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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.。o○o。.★.。o○o。.
Elijah had left. Or, at least, that was what Klaus claimed. Elizabeth suspected he'd had something to do with it, but she didn't care enough to ask. Sure, the noble Original was charming and kind, but he was also a thousand years old. She figured he could handle himself.
Hayley, on the other hand, was livid. The girl had been sulking for days, ranting about broken promises and how vampires couldn't be trusted. She'd locked herself in her room with Elijah's journals, reading them like some heartbroken teenager. Pathetic, really.
Elizabeth wasn't worried. If Elijah returned playing matchmaker wouldn't be hard. Hayley was already obsessed with him.
Klaus, meanwhile, was in fine form: scowling, brooding, and trading barbed words with her like it was his full-time job. And she loved it. Bickering with him had become her new favorite hobby. He was clearly trying not to rip her head off, and honestly, she found that restraint kind of adorable.
She was pretty sure she was growing on him. Who wouldn't like her? She was extremely likable. Besides, he couldn't kill her. Not when she was carrying his precious demon spawn.
It was morning, and Elizabeth was singing—well, screaming—along to the radio while trying (and failing) to make pancakes.
"Must you make such a racket?" Klaus muttered, walking into the kitchen like it personally offended him.
Elizabeth grinned. "Must be exhausting having supernatural hearing. You poor thing." She cranked the volume higher, just to annoy him.
"I made pancakes," she said sweetly, sliding a plate toward him. "Go on, try them. And then tell me how amazing they are. I didn't poison them, promise. Not that it would work anyway."
Klaus eyed the plate suspiciously. With a sigh, he took a bite—only to immediately spit it out.
"Bloody hell."
Elizabeth blinked. "That bad?"
"It's horrendous," he said with the kind of honesty only Klaus Mikaelson could deliver.
She winced. "Yeah, I figured. I'm banned from most kitchens. Started a fire once when I was a kid. Total accident... but I almost died."
"A shame you didn't," Klaus muttered, gesturing to her stomach. "Would've spared me this."
"Oh, Nik," she said with faux innocence. "Takes two to tango. And you seemed very into it that night. Don't act like you didn't love it."
She leaned in, her tank top dipping low, shorts barely decent. His eyes flicked down. Busted.
Klaus narrowed his gaze, suspicious. What game was she playing now?
Elizabeth smirked. Still got it. "So... when's Elijah coming back? I miss him."
