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 cross-legged on the couch, happily munching on the beignets Klaus had brought her. He knew she'd been craving them lately—though he'd never admit he remembered that kind of thing.
She was in the living room with Klaus and Rebekah, and truth be told, she was a lot less bored now that the blonde Original had shown up.
"I can't believe you disposed of those vampires without me," Rebekah pouted, arms folded dramatically. "You know how much I love setting things on fire."
"Same," Elizabeth sighed, raising a hand and casually conjuring a flame in her palm. "Burning things is my absolute favorite—well, right after stabbing people, of course."
She grinned and pulled out her pocket knife, flipping it playfully between her fingers until Klaus rolled his eyes and snatched it from her.
"I did not give this back to you so you could accidentally stab yourself, sweetheart," he scolded, tucking it into his coat as he turned to Rebekah. "And what was I supposed to do? Leave them rotting in the front yard? They attacked the helpless pregnant girl carrying my child."
"Hey!" Elizabeth snapped, affronted. "I'm not helpless! I killed two of them!"
No one reacted.
Her eye twitched. "Seriously? Nothing?"
"Oh, I'm so moved by your sudden devotion to the little siphon carrying your hybrid bun in the oven," Rebekah said flatly, lips curled into a smirk.
Just then, Hayley walked in. "I'd like to know what the plan is."
Klaus turned to her with a familiar smirk. "That depends, love. My plan for global domination, or Rebekah's lifelong dream of finding love in a cruel, cruel world?"
Rebekah, with perfect timing, grabbed a paintbrush from the table and hurled it at him. Klaus caught it easily, not even looking.
Elizabeth snorted and picked up the nearest book. She launched it. This time, Klaus was too busy gloating to react—and it smacked him square in the back of the head.
Rebekah burst into laughter. Hayley just sighed.
Klaus spun around, eyebrows furrowed. Elizabeth thought he looked especially cute when he was confused. Like a very dangerous, very ancient golden retriever.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" he demanded.
Elizabeth blinked innocently. "What? I thought that was the game. Throw things at Klaus. Should I have used my knife instead?" She paused, then turned to Hayley. "Why didn't you throw something at Niky?"
"Maybe because I didn't want to end up as his midnight snack, Lizzie," Hayley muttered.
Elizabeth scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. He wouldn't. That would make me sad, and sadness is bad for the baby. Anyway, I assume Wolfy here is talking about saving her bro in a suit—her little crush."
