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 hadn't left her bed in days.
She felt hollow, like someone had ripped her heart out and left her bleeding in slow motion. It wasn't just grief—it was betrayal. For years, she'd anchored herself to the belief that she and Kai would reunite, that together they'd burn their coven to the ground. But he'd been dead the entire time.
All her dreams, all her stubborn hope—it had been for nothing.
Clinging to the thought of him was the only thing that kept her from going insane when she realized she couldn't even kill herself in the prison world. And if she hadn't been pregnant right now, she would have. These babies were the only reason she kept breathing. But Kai— Kai was her family. Her only family. And now he was gone.
She had known she depended on him too much. It was toxic. Unhealthy. She didn't care. She needed her brother—especially now, especially with the children. She needed his presence, his laughter, his terrible sense of humor. She needed someone who knew her. But he was gone. Forever. Trapped on the Other Side, unreachable. And there was nothing she could do about it.
A soft knock pulled her from her spiral.
"Hey, Lizzie," Hayley said quietly, cracking the door open with a hesitant smile.
Elizabeth didn't answer. She didn't even look. She lay on her side, eyes fixed on the same wall she'd stared at for three days straight. Klaus had been the only one to check on her—bringing food in silence, leaving when she ignored him. Elijah and Hayley had stayed away, probably on Klaus's orders after she'd screamed that if anyone came near her again, she'd spell the door shut forever.
Still, Hayley entered and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"
Elizabeth let out a dry, bitter laugh. Her eyes, puffy and rimmed with red, finally met Hayley's. "Oh, I'm great," she said with venom. "It's not like I just found out from my abusive father that my brother's been dead this whole time while I've been running my mouth about rescuing him."
Hayley's face fell. She looked at her best friend—really looked. Lizzie's skin was pale and blotchy, her hair unwashed and sticking to her face. Her eyes were empty.
"Lizzie, I'm so sorry about your brother."
"No, you're not."
Hayley blinked, taken aback. "Of course I am—"
"You didn't even know him," Elizabeth snapped. "None of you did. Nobody knew the real him. Nobody knew how he loved stupid cartoons and old horror flicks. Or how he'd sneak food into my room when our father locked me up. Nobody knows how much he suffered—how much he protected me. I knew. I loved him. And now I'm the only one who will ever miss him." Her voice cracked. "It's not fair."
