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 wasn't answering any of Hayley's calls. Worse, the last thing she'd said before hanging up had been strange—off, somehow. Combined with the threats they'd all been facing, especially toward Elizabeth and the babies, Hayley's worry quickly turned into panic.
She called Elijah, alarm rising in her voice, and asked him to check Elizabeth's room.
"She's not here," he told her a moment later.
Hayley didn't hesitate. She ran to the compound.
But whoever had taken Elizabeth had masked their scent completely. No trace. Nothing. A new threat, Hayley thought grimly. Just great.
Then Klaus arrived—and stopped dead in his tracks.
There was blood on the floor.
Elizabeth's blood.
The scent was unmistakable, and it sent Klaus into a silent, burning rage.
"She must've been knocked out," Elijah said, scanning the room. "A head wound, from the blood pattern. Hopefully nothing worse."
Hopefully. But Hayley could already feel her stomach twist. What if it was worse? What if she lost the babies? What if she died?
"When I find whoever did this," Klaus growled, pacing furiously, "they will suffer a fate worse than death. I'll bathe in their blood, tear apart every person they ever cared about—"
"Enough with the evil monologue!" Hayley snapped. "This isn't helping—we need to focus on finding her!"
"Niklaus," Elijah said calmly but firmly, stepping between them. "Davina is on her way. She'll do a locator spell. We will find Elizabeth—unharmed. I promise."
Hayley crossed her arms tightly across her chest, voice sharp. "The first night she comes back, and she's already taken. This is your fault. She was safer in the bayou."
Klaus let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, safer? Right, after nearly dying in those bombings?"
"Niklaus," Elijah warned again, his tone harsher now.
"She started it! I was defending myself," Klaus snapped, glaring at Hayley.
The tension crackled—until Davina appeared in the doorway, awkward and wide-eyed, holding a rolled map in her hands.
"Hi," she said, her voice clipped. "I'm doing this for Lizzie. Not for you." Her glare at Klaus was full of teenage fury.
"Just do the bloody spell," Klaus muttered. "You can throw your insults later—after we've found her."
Davina rolled her eyes. "I need something of hers," she said, laying the map flat on the table.
Klaus, impatient, bit into his wrist and let his blood drip onto the map.
