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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Elijah and Elizabeth arrived home with her daughter in tow. Relief washed over Elizabeth the moment she saw her other baby unharmed, fast asleep in the nursery beside Klaus and Hayley. Outside, a pyre of vampire corpses burned—remnants of Marcel's fallen army. Francesca's werewolf clan had decimated them. Most of the vampires had died from lethal werewolf bites. It was carnage.
Elizabeth showered off the blood, her skin scrubbed raw in a futile attempt to erase what had happened. She didn't want to leave her daughters, but Klaus had convinced her. She reeked of death—and of Genevieve's blood. That had to go.
Her first shower as a vampire had been... odd. Everything was odd now. She moved too fast, heard things she shouldn't, felt magic pressing against her skin like static. It was overwhelming, but not entirely bad. She could do magic constantly now—without relying on anyone—and that felt incredible.
After cleaning the twins with Hayley's help, they dressed them. Baby Z—the firstborn, slightly bigger—was serene and quiet. Baby K, however, wriggled and wailed and clearly preferred being naked. The sound pierced Elizabeth's ears like needles, amplified by her heightened senses.
"She's going to be a handful," she muttered, cringing as the baby's cries refused to let up.
The others were gathered in her room. Klaus, Elijah, and Hayley sat while Elizabeth stayed in the nursery, rocking both twins in her arms. The nursery was just off her bedroom—she hadn't let them far from her since the birth.
"We should've felt our mother's hand in this," Klaus said darkly. "We should've known death wouldn't stop her. Now she controls the witches. They won't stop—not until they have the babies."
Rage simmered beneath his words. Esther had lied to him his whole life, cursed him, tried to kill him—and now she wanted his daughters dead. Her granddaughters. Because of her, Elizabeth had died. Even though she was undead now, Klaus couldn't unsee the image of her lifeless eyes. That pain had carved itself into him.
"No," Elijah said hoarsely. He didn't want to admit it, but Klaus was right.
"Francesca won't back down either," Klaus continued. "Hayley's wolf royalty. My daughters are part wolf—that makes them a threat to Francesca's claim. And Elizabeth's father... he said he'd come for them. He mistreated her for being a siphoner—he'll do the same to my daughters if he gets the chance."
His voice grew colder.
"He plans to imprison her again—in the prison world. We can't let that happen. They'll never be safe."
Klaus paused.
"What did you say earlier? That I've made enemies every day of my miserable life?" he asked Elijah bitterly. "Well, the worst of them are inside these walls."
