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 was halfway through demolishing a greasy, delicious burger when her peace was rudely interrupted.
Of course it was Agnes. The witch had the uncanny ability to appear whenever Elizabeth was finally enjoying herself. She didn't even look up—she just took another bite and imagined stabbing Agnes with her fork. Repeatedly.
"Elizabeth, it's time for a checkup," Agnes said, tone tight with the usual blend of fake concern and sanctimonious judgment.
"She already told you, she feels great," Hayley snapped, defensive. "She's eating. That's a good sign, right?"
"I said I feel fine." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "That should be enough."
"You're overdue," Agnes pressed, voice annoyingly calm. "It's not just about how you feel—"
"Nope," Elizabeth interrupted, channeling pure toddler energy. "Nope. Not going. I hate doctors. I hate clinics. I hate needles. I'm not going."
"A lot of women would kill to have a child," Rebekah chimed in quietly, her expression unreadable. "It strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours."
Elizabeth flinched. That one landed.
"Oh, here we go," she said, suddenly bristling. "Yes, Bex, I know all about your baby fever. But unless someone sticks a miracle fetus inside you or invents a cure for vampirism—which, spoiler alert, doesn't exist—you won't understand what this is like." She waved a fry for emphasis. "It's awful, by the way."
She realized too late that she'd gone too far.
Rebekah's face fell. Not with anger, but that quiet, heartbreaking kind of hurt that made Elizabeth instantly feel like the world's biggest bitch.
Elizabeth sighed, pushing her tray away. "Sorry, blondie. That was mean. The hormones are turning me into a she-demon. I didn't mean it."
"There was a cure," Rebekah said after a pause, voice low. "But only one. And I wasn't the one who got it."
That made Elizabeth sit up straighter. "Wait—hold up. You're telling me there's actually a cure for vampirism? Like...a real one? Where? Who got it?"
Rebekah shrugged. "It was buried with Silas. The doppelgänger bitch got it."
"Oof. Okay. Sensitive topic. Got it," Elizabeth muttered, awkwardly chewing her lip.
Agnes, predictably, chose that moment to cut back in like a fly that wouldn't die. "I know a doctor. In the Bayou. Private. Discreet. Off the beaten path. I already scheduled it—tonight. Just us."
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. "You made an appointment for me? Without asking?"
"It's for the safety of your children," Agnes said simply.
