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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Klaus had been in a surprisingly good mood since their return from mystic falls. Everything in his little kingdom was running smoothly—for once. The babies were healthy, squirming and kicking constantly, which made Elizabeth hiccup at the most inconvenient times. Her feet were swollen, her back ached, and she needed to pee every five minutes. Her boobs were sore too, but all things considered, life was relatively peaceful.
She hadn't been kidnapped recently, no enemies were actively trying to kill her, and that alone was a miracle. The relief from constant danger helped ease her stress. Still, her temper was short—very short. She'd accidentally set a few things on fire, maybe thrown a vase or two. Vampires in the compound had quickly learned to avoid the pregnant witch. They'd scatter like frightened cats the moment they saw her coming, which honestly amused her far more than it should.
Klaus, of course, hovered like an anxious first-time dad. He wouldn't let her lift a finger. And even though Elizabeth knew he had a hellish temper on a good day—classic werewolf side—he worked hard to be patient with her. Especially during her hormonal meltdowns, which could range from sobbing over the wrong takeout order to throwing a book at his head for breathing too loudly.
Pregnancy was torture—on both of them—but despite everything, she loved her little devils already.
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"Ah! Someone will pay for this!" Klaus's voice rang through the courtyard, sharp with fury. Elizabeth, curious, waddled over to find Klaus, Elijah, and Diego standing around a dead vampire.
Elijah's tone was unusually grim. "Remarkably, I don't disagree. Though I do wonder where they learned such dark magic."
As Elizabeth approached, everyone turned to her. It wasn't just a dead vampire. It was a sacrifice. A ritualistic one. Her stomach twisted as she recognized the sigil marked on the victim's forehead—one she'd seen in a particularly cursed grimoire. A wave of foul energy clung to the body like smoke, thick and bitter.
Klaus and Elijah both turned to her with concern as she stared silently at the body.
"Elizabeth? Are you all right?" Elijah asked gently, noting her blank expression.
She blinked, snapping out of it, and offered a forced smile. "Whoa. I knew you vampires were kinky, but this is a bit much, even for me."
Klaus scowled. "This isn't some fetish, love. We're under attack."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "I know, I just wanted to cut the tension. This is bad." She pointed to the mark. "That's dark sacrificial magic—I can feel it. It's disgusting. I hate being near it." She shivered and rubbed her arms. "And that symbol? I've seen it before in one of my grimoires."
