The Devil's Art

"My daughter is missing. Amelia Anne Forbes. She's barely a month old."Caroline reports. Her eyes blurred as she sobbed in front of the Sheriff. "Okay, Ms...Forbes."He inspects typing onto the computer. "Amelia? As in any relation to Klaus Mikaelson? He too has a da-"Caroline eyes drew further open as she slammed her fist onto the desk.

"No! That is not his daughter! She is mine! He took her from me."She begins to sob harder. "He has full custody of her here."He points to the screen. Caroline shakes her head. "No."She cries in response. "The best thing you can do is go home, take a nice bath. Earn enough money to be able to fight partial credit."He recommends.

"No, you don't understand. He took away my job, my house, my friends, my family. Arnold, I have been living on the park's bench because not even a shelter would take me in. He's cursed me, Arnold."She runs her hands through her hair. "I can't help you either."He sighs in defeat.

"Screw you! All of you fucking heartless people. That is my daughter! He didn't carry her those nine months! He didn't suffer the sudden feeling of close danger! And he doesn't love her, he's never loved anyone before."Caroline leaves the office.

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Extremely mature: Smut. Death. Abuse.

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