abominations.

human.

ABOMINATIONS

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Rebekah had called Elizabeth to siphon the boundary spell on the cemetery—but thanks to Hayley being kidnapped, that plan went up in smoke. Literally. They'd ended up trapped there the entire day.

On the plus side, they convinced Klaus not to kill Rebekah.
On the downside, he daggered Elijah and missed Rebekah's heart with a stake by inches. So, you know. Typical Mikaelson family reunion.

All things considered, Elizabeth figured it could've gone worse.

Klaus had begrudgingly granted Rebekah her freedom, and she was leaving New Orleans. Hayley was safe—fuming over the kidnapping, but alive and snarky as ever.

That night, Elizabeth was in her room flipping through an old grimoire when Rebekah walked in.

"Well," Elizabeth said, smirking as she stood, hands on her hips, "looks like my charms still work. You're alive, and your psychotic brother is still completely wrapped around my finger. Honestly, I'm kind of amazing."

Rebekah gave a breathy laugh. "You knew I'd survive?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "You always do, Blondie."

Rebekah's smile softened. "I came to say goodbye, Lizzie."

Elizabeth sighed, gently closing her book. "I know. I'm going to miss you. And I like you. That's rare. You're on my very exclusive list—only seven people total. Feel honored."

Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "Only seven? Who are the others?"

Elizabeth ticked them off on her fingers. "Kai—my lunatic brother. Klaus—my lunatic baby daddy. Elijah, but only when he rips hearts out or makes dry jokes. Hayley, my bestie. Lucy Bennett—she set me free. The twins, even though they're not born yet. And you—my real-life Pamela Anderson. The hottest Original."

Rebekah laughed, rolling her eyes. "Flatterer."

"Always," Elizabeth grinned. But Rebekah's smile faded, her voice lowering.

"Listen...about Nik. He is a monster. Don't forget that. But he also wants more. He just doesn't know how to ask for it. I think your babies might be the only thing that could actually change him. But you need to be careful. Those children will inherit all his enemies."

Elizabeth's voice dropped. "I'm a monster too, Rebekah. But I'm not afraid of him. And you're always welcome back—any time. I'm excellent at keeping secrets from your brother, trust me. Besides, he'll miss you too much to stop you."

"If I can't come back..." Rebekah's voice wavered. "Tell the little one about me. Let them know crazy Auntie Beks loved them. Even from afar."

Elizabeth smiled, eyes soft. "Done. We'll astral-project—way cooler than phone calls." She paused, then lit up. "Oh! Before you go, I've got something for you."

She reached under the bed and pulled out a small box. Rebekah opened it, blinking at the contents: a folded spell, a strange metallic object, and a vial of blood.

"What is this? A spell I can't read...some weird metal thing...blood?"

"That 'weird metal thing' is an Ascendant," Elizabeth said, casually smug.

Rebekah looked up sharply. "You're giving me the Ascendant? The key to your prison world? Are you insane?"

Elizabeth grinned. "Possibly. But hear me out. The prison world—it's frozen in time, right? Everything's just as it was the day it was created. Which means...maybe something's still there. Something you've wanted for centuries."

Rebekah stared. "The Cure. You think the Cure might be there."

Elizabeth gave a nonchalant shrug. "Can't be sure. But it's worth checking. I grabbed some Bennett blood when I was in Mystic Falls, so you only need a witch to do the spell. Offer her grimoires, crystals, witchy spa days—whatever. Just don't get stuck. And if I die? That world vanishes. So...maybe don't take too long."

Rebekah was speechless, tears forming in her eyes. "I could be human again," she whispered. "Lizzie...you're the best thing that ever happened to this family."

"Obviously," Elizabeth said, smirking. "But seriously—destroy the Ascendant when you're done. I should've burned it the second I got out. But... I don't know. It was home for sixteen years."

"I will," Rebekah promised, closing the box carefully. "Thank you."

⸻

Later that night, Elizabeth found Klaus in an upstairs room, staring at a small wooden knight in his palm.

"Did you make that?" she asked.

He set it gently back in a box. "For Rebekah. She was terrified of storms when we were children. I carved it to make her feel safe."

Elizabeth's heart clenched. "Aww. Little Nik with a whittling knife. Who knew these hands could do more than kill people and break my furniture?"

He gave her a tired smile.

"You paint. You carve. Meanwhile, I murder people and occasionally look hot doing it. I wish I could paint like you."

"I could teach you," Klaus offered. "I'm no Picasso, but I did compel him once. He owed me a favor."

Elizabeth grinned. "I bet you're very... hands-on."

He chuckled quietly, but didn't quite meet her gaze. "How are... our little wolves?"

Elizabeth tilted her head, sensing guilt. "Still mad at you. OB-GYN says I need less stress, so maybe let's cool it on the dramatic vendettas and yelling matches? Also, congrats—you've been officially voted the unfavorite parent."

Klaus winced. "I never meant to hurt you. Or them."

"I know," Elizabeth said, softer now. "I just want peace for the rest of this pregnancy. No kidnappings. No fire. No body count. Please. I'm never doing this again."

"Understood," Klaus said, almost sheepish.

Elizabeth brightened. "Let's paint together tomorrow. Just us. No Marcel. No witches. No blood feuds. A real date."

Klaus's lips twitched. "I'd like that. Anything for my queen."

He stepped forward, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her—soft and slow, like a promise.

Elizabeth sighed into it, then smirked as he kissed down her neck. "You know... you could paint me. Naked. Just make me look like a goddess."

Klaus laughed against her skin. "I don't know if I could do you justice, my little siphoner."

"You better try," she warned playfully. "I'm very pregnant and very hormonal. Compliments are not optional."

"Yes, ma'am," Klaus whispered, and kissed her again.