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 curled against Klaus, her head resting on his shoulder while he read A Poison Tree by William Blake. She was flipping through a grimoire salvaged from the prison world, scanning for anything she could find about the Harvest.
Across from them, Elijah sat in an armchair, absorbed in one of their mother's grimoires.
A dead girl lay sprawled on the coffee table, blood slowly seeping into the wood as classical music played softly in the background.
Elizabeth grimaced. She hated classical music.
"And whose lunch is that?" she asked, eyes landing on the corpse. Her lips curled into a grin. "She looks yummy," the siphon teased.
"This is a..." Elijah paused thoughtfully. "Peace offering," he finally said, turning a page.
"I figured after all that time desiccating in a coffin, my big brother might be a little peckish," Klaus added with a smirk.
"That's very sweet!" Elizabeth chirped, clearly impressed. Gifting people something to eat must be the vampire version of a love language—and the girl did look delicious.
Elijah, however, looked thoroughly unimpressed. "I explained to Niklaus that forgiveness cannot be bought. I would prefer to see a change in behavior—some indication of personal growth." He gestured to the corpse. "Not this nonsense."
Klaus rolled his eyes. "Well, I couldn't very well let her go to waste, could I?"
Elizabeth nodded solemnly in agreement.
Just then, Rebekah swept into the room, arching a brow at the sight of Elizabeth practically snuggling Klaus—and worse, Klaus didn't seem to mind.
"This is what we're doing? First time the family's back together and it's... vampire-siphon book club?"
"Reading edifies the mind, sister," Klaus said dryly. "Isn't that right, Elijah?"
"Quite right, Niklaus."
Rebekah frowned at the spreading bloodstain. "Well, I suppose I'll fetch the rubbish bin, since she's bleeding out on a two-hundred-year-old carpet."
Elijah looked up at the growing puddle with mild concern. "Ah. Yes."
"Or just chuck it out," Elizabeth shrugged. "It's just a carpet."
Three Original siblings turned to her in simultaneous horror.
"Darling," Klaus began, scandalized, "one does not just throw away a hundred-years old rug like common trash. It's an antique."
Their shared outrage was cut short by Hayley opening the fridge. She sighed loudly. "Okay, I know I'm the only one in this house who drinks milk—since Lizzie gags at the sight of it—but would it kill someone to put it on the damn grocery list?"
