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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They were holed up in a charming but slightly rundown safehouse in Arkansas, per Klaus's instructions after the call. It wasn't much, but it was secure and quiet, tucked far enough into the woods that even the birds seemed unsure whether to settle. After Elizabeth had snapped Elijah's neck—which she still felt giddy about—they'd loaded him into the car. Or rather, Elizabeth had. Rebekah, now fully human, wasn't much help beyond moral support. Still, Elizabeth remained committed to teaching her magic. She had potential, even if she currently couldn't light a candle without setting off the fire alarm.
Klaus had texted hours ago saying he and Hayley were en route. Elizabeth tried not to vibrate with anticipation. As much as she adored her girls and was warming rapidly to Rebekah—whom she'd grown surprisingly close to—she missed Klaus. And Hayley. The family she'd chosen. Or stumbled into. Same difference.
Inside, Rebekah was tying a festive wreath to the front door, a strange touch of normalcy in their very abnormal lives. When she returned, Elijah was awake, leaning against the fireplace, silent and brooding. Elizabeth was curled on the couch, holding a magazine she wasn't reading, eyes flicking up every few seconds to glance at him.
"Well, isn't this place rather nice!" Rebekah said brightly, trying to inject some warmth into the room. She held up a dusty bottle. "Nik must've compelled a wine connoisseur because I found a 2005 Bordeaux in the cabinet! Fancy a sip?"
Elijah didn't even look at her. "I appreciate the sentiment, Rebekah. But I do recognize when I'm being handled with kid gloves."
Rebekah's smile faltered. She set the bottle down gently. "How are you feeling?"
He turned to her slowly. "Patronized."
Their eyes dropped to the twins, nestled in a playpen near the couch, cooing softly. The gentle sounds were at odds with the tension radiating through the room.
"I'm here to protect you," Elijah added, almost to himself.
"I know you mean to, Elijah—" Rebekah started, but he cut her off sharply.
"And yet," he said, glancing between her and Elizabeth, "you find it necessary to treat me like I'm unstable."
He turned fully to Elizabeth. "And yes, I've noticed your staring. Might I add, not discreet in the slightest."
Elizabeth lowered the magazine with a small smirk. "Come on, dude. We're just worried. And maybe a little mad. You didn't even share your murder buffet. Not very noble of you."
Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Ah, of course. What's more concerning than the massacre is my lack of manners."
"Well, duh," Elizabeth said, crossing one leg over the other. "But seriously—you can talk to me, Elijah. You're clearly dealing with PTSD or something like it. Talking helps. Burying that crap? Not so much."
