutant?
The thought freaked her out.
Hayley yanked a sheet off a crib, coughing as dust clouded the air. Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"You alright?" Elijah asked, already moving toward Hayley with concern.
Elizabeth smirked. Oh, he had it bad.
Maybe she'd set them up. Not like she had anything better to do.
"Just dust. This place is ancient," Hayley muttered.
"Yes, but it should serve our purposes," Elijah said, glancing around. "It's a sanctuary, away from the Quarter."
Then his gaze fell on Elizabeth. "Right now, you're the most important person in this family. You need a home. So tell me — in all this time, has anyone asked how you feel?"
Elizabeth tilted her head. "About being chained to a bunch of manipulative witches, locked in a haunted house, and forced to birth a miracle baby? No. Shocking."
Elijah didn't react. "About being a mother."
"Oh. That," she said dryly. "Not thrilled. My own mum was a disaster. Kept spitting out kids she didn't take care of. Always crying and screaming in that house. She died when I was sixteen — childbirth, naturally. Not that it changed anything. Her food was terrible too. But look at me, turned out just fine."
