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 sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through her phone while picking at her food. She'd made a Twitter account out of boredom and was now deep in a rabbit hole of idiocy.
"People really post this kind of stuff publicly?" she muttered, stifling a laugh. "Wow."
At least it was entertaining. Anything to distract her from the oppressive silence of the house.
She heard the front door open, followed by Hayley's voice—and someone else's. A stranger. Finally, a distraction. Maybe this day wouldn't be a total snoozefest. She was going stir-crazy in here. Trapped. Just like the prison world all over again.
Klaus had been practically nonexistent. The house staff—or whatever those mind-controlled Barbie dolls were—didn't answer her questions. She could've gotten more emotion from a brick wall.
Hayley was cool and all, but being locked up with only her was... suffocating. Elizabeth wanted noise, chaos, people. Instead, she was stuck, pregnant, and deeply unsure of what kind of mother she could ever be.
Hell, maybe she shouldn't be one at all.
She didn't care about people. She wasn't nurturing. She was selfish and sarcastic and a borderline menace. What kind of life could a baby possibly have with her? Klaus didn't seem to want the kid either. Maybe the universe was sending her a message.
She was pulled from her spiral by a familiar sharp-tongued voice floating in from the hall:
"Right. You're that witch my brother knocked up. I expected some kind of miracle bump. Guess you're not showing yet. Elizabeth, right?"
Elizabeth smirked to herself. She knew that voice. The blonde bitchy one. Klaus's sister.
"Actually," she called, rising from her seat, "I'm the guilty one. That's my werewolf bestie you're talking about. I'm not a witch—I'm a siphon. Very rare, very cool. You're welcome."
Rebekah stopped in her tracks, eyes narrowing. "You! I remember you."
Elizabeth grinned. "You must be Monica, the original sister. I always thought Elijah got all the looks and charm, but wow—turns out I was wrong. You're like, Pamela Anderson in Baywatch. Y'know—lifeguards, slow-mo running, hotness level: elite."
Rebekah blinked, thrown off. "I don't know what that means. Perks of being daggered for centuries. And it's Rebekah, not Monica."
Elizabeth nodded solemnly. "That's what I said."
Rebekah scoffed. "You slept with Nik and now you're eyeing the rest of us? What are you, some kind of Original groupie?"
Elizabeth just laughed, entirely unbothered. "I like her," she muttered under her breath, clearly amused.
