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Nova's Semester

Nothing to say today, please enjoy!! Grammar mistakes I'm sure

Warning:Swearing

Eventual: Elijah Mikaelson x OC, Niklaus Mikaelson x OC, Kol Mikaelson x OC, Rebekah Mikaelson x OC, Finn Mikaelson x OC

Ending: Mikaelson Family x OC

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Chapter 6

When Elena finally arrives, she's soon transported from the cot in the nurse's office to the backseat of someone's car. The setting sun and all the movement was causing her vision to blur, so when it finally cleared she realized she was alone in the backseat Stefan’s car, with Damon in the front passenger seat. “Hiya sparky how are you feeling?” he said softly, giving her a smile, a genuine smile. Even if he was a massive dick most of the time, he could be a good guy, sometimes. “I’m ok, I guess, no need for stitches, that's good right?” He replies almost instanlly “Yup, better than having you bleed out.” she lets out a huff of laughter.

The silence only lasts a few seconds before Damon opens the passenger side door and slides out of the car. Before she can ask what he's doing he closes the door and rounds the car to the backseat door to her left. He opens it and slides in, “So tell me,” he starts closing the door behind him “What really happened?” Rubbing her eyes she lets out a yawn. “I tripped and fell over someone's backpack and smashed my head against the corner of my teacher's desk.” She said sheepishly, embarrassed now that she realized this was the cover story she was giving. She was also careful not to mention the name of her teacher fearing she would get the same reaction from him as she got from Alaric. Her head starts to feel like it's splitting in two when Damon starts to laugh loudly. In the tiny space it was booming and paired with how sensitive she was right now, it was agony. “Really sparky? Alaric made all this fuss because you tripped and fell?” All she could do was groan and shrug in response. “He chuckled again, quietly this time “Sorry. '' he pats her leg and sighs.

“Here I thought someone hurt you, well with the way Alaric was talking.” she paused to look at him “What?” she said puzzled. “Oh yeah he was freaking out, said something about your teacher or something, thought he might have hurt you.” She stays quiet after that trying to think of why Alaric had such a grudge against Mr.Mikaelson. “ Hey Sparky?” She's snapped from her stupor and focuses back on Damon as he speaks “Yeah Damon?” he looks out the car window for a second, then continues on with his question “Are you lying to me?” he puts his hands up in a form of surrender and continues. “I know you might not want Elena to know what truly happened, so I wont tell her if you don't.” a beat of silence passes before she answers “Damon, why would I lie to you about giving myself an injury?” he sighs “Because maybe you didn't give it to yourself?” She can't tell if he really thinks she's lying or he’s just asking to ask. “Damon, I tripped and fell, what more do you want from me?” she slumps in her seat “The truth, come on sparky cough it up.” “I am telling you the truth, I swear!” her voice raised an octave, frustrated she was getting interrogated again apparently. Damon hums in thought “I for one think you're lying, but I can't force you to talk if you don't want to talk.” She waits for him to say something else but he doesn't. Before she processes what just happened she looks to her right to see Stefan and Elena walking out of the school. Stefan looks pissed Elena looks confused and ‘worried’.

. Stefan rounds the car getting into the driver's seat and Elena in the passenger one. “Hey Nov, how are you feeling?” her sister said. Shifting in her seat she clears her throat and repeats what she told Damon. “Thats good, getting stitches suck.” Stefan says, his voice has a bit of a bite to it, it just confirmed to her that he is indeed angry. He pulls out of the parking lot sharply, sending her flying straight into Damon. He catches her and lightly pushes her back in place “Hey man how bout you slow down a little huh?” Stefan scoffs propping his elbow against the door “How about you shut up Damon.” Rolling his eyes Damon doesn't comment further, deciding to leave it at that. The ride home is quiet and slightly strained with some questions seemingly unanswered. They were probably going to ask when they got home when everything was said and done, so all she could do was mentally prepare for it and enjoy the silence she had now.

Pulling into the driveway she can see the silhouette of her brother sitting on the swing resting on the front porch. At the sight of the car he immediately gets up and starts making his way over to them. He quickly jogs over to her side and yanks her from the car by her arm as she opens the door. “Jeremy be careful!” She can hear her sister fuss but all she's worried about is returning the bone crushing hug he has her in. “I was so worried, when Alaric called I thought something bad happened, I'm so glad you're ok.” She chuckled into his chest taking a deep breath and squeezing him tighter. “Yeah, I’m ok Jer, just a bit banged up.” he pulls away and holds her at arms length to examine the bandage on her head. “What happened?” “She tripped and fell.” she heard Damon say. Jeremy's sudden cackle startles her, “You tripped?” He questioned, he doubled over with his hands on his knees to keep him from falling over. “Alaric made so much fuss over your clumsy ass.” His laughter is contagious and soon she’s laughing hysterically too. Elena and the brothers watch on from the porch waiting for the both of them to stop giggling. “You guys come on, it's cold out, let's head inside.” Their laughter dies at Elena’s request “You're more than capable of walking into the house without us aren't you Elena? Why don't you go inside, we'll come in when we're ready.” Elena crosses her arms and starts to pout “Fine, when your done Nova come talk to me.'' She turns and stomps into the house with the brothers right on her trail.

“Hey, are you sure you're ok?” Jeremy asks her, she gives him a small smile “I’ll be ok, don't worry Jer.” looking down he starts to kick the rocks underneath his feet. “Are you ok?” she asks. Looking away from her he answers “Yeah, I’ll be ok too.” She nods and takes a deep breath; she also starts to kick at some of the rocks beneath her own feet. Slowly she begins to walk to the open front door ``You coming?” she asks. Putting his hands in his pockets Jeremy kicks the rock away from his foot for good and replies “Yeah, lets go.” Walking through the house, she maneuvers into the kitchen and heads straight towards the medicine cabinet, so she could get some painkillers. Her and Jeremy part ways her to the kitchen and him to his room “Night Jer.” “Night kid, hope you feel better in the morning.” she gives him another smile “I hope so too. '' is her reply.

Walking into the kitchen she grabs the bottle of medicine and opens it when she hears Elena pipe up. “Nova, can you sit down please?” she nods her head as she spills the meds into her hand. “Yeah just a sec.” Grabbing a cup and filling it with water she downs the pills in one go. Taking a couple more sips before dumping the rest of the cups contents into the sink along with the cup she rounds the corner of the Island and leans up against the front of it “What’s up?” she questions.Elena rolls her eyes ``Sit down Nova.” She pulls out the chair next to her and slaps the seat a couple times for good measure. Sitting down on the chair, she can't help but feel nervous, the forgotten knot in her stomach making an appearance at the wrong time. “So I've heard different versions of this story but I want to hear from you what happened.”

Nova doesn't think this kinda question deserves its own intervention but she answered hesintantly “Um.. I was getting up out of my seat to leave class and I tripped over some girl's backpack, and I fell onto the corner of the teachers desk.” Elena nodded her head a couple times, licking her lips, she asked another question. “What happened after, do you remember?” “Remember, of course I remember I didn't lose my memory Elena I just hit my head.” Stefan and Damon share a glance before Stefan clears his throat. “So do you or do you not remember what happened.” He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. Nova scoffs “After I hit my head the teacher had someone go get the nurse and he gave me tissues to hold to my head, when the nurse arrived she put me in a wheelchair and took me to the nurses office, I stayed their for a while then Alaric showed up, flipped his shit because I was injured, told me I needed to switch classes, then you guys showed up and now were here.” Damon frowns “Just what is the name of said teacher Nova?” Nova leans back in her chair and tilts her head to the side “Why do I feel like this is an interrogation?” Damon scoffs “Because it is sparky.” Elena hits him in the arm and Stefan whacks him in the head. “No it’s not Nov.” Elena glares at Damon ``We just want to know what happened from your perspective.” Nova rubs her eyes and yawns again. “Well I just told you my perspective, can I go shower, I have blood in my hair.” Stefan throws his head back, she expects a snap back or retort but he says nothing. “Not quite, there's a couple more questions I want to ask you.” she shifts in her seat uncomfortably “What else is there to know?” All three of them look at each other then at her. “Well how about you answer my question sparky, who exactly is your teacher?” closing her eyes she rested her head on the table in front of her “Does it really matter?” “Yes,” said all three in unison. “I don't remember his first name but his name is Mr. Mikaelson.” A deadly silence fills the room. The three of them share another look “And why did Alaric tell you to switch classes?” She honestly could say for sure so her best guess was. “Uh.. I think he said something along the lines of, he's a bad person, he brings bad luck, then he told me he thought it was in my best interest to switch classes, so i'm going to go down to the office tomorrow to see what I can do.”

A deep frown settled on Nova’s face, and Elena noticed “Do you even want to change classes Nov?” she scoffs “ I mean kinda, I think Alarics blowing this whole thing out of proportion.” Leaning forward to put himself back in the conversation Stefan rests his head on his hands. “So why do it, why change classes.” she ponders for a moment then answers him “Because Alaric said I needed to.” she shrugs. This catches his attention “Really, so you don't want to switch classes yet you're going to switch classes because Alaric said so?” she shrugs again “Well, Arnold’s in this class so I could really use a class without him this year.” Damon snorts and wiggles his eyebrows ``OoOoOoO Arnold. '' he said in a high pitched girly voice. “No not oooo Arnold, he needs to stay far far away from her.” For once she and her sister actually agree on something. “So your just going to change your schedule, just like that, it took Elena three weeks of asking for you to do your electives in the first place.” Nova shrugs once again, she notices she’s been doing that a lot lately when it comes to conversing with the Salvatore brothers. “I don't know Stefan, Alaric just told me it was in my best interest to switch classes, has Alaric really ever been wrong?” They all answer roughly at the same time. “Yes'', “All the time.” “When is he never.” Really shows you the trust the three of them have in him.

“So Alaric just said to do it, and you're doing it?” Nova rolls her eyes “I mean when you put it that way it just sounds bad.” Stefan nods his head in consideration “ Yeah he compelled her.” Elena’s head snapps to look at him “Stefan!” she exclaims. He scoffs “What it's not like you were going to make me do the same thing too.” Nova is extremely confused “Compelled?” Her attention is brought to Damon when he moves her chair to face him. “Sorry for this Sparky.” before she can ask what he's talking about he grabs her arm and starts to speak. “You will forget this conversation happened, you don't know anything about compulsion , and you won't listen to Alaric's order.” Stefan stands up furious “Damon what the hell, we can't just leave her with him, he could-.” “Stefan,” Elena interupted “This could be a good opportunity for us to see what the Mikaelsons are really up to, because where there's one there's usually more of them not far behind.” Now she's really confused. “Guys what's going on, who are the Mikaelsons?” she examines the area around her slowly “How did I get in the kitchen?” Damon rolls his eyes and compels her again. “You won't remember any of this, sit. '' he points to the couch in the living room. Nova has no other choice but to walk over to the and sit down. She tries her best to follow their conversation.

“Elena we cant send her to spy on those maniacs, I thought you wanted to keep her as far away from them as possible .” She can see Stefan start to pace around the kitchen “Stefan trust me, I know how it sounds.” “I don't think you do Elena, haven't we spent the last oh I don't know SIX YEARS protecting her from our kind and our world, and now you just want to throw her in head first?” Elena shifts from one food to the other “Not head first Stefan, she doesn't even have to know what they are or who they are, just compel her to ask him questions about his life, family, plans, anything, then she’ll come home everyday and report back to us.” Stefan stops and whips around to face Elena “Elena she isnt a toy, and she certainly is not a soldier, and what if she’s lying what if Finn did hurt her and she doesn't know.” She throws her arms up “We don't know what happened Stefan, she’s clumsy ok, I believe her when she said she tripped...” She zoned out for a few seconds after that , Damon said in the car he thought Mr. Mikaelson hurt her when Alaric first called them. Is that what they thought she was ‘lying about’, did they really think he hurt her, and did they really think she was lying to them about it.

“Stefan she’ll be fine, sparkys oblivious but shes not stupid, she can handle herself.” he shakes his head “Well I for one dont like this, we might as well give her a death sentence.” Stefan practically slaps his face and drags his hands down it at Elena's reply. “It's not a death sentence, she'll be fine if you compel her!” he cocks his head to the side and holds his hands up “Hold on, did we not learn our lesson on messing with people's minds, Jeremy is a prime example for that, do you want to make her resent you too.” Elena stomps her foot and huffs like a child, “Damon you agree with me, don't you?” he shrugs “Yeah Elena I do, but not without precautions, sparky's one of the people in my life I can tolerate and I don't really want her to be another body in the ground.” She rolls her eyes ``Obviously we’ll make sure she's safe.” she retorted. Stefan pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs “Ok well, we should start now before sparky runs away because by the look on her face she's about to bolt.” Damon says with a chuckle. The three of them all turn to look at her and she takes an opportunity to analyze their faces. Stefans is full of concern and guilt, Damon looks indifferent, but he's hesitant she can tell, and Elena she looks ecstatic, happy, over the moon.

“It's ok you guys, this way we have a set in stone way for me to stay safe from Klaus if he comes back.” Stefan crosses his arms ``By what, throwing your sister into the danger we've worked so long keeping her from, I’m all for keeping you safe but exposing her to everything all at once without her even realizing, I don’t know Elena.” She throws her head back “Stefan she’s gonna find out sooner or later, this way she'll have an experience with the supernatural first hand, while being safe.” “Safe, how?” he bites back. She's' silent for a second before she snaps her fingers ``Alaric, we can ask him to watch over her.`` Stefan drops his head in defeat “He has classes to teach, he can't look after Nova , he has other kids to look after and worry about as well.” pushing herself to sit on the counter Elena answers his concern “He’ll be fine Stefan, he can listen to her heart beat every once in a while if anything.” Stefan’s silent for a moment. “Little brother I dont think your gonna win this one.” Damon says with a smirk. He sighs “Fine.” he says “But we're gonna do this my way.”

Elena and Damon follow Stefan as he enters the living room. “Give me her bracelet.” startled she looks down to her wrist to see it bare ‘when did I lose it’ she thinks. Her head snaps to the right when she feels the couch diviet under someone's weight . “Nova, look at me.” turning to Stefan she furrowed her eyebrows ``Stefan, what are you guys talking about what going on?” he sighs and turns to Damon ``Don't look at me like that, if we're doing this your way, this is all you.” Stefans hand snaps out quickly and grabs the bracelet from Damon's extended hand. He takes her wrist with his other hand and she flinches hard. He stops what he's doing and looks at her, he looks hurt. “Elena, wha-” Stefan then forcefully turns her head towards him “You will go to school tomorrow and everyday after that and gather any kind of information about Finn Mikaelson's life, anything and everything you hear you tell us when you get home.” She nods her head “I’ll tell you when I get home.” she repeats “None of this happened, you didn't hear anything, you came home you ate dinner with us, then you went to bed.” He steps away and waits for the compulsion to kick . Nova covers her mouth as she lets out a loud yawn. '`I'm pretty tired guys, I've had a horrible day.’ standing up all the bones her body snap and pop as she stretches “Good night Nov see you in the morning.” Elena gives her small waves as she passes.

Reaching the top of the stairs she looks up and sees her brother standing a few feet away from her,and he looks pissed. “Hey Jer.'' Jeremy whips around and grabs her arm lightly when she goes to pass him. “Hey, what did you guys talk about?” she blinks and shrugs “Nothing much, I got some medicine and ate dinner with them.” he nods, clicking his tongue “Nothing else?” she raises an eyebrow “Um… yeah that's all. '' he nods again “So what did they want to talk about? '

“What?” letting go of her arm Jeremy starts to scratch his elbow, something he always did when he was agitated. “It's nothing never mind goodnight.” With that, he bolts past her and down the stairs, out of her vision. “Uh, night?” shrugging, she turns around and enters her room, closing the door with a soft click, finally ending her long, horrible day just to start another one in the morning.

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Rebekah's doppelganger

Rebekah Mikaelson x Petrova Doppelgänger

Rebekah watched the doppelgänger twirl on stage and curled her lips in disgust. God she was spitting image of Katerina, and how Bekah had despised that retched wench. She had warned her brothers of her duplicitous nature, but they had dismissed her. Nik had underestimated her cunning, and Elijah had overestimated her feelings for him; and none of them had listened to their sister, as always. Katerina had been cruel to Rebekah, even before knowing about the sacrifice. She was all honeyed words and fluttering eyelashes around her brothers, and cutting barbs when it was just them girls. Now Rebekah didn’t consider herself a particularly nice person, but she wasn’t nearly as cruel as the doppelgänger had been. She had deeply hated her the day she made her cry. No one had made Rebekah cry in over two centuries, but that bitch had, and she couldn’t eve, retaliate because Nik needed her alive. So all she had done was cry herself to sleep like the pathetic human she most decidedly was not. And to add insult to injury, Katerina was the reason Rebekah lost Elijah for a full century. That was literally the worst century of her life. Worse than the 11th century when they all had to grapple with Finn’s suicidal tendencies, worse than the 12th one when Nik killed The Five and spent half of it suffering under the Hunter’s Curse, worse even than the 14th one when Kol had angered a coven of witches enough for them to summon Mikael on them.

First Nik had taken his fury out on Elijah by delivering him to a pack of werewolves. She could never forget Elijah’s screams and hallucinations from all that venom coursing through his veins. Then he had daggered Elijah and spelled his coffin away so Rebekah wouldn’t free him without his permission. Then he had awoken Kol, which had afforded her a decade of reprieve while the two of them partied like there was no tomorrow, though she did resent being excluded from their little boys’ club, again. But then Kol had pulled his disappearing act, as always, the little weasel. One minute he was sharing a drink and a redhead with Nik, the next he was gone in the wind. That was when Nik’s abandonment issues had reared their ugly head. Rebekah couldn’t take a step without her brother shadowing her, snarling at anyone who got too close to her. And while she loved her brother deeply, it had gotten too frustrating too fast. And when her temper had risen, she found herself daggered for a couple years. And they repeated that cycle for almost a century before Kol almost got himself killed in Spain and Nik finally undaggered Elijah so he could help them fight off Mikael and take off with Kol’s body secured in a coffin.

Rebekah glowered at the face responsible for all her sorrows. She looked down at the program and scoffed. The illustration looked nothing like the dancer; it made her look plain, tame, boring. The doppelgänger was something else entirely. She had the same doe eyes as the others, the same thick wavy hair that was struggling to escape the strict bun that contained it, the same tall and dainty silhouette. She had more grace than the others though, jumping from pirouette to pirouette, never missing a beat, twirling a dizzy around the other dancers. She shone so bright even the spotlight looked pale in comparison. By the time the show was over, the entire theatre was standing up to lavish her with applause and flowers.

Rebekah ignored the wave of spectators leaving and slipped backstage instead. Nik had already lost his chance once. If she brought him his second chance, she was sure she could convince him to give up her dagger to her. And all it would take would be to snatch the human doppelgänger and run back to Italy with her. Easy. She sneaked around the makeup stations and changing rooms, looking for a glimpse of her.

“Look girls, we have an admirer,” said a deep sultry voice on her left and Rebekah turned to see dancers part, letting the object of her search come into view.

They were the same height. And this close, Rebekah could count each of her long lashes. She could see the blush on her olive skin, starting on her cheeks and spreading down her long neck. She could smell her sweet jasmine perfume mixed with tangy sweat from a demanding performance transforming into a unique scent that was all hers. She had already freed her hair and it cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face and her heaving glistening cleavage. Her pink lips were pulled in a pouty smirk. Rebekah’s reply got stuck in her throat.

“Have we made you tongue-tied?” she chuckled. Even her raspy laugh was sensual.

Rebekah bit her tongue to keep herself from acquiescing. She was 700 years old for god’s sake, she didn’t get flustered anymore. She forcefully pushed her shoulders back and lifted her chin.

“What’s your name?” she asked her in her most imperious tone.

“Nastya,” she answered and it irritated Rebekah to no end how everything she said held a slightly amused tone, as if the entire world were a joke only she knew about. “What’s yours?”

“Bekah.”

“Well, Bekah,” the way she wrapped her mouth around her name should be forbidden, “you’ve come just in time.”

“In time for what?”

“We have this tradition…”

“– calling it a tradition doesn’t make it fancy –“ another dancer interrupted.

“– we do it every day, that makes it a tradition –“

“– it makes it alcoholism –“

“– will you let me speak? God!”

Rebekah watched the exchange with a deep fascination, the way irritation bled into her tone and made her sound younger, the way she rolled her eyes at her friend before turning back to her, the way she tried to make her voice breathier when she addressed the vampire. Rebekah thought herself the only one affected; she could sigh from relief seeing it wasn’t the case

“Anyway, there’s this ladies club we go to after our performance. The owner always has the best table put aside for us, and the champagne is to die for.”

“For god's sake, Anastasya, be honest! The champagne tastes like piss but it does the job,” her friend cut her off again and the other dancers’ laugh echoed around them.

“Do you always lie so much?” Rebekah scoffed.

“Only when I want to impress pretty girls,” Nastya teased back despite the blush spreading from her chest to her neck. “Is it working?”

“Not in the slightest,” Rebekah replied haughtily.

Her answer was quickly proven wrong though when they spent the next three days joined at the hips, then at the lips, then at the hips and lips. Nastya’s fellow dancers had to literally drag her out of bed for their next performance.

Pretty soon, Rebekah found herself travelling with the ballerinas from city to city. She spent her days touring the towns and sceneries with Nastya. She spent her evenings admiring her lover entrance everyone with her stage presence. She spent her nights showing her exactly just how much of an effect she had on her.

When one of her spies brought her news of Nik’s and Elijah’s visit, she was grateful for her centuries old paranoia. Rebekah stormed Nastya’s changing room and knocked the comb from her hands.

“I need you listen to me very carefully,” she put her hands around her face and bored her eyes into hers, “I need you to pack as light a bag as you can, and get out of this town as fast as you can.”

“What?” Nastya laughed and gently removed Bekah’s hands. “Sweetheart, I have to dance for my supper.”

“I’ll give you all the money you need but you need to leave.”

Nastya got up and steeled her face. “If I wanted to be a kept woman, I would have accepted any of those fools’ propositions over the years. I enjoy your company Bekah, but do not make me choose between dancing and you.”

“That’s not what I… ugh,” Rebekah pulled her hair at the roots. “You are in grave danger. I am not exaggerating when I say that your mortal enemy will be in attendance tonight and you cannot let him get even a glimpse of you.”

Nastya’s jaw hung open. “My mortal enemy?” she scoffed. “Do you even hear yourself? I’m not some tragic heroine in a story, for god’s sake. My life is utterly boring and the biggest antagonist in my story is the humidity that destroys my coiffures.”

“I am dead serious.”

Hesitation washed over Nastya’s face. “You truly believe that, don’t you?” Her eyes roamed Rebekah’s face and whatever she saw made her pale. She sat back down and braced her head on her hands. “Oh my god, what is wrong with me? The first woman I fall in love with, and she’s completely crazy?”

Rebekah froze. She listened to Nastya’s heartbeat, but it didn’t betray any lie on her part. She approached her slowly, and crouched in front of her. She slowly pried her hands from her face and looked her in the eyes.

“I love you, more than I ever thought I could love anyone in my life.” More than my own freedom, she thought, you have no idea what this conversation could cost me. “I am not trying to destroy your life; I am trying to save it.” She took a fortifying breath. “I hope what you’re about to see won’t change your feelings for me.” Rebekah closed her eyes and let her fangs fall down. When she opened them, she knew there would be red irises surrounded by black and purple veins. She expected fear, even disgust. She didn’t expect Nastya’s fingers to reach for her fangs and trace them reverently. Her thumb snagged on one, and a drop of blood bubbled on the skin. Rebekah’s eyes were transfixed on the perfect pearl of red. She guided it to her tongue, and her eyes closed at the contact. A low moan escapes her. When she opened her eyes again, Nastya’s were just as heavy lidded as hers felt. She swirled her tongue around the finger one last time, and Nastya’s breath hitched.

Rebekah reached a hand and cupped her face. “There are things in this world I can’t explain, not right now, not in this short time. But I want to the chance to do that. And for that, you need to leave. Go East, and then South, to Khabarovsk Village. Look for Lubov, she’s a witch I trust. Tell her I sent you and I need her to cloak you. Then keep going east. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going. Hide your face. I will find you.”

“A witch, wait a minute…” Nastya’s eyes fluttered, her hand that was still trapped in Rebekah’s shaking.

“I wish I could break this to you softer, my love, I truly do. But time is not on our side. You need to leave and follow my instructions to the letter. I will do everything to protect you on my side.”

“I don’t understand. Why won’t you come with me?”

Bekah shook her head. “They know I’m here. If I disappear they’ll come looking for us, and they’ll find you and I can’t let that happen. You go. I’ll stay here and lose them. And once it’s safe, I will find you.” She repeats it like a mantra, a prayer to any existing deity that might be listening.

“Is that a promise?” Nastya grabbed Bekah’s wrist.

“It’s a vow.” She sealed with a searing kiss. She pushed her away before either of them was ready to break it but time was of the essence.

While Nastya made her escape, Rebekah compelled everyone who had ever seen her face to forget it. She couldn’t bring herself to make them forget her existence, but she could make them forget just what her face looked like exactly. She then compelled them to believe she had run off with some random officer. Even the hypothetical idea made her blood boil with jealousy. Then came the hardest part. She chose one of the dancers, Irina, who had similar build and colouring to her Nastya, and compelled her to believe she had been the one having a months long affair with Bekah. She then compelled the others to corroborate her story.

Once she was done, she joined her brothers for dinner. Elijah was in a good mood, he always liked Russia. Niklaus was on edge. He didn’t like being separated from her for too long. In fact, the three months she just spent away from her siblings were a record. Sometimes, she resented Kol for his ability to disappear for decades on end without anyone caring. She knew he resented her for holding so much of Nik’s love, but he had no idea how suffocating that could be. After dinner, they went to her usual seat to watch the ballet, as Nik already knew she did from his own spies.

Rebekah only relaxed when the show started and Nastya’s understudy showed up on stage. On her right, Elijah was just as enraptured as she had been the first time. On her left, Nik got bored after five minutes. He held the program in his hands and casually thumbed through it.

“That’s not Anastasiya, is it?”

Rebekah froze. “What?”

He showed her the second page of the program where an illustration of Nastya ate up most of the space, he needlessly pointed at the face she knew far too well. “Anastasiya, isn’t she supposed to be the big star? This dancer looks nothing like her.” Indeed the short blonde understudy looked nothing like devastating brunette the illustration depicted.

Elijah reached over Rebekah to look at it and hummed. “No, she does not, does she? I must say, that is a disappointment. I had heard so much about the lovely Anastasiya. Her replacement leaves much to be desired.”

“Bekah, you’ve been shacking up with the troop,” Nik teased. “You must have all the scoops. Tell us every sordid detail,” he nudged her shoulder with his. “Did her understudy break her leg in a bid to win the spotlight?”

“It’s all very boring I’m afraid,” Rebekah drawled, “yet another dancer running away with a lowly officer. I heard there might be a pregnancy involved, though that could just be a nasty rumour. Either way, it’s a shame. She could have become something.”

“And what about your dancer?” asked Nik, his program forgotten. “What was her name again?”

“Irina,” she ground out. “What of her?”

“I’m just curious. Should I worry about you turning her without my permission? You do get attached so easily.”

“Niklaus,” Elijah admonished, “let our sister be happy.”

“Are you happy, sister dear?”

Rebekah looked at him and schooled her face. The more enthusiasm Nik could see, the more ammunition he had to use against her.

“I’m having fun, Nik,” she drawled. “Is that allowed in your book?”

He flashed his dimples at her.

“Just don’t have too much fun. I’d rather not have to kill an entire troop of dancers. Or, better yet, come home with us, where I can keep a better eye on you.”

“I’m not bored yet,” she shrugged. “When I am, trust I’ll be on the first ride out of here.”

Nik huffed in displeasure but he didn’t argue. He picked up the program again.

“Elijah,” he called, ignoring the displeased tsks of the other spectators. “Does she remind you of anyone?” he thrust the program over Rebekah’s lap and into Elijah’s hands.

Elijah examined Nastya’s face, and Rebekah held her breath. She always thought that illustration didn’t do her justice, but she couldn’t underestimate her brothers’ obsession with the doppelgänger’s face.

“Perhaps around the eyes,” he mused.

Nik reached over Rebekah to snatch the program back and she finally lost her temper and slapped his arm away.

“Will you stop embarrassing me and let me enjoy the show?” she hissed.

He ignored her and examined the illustration again.

“Could she be..?”

“No,” Elijah answered, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I thought so too at first, those eyes are uncanny. But no, she isn’t. I would recognize her anywhere.”

“Yes, you would, wouldn’t you?” Nik sneered and Elijah pursed his lips.

Rebekah exhaled discreetly and focused back on the unfortunate understudy. She really was lacklustre.

Her brothers stayed in town for a full month, trying to coax her into joining them in Italy. She managed to convince them to give her a few weeks to say goodbye.

As soon as they left, she went in search of Nastya. She travelled East, and then South. She looked for her everywhere. Her witch contact had disappeared. She hired witches to put a location spell on both the witch and Nastya, to no avail. She spent six months looking for her. It was already double the time they spent together and she couldn’t even find a trace of her. She curved her body into a ball on her bed and cried every tear in her body. Then she just stayed there. She fell into a deep depression that left her stuck in bed for weeks that soon bled into months. She couldn’t eat, or sleep. She didn’t even feed. By the time her brothers found her, she had started desiccating. Nik sighed as he crouched to look at her and gently brushed her dirty hair away from her gaunt face.

“What is it this time?” he asked, his voice soft.

“She left me,” she croaked. Her words scratched at her dehydrated vocal cords like sandpaper.

“I will kill her and everyone she’s ever met,” Nik promised. “Tell me who she is.”

She couldn’t talk anymore, her throat was paralyzed. Nik bit into his wrist and brought it up to her mouth but she ignored him. His blood ran down her chin and stained the already dirty sheets. Not even the smell of it made her react. Her survival instincts were gone. Nik stormed out, instructing Elijah to stay by her side. He came back two days later with tales of how he flayed Irina open and slaughtered the entire dancing troop. Rebekah didn’t react. She couldn’t find it in her to feel neither guilt nor pity.

She heard Nik and Elijah confer with each other in hushed tones. Nik sounded scared, Elijah worried. She didn’t care about either. Elijah tried to coax her into a sitting position, to no avail. Nik brought her soup mixed with warm blood; she let it get cold on the nightstand. They spent days trying to bring her back to life. Elijah with his kind words and gentle touches, Nik with his taunts and temptations, none of them succeeded. If she could feel anything, she might have felt pity for them, or sorrow for herself, or anger at Nastya, or guilt for the lives fallen on her behalf, or even shame for her weakness. She felt nothing. They conferred again and this time, they sounded like they agreed.

Elijah held her face and kissed her forehead. “I am sorry, Rebekah,” he whispered, “I wish I could spare you this pain.”

Nik held the dagger to her chest. For the first time, he looked apologetic while he did. “You’ve left me no choice, sister. It’s for your own good.” He pushed the dagger and she finally went to sleep.

They woke her again weeks later, after they had finished making arrangements for their move to New Orleans. The weather, the food, and the music there were so different from Russia it seemed to bring her back to life. She let the southern sun warm her frozen heart and the Mississippi drown out thoughts of Nastya. And months later, she even found herself wishing her the best, wherever she was. She hoped she’d never see her again, for both of their sakes.

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thefictionconnoisseur · 1 year

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Precarious

Author: vanghoegh

Platform: Ao3

Pairing(s): Mikaelson siblings x OC

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Everyone has a great plan for life right? A destination or a purpose, not Eloise Sinclair. 22-year-old Eloise lives day-to-day in sleepy Mystic Falls with no clue of the supernatural until she sees something she wasn't supposed to.

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that-new-writer-chick · 2 years

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Rebekah Mikaelson x OC

TW: insecurity

A catchy alternative song was playing over the stores speakers. The blonde and her black haired companion the only people in the shop besides the couple of employees, the blonde having compelled the store closed for themselves. Rebekah knew of Storm's anxiety and wanted their trip to be as enjoyable as possible for her... friend... that's all they were for now. She wasn't even sure if Storm liked girls. Storm walked out of the changing room in the outfit Rebekah had put together, a lavender cropped t-shirt, white waist high skirt, lilac thigh high stockings with white bows, some white boots, and a silver choker "Absolutely divine dove!" Storm picked at the skirt and couldn't meet her reflection "Dove? What's wrong? Do you not like it? I can always find something else." Grey eyes quickly met blue "No! I love it it's just..." she trailed off, not sure if she should voice her opinion "Yes dove?" "I'm just a little... big, ya know?" Rebekah hummed and put her finger to her chin "Yes you are. But that's not a bad thing, you know? Do you know for the past millennium your body was the ideal body? It's actually only within the past few decades that people have changed their minds. Mostly to sell diets. If we were back in my time men would be fighting for your hand." under her breath "my brothers already are" Storm looked at her in amazement and shyly asked "so I'm desirable?" was that a hint of flirtation in her voice? Rebekah sauntered up to her and lifted her face to gaze into her eyes "without a doubt" Storm blushed and abruptly changed the subject "I don't know how I'll afford this though " her blonde companion chuckled and said "Who said anything about paying? You're with me." Storm gasped and opened her mouth to try and fight but Rebekah put a finger to her lips and hushed her "Don't fight or I'll buy you diamonds"

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wholoveseggs · 6 months

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Warmth

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

This is just a smutty little thing about being in an arraigned marriage to a certain original vampire. This is the first thing I've ever posted so please be nice :)

{Part Two} {Part Three} thanks for all the love ❤️ If you rather read this on Ao3- Link is here

5k words - No warnings other than smut and mentions of a shitty family.

It's your wedding day, but it feels more like being sold off than a celebration. You're about to marry into the most powerful family in history, but it's not by choice—it's all politics. All you can do is hope that the guy waiting for you at the altar is decent and that somehow, you'll survive whatever comes after "I do."

Part One

You delicately picked at your freshly-manicured nails, your heart pounding in your chest as his sister's circled you, their hands adjusting your dress, hair, and veil.

"Is he a good man?" you whispered nervously, feeling one of them gently pull on your dress, making the low cut of the back align perfectly with your body.

Rebekah gave you a kind smile, applying a touch more blush to your cheeks with a makeup brush. "Yes, dear. He's a good man," she replied.

"He's the best of us, you have nothing to fear," Freya chimed in, taking your hand in a reassuring gesture.

You let out a long sigh as they placed the veil over your head, their satisfied smiles providing some comfort. "You look perfect," Rebekah said, offering a sweet smile. "Welcome to the family."

Walking down the aisle felt like a surreal dream, your heart racing, and time behaving strangely, as if you'd indulged in a bit too much wine. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you laid eyes on the groom. At least he's handsome, you thought. But fear still gripped your heart; marrying a vampire was one thing, but becoming a part of the family of the most deadly vampires was a whole new level.

Standing across from him, you barely registered the officiant's words as they initiated the ceremony. Up close, he was even more striking with warm brown eyes, a sharp jawline, and a physique that complemented his looks. He gazed down at you with a gentle smile, though there was a hint of sadness in his dark eyes, a reminder that he hadn't desired this union any more than you did.

The vows were recited, their words escaping your consciousness as you mechanically repeated them. He lifted your veil and with a chaste peck on your lips, the marriage was sealed.

At the reception, your new husband mingled with the guests, sealing packs and making deals, laying bare the true intention behind your marriage. You observed his brother taking the stage, silencing the band.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming. I have a special gift for the bride and groom. Since they didn't really have a honeymoon planned, I took it upon myself to help them out. Outside, they'll find a car ready to take them on the adventure of a lifetime," Klaus announced, giving his brother a wicked smile, clapping him on the back in a way that seemed almost malicious. "To the bride and groom!" he cheered, raising his glass in your direction.

All eyes were on you as your husband led you to the car. You didn't recognize a single face in the crowd, but you hadn't expected to. The people who had sold you had gotten what they wanted, and this arrangement was a win-win for them.

You settled into the back seat of the car, the leather sticking to your bare back. You adjusted your white silk dress nervously, and he sat down beside you, his jaw and fists clenched, the tension palpable. You drove in silence for a while, stealing glances at your new husband, his expression stern and unreadable.

Wanting to break the silence, you considered a joke or maybe a compliment about his looks, but instead opted for the safest option. "Hi, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you," you said quietly, extending your hand.

He chuckled slightly, and you appreciated his handsome smile as he took your hand, giving it a gentle shake. "Hello, I'm Elijah," he replied.

You exchanged smiles, and the tension in the car began to dissipate. The street lights reflected in his eyes as the car headed toward an unknown destination.

"Do you know where we are going?" you asked.

"The airport," he responded, gazing out the window with a hint of bitterness.

"Not a fan of flying?" you inquired, trying to discern Elijah's emotions.

"No, it's not that," he sighed softly and placed his hand on yours. "I'm sorry this happened to you. When I began negotiating an alliance with your faction, I didn't know they would require a marriage, I agreed to it for peace." he explained.

You shrugged, attempting to suppress the emotions swirling within you. "They've wanted to get rid of me for a while," you confessed.

Before he could inquire further, you arrived at the airport. A private plane awaited you, and you crossed the windy tarmac in your wedding dress, Elijah shielding you from the chill. You hoped someone had remembered to pack you a change of clothes.

Seated in the plane, the gentle hum of the engines made you instantly drowsy. You reached for a glass of champagne, quickly downing it before pouring another.

Elijah took a seat beside you, selecting a book from a pile on the table. He watched you consume your second glass, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Are you alright?" he inquired.

"No," you admitted, shifting in your seat and closing your eyes.

"Don't like flying?" he teased.

"Hilarious," you replied sarcastically, before turning in your seat, surrendering to sleep before the plane had even taken off.

You awoke to the sound of the arrival announcement. You noticed a warm blanket on you and realized your head was resting on Elijah's shoulder. He smelled faintly of alcohol and nice cologne, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the sudden intimacy with a stranger, although you supposed he wasn't one anymore.

"Apparently, we're in Canada," he informed you in a soft tone, offering a gentle smile.

"What?" you replied, lifting your head from his shoulder and peering out the window to see nothing but white.

"I suppose my brother's adventure for us involves some cold," he remarked.

The plane touched down, and the pilot's announcement revealed a bone-chilling temperature of -20°C. Panic set in as you realized your thin dress offered no defense against the frigid cold.

"I don't suppose you happen to have a winter coat?" you asked, your tone flat with a hint of desperation.

Elijah calmly removed his suit jacket and handed it to you, offering a warm smile. As he stood in just his dress shirt, concern flashed in your eyes. "It's alright; vampires don't get cold," he reassured you. "Besides, I'll get us to the car quickly.”

He was being humble when he said 'quickly.' He wrapped his arms around you, and in a literal instant, you found yourselves in the warmth of the waiting car, with Elijah in the driver's seat, studying his phone with a furrowed brow.

"It seems our destination is a cottage up a mountain," he said, clearly displeased as he reviewed the itinerary on his phone.

"Not a fan of snow?" you chuckled.

"I'm not a fan of my brother playing games," he replied as he pulled out of the airport.

The drive up the mountain was a strange mix of anticipation and discomfort. The grandeur of nature unfolding around you offered a stark contrast to the peculiar circumstances that had brought you together. You gazed out of the car window, lost in your thoughts.

After a while, it was Elijah who dared to break the silence, his voice carrying a genuine curiosity. "You mentioned your family wanted to get rid of you. Why?" he asked, his eyes shifting briefly from the winding road to you.

Your gaze remained focused on the passing landscape, a mixture of mountain vistas and dense forests. "I wouldn't call them family," you replied, a hint of bitterness in your tone. "They weren't my blood, and they certainly didn't treat me as such. They wanted to get rid of me because I was no longer of value."

Elijah furrowed his brow, seeking to understand. "No longer of value?" he inquired, his voice gentle.

With a deep breath, you began to unravel the unfortunate chapter of your life. "With the human faction, marriage pacts are common. After I lost my parents, they took me in, providing for my clothing, food, and education, with the understanding that, in return, I'd remain pure until they could marry me off," you paused, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment, searching for any hint of judgment. "I didn't remain pure,"

He listened attentively, his warm smile putting you at ease. "Well, you will fit in with my family just fine," he said with a sweet smile. "Purity isn't our thing either. You're free from all that now."

You couldn't help but chuckle bitterly at the irony of the situation. "Out of the frying pan…" you mumbled, a sense of resignation in your words. "I know all about your family. I don't think this will end well for me."

The falling snow whipped past the car windows, obscuring any view beyond. You arrived at the cottage, and you sucked in the cold air as Elijah whisked you inside. He disappeared momentarily before returning with your bags. You sat on the sofa, taking in the place. It was more of a chalet than a cottage, and you couldn't help but shiver in the chilly interior. Elijah noticed.

"I'll gather some firewood," he said, heading outside.

You got up and explored the place, finding some whiskey and taking swigs straight from the bottle as you wandered. Your attention was captured by a sizable record collection, and you began to browse. You found a record you liked and started playing it, swaying to the music in an attempt to warm up.

Elijah returned inside, his arms laden with firewood, determined to make your cold sanctuary warm and cozy. His eyes softened as he noticed your shivering form.

"I'll get a fire going," he said, his voice gentle. He quickly set about arranging the logs, expertly lighting them, transforming the room with the comforting glow and crackle of the flames.

Taking your icy hands in his, he remarked, "Your hands are freezing." He brought you closer to the fire, the warmth seeping into your chilled skin. You couldn't help but be captivated by his kindness and the concern in his eyes.

"You need to warm up," he insisted, his voice a soothing melody.

“You are nicer than I was expecting,” you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“I know my family's reputation is not great, but you are a part of it now. I want you to know I will always protect you,” he said softly, his words sincere and reassuring.

You nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for his understanding and genuine care. "I believe you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled you in and held you close, trying to warm you up; you found yourself drawn to him, his charm and sweetness melting your reservations. In that moment, overwhelmed by his kindness, you leaned in and kissed him softly.

When you pulled away, his expression was both surprised and understanding. "You don't have to do that," he said, his tone gentle. "You're not obligated to do anything with me just because of our situation."

His words filled you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. Here was a man, a vampire, who respected your boundaries, a stark contrast to the people who had controlled your life before.

Elijah guided you to the soft rug in front of the crackling fire, arranging the blankets around you to ensure you stayed warm. The bottle of whiskey sat between you, its amber contents promising warmth from the inside out. You extended the bottle to him, a silent invitation to share in the fleeting comfort of alcohol.

You both drank in companionable silence, the warmth from the fire seeping into your bones, the whiskey adding a pleasant haze to the room. As the evening wore on, conversation flowed more freely, and the barriers between you began to dissolve with every shared story and laugh.

Elijah stood and helped you up, his hand finding its way to your waist, and before you knew it, he was leading you in a slow dance, his movements graceful and confident. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, swaying to the music.

"What is this song?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

"It's called bitter sweet symphony,'' you replied, your eyes meeting his. "It's one of my favorites."

He nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on yours. "I like the strings, the whole thing is very melancholic," he observed.

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his shoulder. "I find it beautiful. It's a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, don't you think? Even in the face of adversity, we keep going."

He regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. "Something you have a lot of experience in, I gather," he said, his tone appreciative.

"I wouldn't say I'm resilient," you responded modestly, the music guiding your movements. "More like adaptable. Life throws curveballs, and you either adapt or get swept away."

He pulled you closer, the dance now a slow, intimate sway. "Indeed, life has a way of testing us. But it also brings unexpected joys."

The dance continued, a silent conversation unfolding between you, transcending words. As the music wove its spell, you felt a vulnerability and connection with Elijah that surpassed the constraints of your forced union. The walls you had built around yourself began to crumble, and you found solace in the unexpected warmth of his embrace.

A soft smile played on your lips. “You're not the monster they make you out to be," you replied, your words carrying a newfound trust.

Feeling an unspoken longing between you, you reached out, your fingers tracing a delicate path along his jawline, your touch conveying what words couldn't express. His eyes, dark and intense, met yours with understanding, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. You pulled him closer, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss that ignited a spark, setting the room ablaze with desire.

His response to your kiss was a slow, seductive smile that went straight to your core. He gently slid a hand around the back of your neck, his fingers winding in your hair. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

You nodded, your own desire mirrored in your eyes. "Yes," you whispered, placing your hands on his chest.

With a sudden surge of intensity, he lifted you effortlessly, his arms strong and secure as he carried you to the nearby sofa. The room seemed to come alive, dancing with shifting shadows painted by the flickering firelight. He gently set you down on the plush sofa, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You are truly exquisite," he murmured softly, as he carefully peeled your wedding dress away, letting it cascade onto the floor like a waterfall of silk and lace.

"I-I think you're beautiful too," you stammered, your words catching in your throat, feeling the chill creep back in after losing the warmth of your dress. You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly, and began to unbutton his shirt.

His smile remained warm and affectionate as he took your hands, pressing a gentle kiss upon them. With a swift motion, he shed his shirt, and pressed his skin to yours in a tender embrace, an effort to restore the warmth that had been lost. He shifted you so you lay side by side, pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hip, the other hand gently cupping your neck as he kissed you softly.

You lingered there for a while as his hands explored the curves of your body. Your own hands ventured, touching his toned chest and shoulders, marveling at the strength beneath your fingertips.

His lips trailed soft, lingering kisses down your neck, each one a tender declaration of affection. His gentle gestures made you blush, the heat of your cheeks contrasting with the cool air in the room. You couldn't help but giggle from the sheer sweetness of his actions.

His hand glided down between you, his fingertips tracing the sensitive skin just above the edge of your white lace panties. A soft moan escaped your lips, a rush of heat pooling between your legs as his hand ventured beneath the fabric. He began to slowly circle your clit, the hand that rested on your neck pushed your head forward, his lips capturing yours in another gentle kiss.

His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles, their casual dips down to your opening making you moan softly into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite, driving you closer to climax with each subtle movement.

“You make such lovely sounds,” he hummed against your lips, then he dipped a finger inside you.

You let out a low, desperate whine, your hips instinctively rocking into his hand. You closed your eyes and swore under your breath, your voice barely audible, your fingers clutching at his neck as he continued to work his magic with his skillful hand.

He smiled, clearly savoring the way you were unraveling under his touch. He slowly pulled his hand away, leaving you achingly empty for a moment before repositioning you. Suddenly, you found yourself underneath him, your back pressed into the softness of the sofa, desire reflected in his eyes.

He began trailing soft kisses and teasing bites down your body, each touch sending electric pulses of need through you.

With slow, deliberate movements, he removed your panties, the fabric sliding off with a tantalizing intimacy that sent your heart racing. He pushed your thighs up, his fingers briefly teasing your clit before he leaned in, his hot breath against your skin.

Then, with an agonizing slowness that made your breath catch, he lowered his head, his tongue finding its way to your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. The world blurred into a haze of sensation, his expertise evident in every flick and swirl, each touch bringing you closer to your peak.

You ran a trembling hand through his hair, your fingers gripping the strands as you surrendered to his tongue. Your hips moved in a desperate rhythm with his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite sensation he was providing.

His hands pressed into your thighs with firm, possessive intent, holding you in place, stilling your movements. With each flick of his tongue, each press of his lips, you felt the tension rising within you, like a coiled spring ready to release.

You couldn't hold back any longer, and your body convulsed as the waves of pleasure overtook you. It was a moment of pure bliss, your cries echoing in the room, as your fingers tangled in his hair. He didn't falter in his attentions, riding you through the aftershocks of your climax.

Your body was still pulsating with the aftermath of the first orgasm, yet he skillfully coaxed another wave of pleasure from within you. He pushed two fingers inside you, finding that perfect spot, and your moans grew louder, filling the room.

"My pretty little wife," he murmured in a seductive whisper. The rhythm of his fingers and his tongue on your overly-sensitive clit created a delicious combination.

You squeezed your eyes shut, completely overtaken by the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his skilled touch. The second orgasm began to build, a powerful surge of pleasure that threatened to consume you entirely. His deep hum against you made you squirm, your legs shaking as you moaned.

His hand shifted from your thigh, splaying across your lower stomach with just the right amount of pressure to hold you down, halting your movements completely. His control heightened the intensity of the moment, trapping you in a delicious blend of pleasure and surrender.

You came apart a second time on his tongue, your body writhing with pleasure as you looked down at his handsome face, his lips glistening with your wetness.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, your voice barely audible, your eyes locking onto his. He made his way back up your body, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Cupping his face with your hands, you traced the lines of his jaw affectionately as your lips moved in a heated dance, the taste of your shared desire lingering between you.

You pulled off your bra, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat that radiated between you. His eyes were glued to your every move, filled with desire as you exposed yourself to him. His gaze slowly traced over the curves of your body with a look of admiration and hunger.

He positioned your legs around his hips, and you could feel his cock through the fabric of his pants. You reached down to unzip him, but he caught your wrists with a swift yet gentle motion, pinning them above your head with a possessive grip, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark, intense gaze.

“Stay just like this,” he said firmly. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back, his eyes never leaving yours as he removed his pants, the room filled with a charged anticipation that crackled in the air between you.

He leaned in closer, his handsome form fully on display, the intensity in his eyes growing as he gazed down at you. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the anticipation building between you. His cock brushed against your clit, a tantalizing tease that made you let out a soft, desperate moan.

Unable to resist the urge to touch him, you lowered your hands to feel him. He let out a quiet "tsk" and shook his head gently, guiding your hands back above your head. His lips curved into a soft smile, as he held you in place, his dominance making your heart race.

His eyes bore into yours with a gentle intensity as placed a pillow under your hips and positioned himself. With a deliberate yet tender motion, he guided himself slowly inside you, filling you inch by inch. A gasp escaped your lips as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and rocking his hips gently. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, his pelvis brushing against your clit with every stroke, creating a delicious friction that made your toes curl.

He let go of your wrists and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, and your breaths became shallow as you clung to his arms, your nails digging into his skin.

He maintained his agonizingly slow pace, a rhythm that kept you on the precipice of release. You could feel his eyes on you, studying your reactions before your eyes fluttered closed and your brows arched in pleasure. His hot breath danced on your skin as he whispered soft encouraging words, his lips trailing up your neck, nibbling your ear. Each touch, each whisper, pushed you closer to the edge, intensifying the pleasure that pulsed through every fiber of your being.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice a seductive melody that made your breath catch in your throat.

"I... I want," you stammered, your voice shaky with desire, your hands clutching at his chest.

"What?" he teased, slowing his pace even more, pulling all the way out before plunging back in, savoring the exquisite torture he was subjecting you to. "You have to tell me," he insisted, his words laced with a playful yet commanding tone.

"More, please," you begged. He took your hands from his chest and pinned your wrists above your head again, your body aching for more of his touch.

"Like this?" he asked, his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher, each one hitting your sweet spot with a precision that made you gasp in pleasure.

"Y-yes, yes, yes," you whimpered, your back arching involuntarily, your legs trembling beneath him as the pleasure intensified, pushing you closer to the edge of climax.

He leaned back, and his eyes locked onto yours, a warm smile forming on his face as he enjoyed the flush of your cheeks in response to his actions. With a gentle touch, he ran his thumb over your clit, feeling the immediate response of your body, tightening around him in pleasure. A low hum of approval escaped his lips as he continued to graze your clit, attuning himself to your body's responses.

The room was filled with the intoxicating sounds of your bodies colliding, mingled with soft moans and the crackling of the fire. Elijah's gaze darkened as the pace of his thrusts gradually increased, the desire between you igniting the air. He released your pinned wrists, his hands guiding your thighs up around your waist, spreading them wide, pushing his cock even deeper.

His thrusts grew more urgent, a relentless rhythm that was hard and passionate. Your body tensed, the overwhelming pleasure reaching its peak as you came completely undone, your head falling back, and your back arching as you moaned his name.

"That's it, beautiful wife," he said softly, his voice strained as his own peak approached.

His own climax surged through him, a wave of heat and pleasure washing over you both. He let out a low groan as his body relaxed. Leaning forward, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his mouth melding with yours in a heated exchange. The room seemed to pulse with the aftermath of your shared pleasure, the fire casting a warm, golden glow over your entwined bodies.

"You are perfect," he whispered against your lips, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a sitting position in his lap. You were still breathless, placing your hands on his chest as you looked into his dark eyes.

"This is not how I pictured this night going," you said softly, a contented smile playing on your lips.

"How did you picture it?" He asked gently, his fingers tracing down your spine as he spoke.

You took a deep breath, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on his chest as you gathered the courage to speak your truth. "I thought you might kill me," you confessed, your voice barely audible, carrying the weight of your fears. "I have this fear of vampires. They killed my parents, and I've been haunted by that memory ever since."

Elijah's eyes softened with understanding, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "I am truly sorry for the pain you've endured," he said, his voice laced with genuine empathy. "You're incredibly brave for facing your fears and allowing yourself to trust me."

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat as you continued. "My adoptive parents married me off to you as punishment, not expecting any kindness from you. But you've shown me a side of vampires I never knew existed. I didn't expect this... warmth, this understanding."

Elijah's hand cupped your face with a gentle reassurance. "I take my vows seriously," he said, his voice unwavering. "You are my wife now, and I will protect and care for you always."

In that moment, the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes filled you with hope, erasing some of the lingering pain and fear.

With a single, elegant motion, he effortlessly lifted you into his arms, holding you close as he guided both of you into the shower. The hot water cascaded over you, cleansing your bodies of the remnants of passion and desire. He gently pressed you against the cool, slick tile, his lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands asserted a possessive grip on your waist, drawing your body in close to his.

You pulled back, your breath momentarily catching in your throat as his affectionate touch lingered. The hot water continued to flow over your relaxed bodies. "You know," you confessed, "I think I might actually really like you."

He grinned bashfully, his eyes filled with adoration, and leaned in to kiss you again. You could feel his cock harden against your leg, his desire reignited by your proximity.

You pushed lightly on his chest, moving both of you around so his back was against the tile, the warm water streaming down from above his head. You pressed your lips against his neck, then trailed kisses down his shoulder and chest.

Your hands glided over his damp skin, tracing the contours of his muscles as you moved downward, your lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His breath hitched when you reached his abdomen, and you glanced up, locking eyes with him before continuing your descent.

You took his cock in your hand, feeling the weight and heat in your palm. His sharp intake of breath spurred you on, and you pressed a lingering kiss to the sensitive tip before trailing your tongue along his length, savoring the salty taste of his desire. His hand threaded through your hair, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

You closed your lips around him, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat. The water cascading around both of you seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, amplifying every sensation. His fingers tugged on your hair, his touch both commanding and gentle, guiding your pace.

His hips moved in response, a silent plea for more, and you obliged, taking him deeper. His groans filled the steamy air, your lips and tongue working in harmony to bring him to the brink, his breaths turning shallow and erratic. A satisfied smile played on your lips as you reveled in the power of making a man like him come undone.

You gazed up at him through your fluttering eyelashes, giving him your most innocent expression as you intensified your movements. You pushed your head further down, burying your face into his pelvis, and with a deep groan, he found release down your throat.

Elijah leaned against the tiled shower wall, catching his breath, a satiated smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you with admiration. You, on the other hand, wore a confident smirk, the satisfaction of pleasuring him evident in your eyes.

Elijah placed a gentle kiss on your lips as you stood together under the warm cascade of water, both of you still savoring the shared moment of passion. He then guided you out of the shower, wrapping a large, fluffy towel around your shoulders before drying himself off.

As you both made your way to the bedroom, the soft hum of the bathroom fan in the background, he looked at you with affection. "You're quite extraordinary," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

"Why? Was that your first blowjob?" You teased, giving him a sweet smile.

He let out a little chuckle, his laughter filled with warmth. He pulled the blankets back on the bed and you both got underneath them. You gladly snuggled up next to him, laying your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that you were exactly where you wanted to be.

{Part Two} {Part Three}

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“In certain situations, like when he knows you’re trying to make him jealous or when one of you is particularly needy, he will just fuck you in the nearest secluded area with a hand over your mouth to muffle your pleasured screams.

Sis I just love the recent NSFW POST of yours! This concept had me 😧😧😧🥵🥵 Can you write something like this whenever suitable?

All his

Klaus had made me go to this ball thing, something about a truce with the factions and Elijah saying we all had to behave.

Rebekah had me dressed in a tight blood red dress that hand a high slit in the leg going right up my thigh. It pushed my tits together perfectly leaving no need for a bra, this however caused my nipples to show a little through the fabric. Sometimes that clashed with Elijah’s rules of our ‘best behaviour’

So there i was making my way through the crowds of people to Rebekah and Hayley

“Klaus seen your outfit yet y/n?” Hayley asked trailing her eyes down my body as she handed me a glass of champagne, Rebekah smirked as i did a little spin to show how it squeezed my hips

“you don’t think he’ll like it?” i asked with a fake pout on my face

“oh he’ll like it…just not when there’s a hundred other people also eyeing you up” she said gesturing to the hungry eyes watching my movements

“he can’t yell at me till later, may as-well have fun” i grinned and took their hands as we made our way to dance

The ball ended up being a little more…club like by the time Klaus had actually decided to join the room. His brows furrowed as he approached a clearly unamused Elijah

“why are there strippers dry humping each other in our house?” he asked confused

“it would seem our sister, Hayley and Y/n decided to…’spice things up’ as they put it.” Elijah air-quoted with a tight lip smile

“Y/n’s in there?” he laughed not really thinking you would be so bold

“mhm right in the middle. Just over…there….” he pointed to Klaus’s lover, he turned back to see if Niklaus could spot you but found he was already marching his way though everyone

“Y/N!” i could faintly hear my name being yelled over the music and i looked around, my eyes met Klaus’s dark angry ones and i gulped, Rebekah pushed me and called a “good luck” as i made my way to him. Just as i got to him someone grabbed my hand and spun me making me gasp, hands were on my hips and i was pulled right against someone. This someone was not Klaus. I tried to pull myself away but he wouldn’t let go, he put a harsh kiss to my neck and before i could react i was ripped out of his arms and was being hauled out the room.

I was shoved into the bathroom and a hand gripped my jaw

“how. dare. he.” Klaus spat as he glared at the mark left on my neck. His eyes bled into gold, veins covered all under his eyes as a possessive growl sounded in his throat

“i- i didn’t think that would happen i swear” i spoke in a pleading tone hoping he wouldn’t think i had the intention of being touched by anyone else, marked by someone else

“i know, it’s just unfortunate you have to suffer because of someone else’s actions” i went to ask what he meant but his fangs in my throat wouldn’t allow any words to form. He wasn’t gentle like he normally was. His hand on my jaw was tight and he gulped my blood down hungrily, i could feel my skin tear open slightly when he pulled his mouth away. His tongue lapped at the blood that dripped now me

“You. are mine. Why do people not know that for fucks sake” his tone was dangerous and low, i felt my underwear stick to me as i dampened them. Quickly he picked me up and sat me on the sink, he yanked my panties off and spread my legs as wide as the dress would let them. Immediately two of his fingers were sliding up and down my folds making me jump and grab onto his arm

“you’re fucking soaked” he told me and shoved his fingers in my mouth. I sucked them after a second and swirled my tongue over them. He pulled them out and grabbed my face again. I looked at his predatory eyes before he pulled me to him and forced his tongue into my mouth, he kissed me in a rushed aggressive manner leaving me no time to try catch up as he dominated my mouth.

“put your legs around me” he ordered still swallowing my tongue. i complied and wrapped my legs around his waist, our bodies flush against each other. I wound my fingers into his hair trying to keep up and his teeth clashed against mine, he bit into my bottom lip and sucked at the blood that began pooling, i gave a surprised moan in response.

I felt his hands leave my face and the sound of a belt hitting the floor, i tried to pull away to see when he was doing but a hand was brought to the back of my head pushing me into him. A second later i felt his swollen cock at my entrance, he pulled me off the sink and thrust up into me, i gasped and then moaned and he went straight into a bruising pace. I was slammed against the bathroom wall as he moved at an inhuman speed. He pulled away from the kiss and started to suck as many marks into my neck as he could. His hands gripped my hips as he pushed the skirt of my dress up.

My mouth hung wide open as my walls clenched continuously around him, strangled sounds escaped me while i pulled at his hair, he grunted and then tore the skirt of the dress off of my body completely and threw in on the floor

“Tell me Y/n, what did you expect to happen when you had your tits on full display?” his thrusts became deeper and even more forceful hitting somewhere overwhelming inside me, a scream sounded through the room as tears ran down my cheeks

“im sorry! im sorry klaus im sorry” i sobbed with my face in his neck hiccuping back my cries of fulfilment, my limbs went limp against him, i tightened around him more than i ever had before

“fuck there’s a good girl huh? All fucking mine.” i nodded helplessly, the waves of bliss crashing through me repeatedly while he continued to fuck me. He groaned and grunted into my ear, the sound of our skin meeting and our content noises drowned out the sounds of the party still happening in the next room.

“i need- klaus…can i-“ i moaned before i could ask but he knew what i wanted as a thumb was on my awaiting clit rubbing harsh and fast circles. I lifted my head and pressed my mouth back to his as i let the feeling inside of me snap. We both moaned lowly into each other, i milked his cock for the next few moments while he carried on moving inside of my walls slowing down gradually to ride out both our highs.

“Alright y/n, alright. Come here, i’ve got you” he lifted me off of his cock and carefully lowered me onto my heeled feet making me wobble slightly.

“take them off for me love” i glanced at him and saw him fully kick his trousers off away from his ankles and i realised we weren’t finished. I slipped out of the heels and looked up at him, he groaned as he studied me, i had grip marks on my thighs, hips and neck, the only thing i was wearing was the top part of what was once a dress and even then it barely did anything, my nipples were hard showing through and they were only just covered anyway especially from being fucked against the wall, my breasts had almost bounced out. My mascara was down my face, my hair messy and my upper body littered in hickeys.

“bend over the sink” his voice was monotone and although it somewhat scared me i could still feel my clit pulse and slowly made my way back to the sink, i got a grip on the sides of it and bent myself over

“legs apart and arch your back for me”

“okay..” i whispered nodding and followed his directions

i felt his warm hands on my shoulders as he massaged them for a moment, he pushed his finger into the top of the dress at the back and pulled ripping it down the middle, i inhaled nervously as it fell to the floor and he traced my spine

“Relax love, you know i wouldn’t harm you” i nodded and flexed my fingers before getting a better grip as i let my eyes fall closed. He took his length into his hand and pumped himself a few times before carefully pushing into me from behind.

I moaned out and pushed my ass back against him taking him all the way. One arm wrapped around my waist and held my hip while the other applied a pressure on my back to keep it arched. He began with slow but jarring movements, seeing just how deep he could hit in this new position. I clenched around him a few times making sure i was comfortable as guttural sounds vibrated through me.

Quickly he lost all sense of sense of control and began thrusting with his combination of vampire and werewolf strength. I let out heavy moans as he repeatedly smashed into just the right spot. His grip on me got tighter as he bent over with me so his chest touched my back and grunted into my shoulder

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and his hand was held over my mouth. He squeezed my face in his hand and fucked me even harder, my moans coming out as muffled cries as i rocked my body back and forward to meet his movements

“someone in there?” Klaus dragged his teeth to my earlobe as someone spoke from the door

“should we let them hear how much you love me fucking you from behind?” he whispered gruffly as his other hand found my clit and i screamed into his palm.

“scream my name” he demanded as he removed his hand and buried his teeth back into my neck, he released deep inside me as i fluttered and throbbed my cum going all down my legs that nearly gave out beneath me when i cried out his name over and over.

Gasps were heard from the next room but all i could focus on was the full feeling of him still inside me as i whimpered. He thrust a couple more times before pulling out, his fingers stayed on my clit as they continued to rub fairly quickly. My legs buckled but he kept my body up as he played between my thighs still draining my neck. I began to feel dizzy, my next orgasm taking over far too quickly as electric shocks went straight to my core. My clit was on fire while i kept moaning his name. His teeth left my throat and he latched his mouth to mine in a desperate kiss. He swallowed around my tongue and explored my mouth, again. My sounds didn’t falter despite him trying to drown them, I felt the tension inside me break again and i sobbed at the overstimulation. I ached and closed my legs as soon as his fingers left me alone.

He lowered me onto the floor and i led into a foetus position. I could hear him putting his clothes back on before returning and petting my hair

“i don’t want anyone to see me naked” i whispered and he nodded kissing my head

“nobody but me will ever see you like this, i promise you i would never let that happen” He came down onto his knees and sat me up. My arms were put into his jacket sleeves and he did up the front buttons. Gently i was lifted into the bridal style carry, the jacket nearly went down to mid thigh and he tucked my head into his neck

“you did so good for me sweetheart you know that?” i whined and tugged the blazer further down my legs, he put his hand just below my ass so nobody would be able to see up and exited the bathroom, he made his way to our room with a fast pace. I could hear Hayley drunkenly cheer and Rebekah laughing sluggishly

He locked the bedroom door behind us and slid us both under the covers

“you’re all mine y/n, i love you too much to let anyone else have you”

“all yours promise”

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hi, can you do a one-shot for klaus, where he has a crush on y/n, and they have a one-night stand, and Klaus is sad because he thinks he won't see her again, but then he gets the news that y/n n is pregnant with his daughter (reader gets pregnant, no hayley, y/n is Hope's biological mother) and klaus takes the news well, because it's someone he loves and takes the pregnancy as an opportunity to make t /n love him.

Making her love me

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem! reader Word count: 7,4k (way too long, sorry not sorry) Warning(s): smut mention, panic attack (a little), swearing, and typical TVD violence. Nonsense from me: I'm so excited to post it since it's my first request/ask or whatever I should call it. I hope it's basically what you asked for, Gallus Anonymous! <3

Klaus Mikaelson loved Y/N Y/S.

The original hybrid was hopelessly in love with her since the first time he met her on his family's ball. He will always remember that day.

She looked like an angel. Well, maybe more like a devil (judging by the fact that part of her hair was arranged in two small buns imitating horns), but still, she was the most beautiful girl at the party (and maybe in the whole world).

When he saw her, dancing in her black-golden dress with one of Salvatore's brothers, he knew that this girl would be his at the end of the day. Even if he has to fight with these bloody, young vampires.

Unfortunately, Y/N didn't have the same feeling when she first saw him. As a proud member of a Mystic Falls group (who returned to the town after a school exchange), she was obligated to hate the Mikaelsons.

But she must admit to herself that the man with the British accent was incredibly hot.

Damon, noticing Klaus's sudden interest in his friend, decided to use this to his advantage and pushed Y/N into the arms of their nemesis. Klaus was delighted. Y/N disgusted.

The original hybrid stuck to her for the rest of the evening, forgetting all about Caroline. Y/N has since become Klaus Mikaelson's official distraction. And she wasn't happy about it at all.

Her friends would use the Siphon Witch whenever they needed to keep Klaus occupied or to ease his bloodlust after doing something stupid (like stealing white oak stakes right under his nose and 12 obedient hybrids. Great plan, Damon!).

Y/N would have to wisely bump into Mikaelson and spend some time with him until the Mystic Falls heroes fix the shit they made. At least the girl was much less stressed compared to her friends, and sometimes she really enjoyed the company of the hybrid.

Once, a man took her to a cafe-studio where little-known Mystic Falls artists would gather. She returned to the Salvator Brothers' estate in navy blue paint, with little constellations painted by Klaus on her face, arms, and neck. Damon barely refrained from making a sarcastic remark.

Fortunately, Stefan saved him from her very likely wrath, because every time someone makes jokes about Y/N's relationship with Klaus, she gets mad and loses control over her magic power. Once, Bonnie had to repair Stefan's motorcycle. The vampire learned his lesson then and tried not to annoy her again. Sometimes, though, he seriously considered letting his older brother cross the line. He wondered if Damon would cry over a damaged car.

With time passing, Klaus had only a stronger crush on her. Everyone knows that. Expect Y/N herself.

At best, she thought the hybrid regarded her as some sort of friend or a distraction between his villainous grand schemes. There could be no feelings between them. Not when she already had a very loving boyfriend whom the original hybrid found out about at a 1920s school party.

She bewitched him completely then. And he was ready to tell her the truth about his real feelings for her and try to make her his, but then he saw this other guy holding her like he wanted to hold her the first time he met her. For Klaus, this man didn't deserve her attention; that human didn't realize how valuable a treasure he was holding in his hands right now. Klaus wanted to go away and let Y/N enjoy dancing with this lesser man. He really does. But when she turned and looked at him with these beautiful, delightful eyes, he couldn't just disappear without exchanging one last word with her.

After all, Klaus was a selfish man.

"You don't mind if I cut into you." Klaus' voice came from behind me, making me shiver.

"Yes. Actually, we do." My boyfriend snarled, recognizing the guy who was "hanging dangerously around me." He had no idea about the supernatural shite we were in and I had no idea how to tell him all of this (or just didn't want to).

Klaus just smiled unfazed, catching his gaze.

"Why don't you go somewhere far away and come back in 20 minutes? You can be useful and bring the beautiful lady something to drink." my boyfriend dutifully obeyed, leaving me with a smug hybrid. "Shall we, love?" he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, swaying to some slow, romantic song without waiting for my response.

"Why do you always have to prove you're the alpha male?"

"I don't have to prove anything, love, I'm the alpha male." he replied, offended. I rolled my eyes, sighing.

"You would've loved the 1920s, Y/N. Girls were reckless, sexy, and fun. They literally used to dance until they dropped." he turned me around, smiling slyly.

"Since they were so reckless and drunk, I suppose it was easier for you to find a lover then."

"You should be nicer to me. I'm leaving town tomorrow." I shifted my gaze to him, shocked by the information he had thrown at me. "I'd invite you to come with me, but we both know that you're not ready to accept my offer. Perhaps one day you'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer."

"How many girls fell for it? A magical tour of the world with an all-powerful original who plays with them like toys?"

"You mark my words. Small-town boy, small-town life won't be enough for you." he said, completely ignoring my previous words.

"And how do you know what's enough for me?"

"Because I know you, Y/N. Do you imagine marrying that stupid man with whom you were dancing later? Giving him children, living too short to make your real dreams come true?" I wanted to look away from him, but he gently grabbed my chin, forcing me to confront him and all my fears at the same time. "You want love, trust, passion, excitement, and even a little power, and unlike this fool, I can give you all of this and more. Just say a word."

"But for what price?" I asked, taking a big breath.

I realized we were much closer than was appropriate for a dance, but neither of us cared. His gaze was moving from my eyes to my mouth. I licked my chapped lips unconsciously, stuck in some incomprehensible anticipation. Only for what?

"Kaus. Y/N. I finally found you two. We have a problem. Klaus' mother is back." Stefan interrupted the moment between us.

I swear I could hear a little swear from the hybrid before he took my hand and led me towards Stefan, who was hurrying away.

After that, T/N didn't get a chance to meet Klaus again. Since they were on opposite camps in finding the cure, Y/N tried to avoid the hybrid at all costs. He just wanted to use her. Seduce her with his sweet words to make her do everything he wanted. She had no other explanation.

Klaus, on the other hand, tried to get her out of his head in every way he knew how. He couldn't keep up with adding new canvases for the portraits of his one-sided crush. His siblings were starting to worry about him.

Especially after he found out her boyfriend was going to propose to her. (Damon has never been prouder of being a gossip boy.) This overflowed the hybrid's cup of bitterness.

Kol and Elijah walked around their brother like they were on eggshells. Rebekah, on the other hand, has no such pity. It was her occasion to tease Klaus, like he was doing whenever she fell in love (at least Rebekah didn't want to kill Y/N like SOMEONE).

But nevertheless, she was the one to tell Klaus that Y/N rejected her boyfriend's proposal. The original never loved his sister more. He was happy that Y/N was now single, and he even thought that in the near future he may have a little chance with her since there were no other competitors for her heart.

But even in his wildest dreams, Klaus would not have dared to think that Y/N would knock on his door that same day and greedily bite into his lips as soon as he opened it. And not that she'd start ripping his clothes off and pushing him into his bedroom (which surprised him, given that she knew how to get there without his directions).

He never would have thought that one night would change his life forever.

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N's POV

I sighed, rolling over to the other side of the bed as the first rays of sunlight somehow hit my eye. I always kept the windows closed. How come I didn't do it this time? Reluctantly, I opened one eyes to look at my treacherous bedroom window, only to found out that I wasn't in my room.

Also, not in my bed.

And not in any clothes.

AND DEFINITELY NOT ALONE.

As soon as I looked at the calm, sleeping, and clearly satisfied (judging by his disheveled hair) Klaus, memories of last night started flooding back to me.

Panicked, I looked around the room for my clothes, trying to ignore the sight of overturned furniture, a broken mirror, and even a dent in the wall. Unsuccessfully. My face has never been so close to the color of my blood.

Once I'd traced my things, I carefully got out of bed and dressed as quietly as I could, closing the vampire's bedroom door behind me. Now all I had to do was get out of the house full of originals unnoticed. Simple, right?

"Y/N, darling! What a pleasure to see you this morning. How do you feel?" Klaus' little brother jumped out of nowhere and threw one arm around my shoulders, making me come inside the house again.

"Hello Kol. Bye Kol." I tried to dodge him, but he sped up to stand in front of me.

"Wait a minute half-witch. You're going to leave my brother like this? After your… noisy night? He'll be devastated. Was he not up to the task? I could teach him a bit if that's a problem for you. You have my word that within a week you won't be able to stop…"

"Kol! For the bloody hell, stop this awkward conversation. I'm sorry for him, usually we keep him in a coffin." Rebekah cut him off and stood next to him, glaring at him furiously.

"Um… no problem, I guess. If you don't mind, I'm gonna go now."

With even redder cheeks, I ran out of the mansion and, at the speed of light, got into my car, driving far away from this town. I needed rest, and I knew only one person who would be willing to take me under their roof without any questions.

"Hi Katherine. Where are you right now?"

~•♤♤♤•~

"Are you sure it's just food poisoning? Won't you die here suddenly? Do you want my blood?" Katherine flooded me with questions as I returned to our table.

It's been 2 months since my "great escape," as Damon liked to call it, from Mystic Falls. At that time, I was traveling with Katherine around the United States, doing what I wanted to do most: seeing the world (starting with small things like staying in all states). After the brunette gave the cure to Elijah (while experiencing her epic love story with him, which ended with her heartbreak over Elena's meddling and Elijah's doubts), she decided to accompany me on my quest.

I had to arrange everything in my head. What I wanted out of life, who I wanted to be, and so on.

That was the main purpose of this trip.

In fact, I helped Katherine heal her broken heart and tried to avoid the topic of Klaus Mikaelson like the plague. With small or big successes depending on the day.

Sometimes Damon, Stefan, or Bonnie would mention how snappy he'd become after my sudden departure or that he was asking them about my whereabouts. The worst was his drunken voicemails he left. They ended after the first month, but they were the biggest test of my perseverance. I had to piece my twisted life together before adding my love problems with the world's (nearly) oldest living vampire to the puzzle.

At least that was the plan until those New Orleans bitches got me.

As soon as we left the bar, some girls accosted us and knocked us out with magic. I woke up in some cold, dank, musty crypt with Katherine by my side. At least I wasn't alone. We both had a better chance of defeating those witches. The new thing in those two months was my sudden ability to do magic without any source of energy. It looked like my abilities were starting to screw up too.

"Are you Y/N Y/S?" one of the witches approached us, staring at me warily.

"One and only. May I know who I am having the pleasure of?"

"Sophie Deveraux."

"Sophie. Some time ago, I knew a girl with this name. She got under my skin too. She is dead now. You can guess what happened to her."

"Yeah. It's definitely her. I couldn't imagine someone more of this psycho's type." she told her friends. The women grabbed us both and led us out of the makeshift cell to drag us to the main hall of the crypt.

"Allright. Can one of us tell why you are holding us here?"

"We need you, sugar, but your friend is just an accessory, so if you want both of you to get out of this somehow, you'll keep quiet." seeing that I had no intention of objecting, the unknown woman smiled victoriously. "Good girl."

I gave her a sweet smile before breaking her neck with a flick of my wrist. There was a sudden commotion around us. Katherine suffered a brain aneurysm after one of the witches raised her hand on her. The brunette screamed once before someone else appeared in the crypt, tearing out the heart of the witch who was attacking her.

Elijah.

Elijah came to save the day.

"I thought you wanted to talk, and both Katherine and Y/N were supposed to be unharmed." he said in his legal tone, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stepped between me and Kath. The woman was as pleased with the presence of the original as I was.

"She started." Sophie pointed at me. Elijah turned to look at me. I shrugged.

"You make me." I answered her with a malicious smile.

"Y/N." the man said warningly. This noble bastard won't tell me what to do.

"Elijah. Nice to see you. Maybe you can tell us why we've been locked in some fucking tomb? Is this some kind of revenge of yours, or did we get caught in the crossfire of Mikaelson's skirmishes purely by chance?"

"I would like to know that too. You wanted to be heard. Speak, before I change my mind." he turned to the witches without changing his defensive position.

I gave Katherine a brief, knowing glance. The woman reluctantly nodded at me. Great. We have personal cannon fodder if things get hotter.

"Marcel Gerard, ruler of the city, forbade the witches of my coven to use any magic. We want your help. Especially your brother's."

"Niklaus? You have to make him go to town first. And as far as I know, she's not in the mood for any outings right now."

"Even if he gets a message from her?"

"Your mother didn't teach you not to point at people?"I growled at her as she did it again. "Besides, I didn't text… You have my phone, don't you?" I asked, realizing it was their only way of contacting the hybrid. The woman tossed me my phone with a sly smirk.

"Read." I scowled but followed her instructions anyway, wondering what it was that would make him stick his nose out of Mystic Falls.

"I need you, Klaus. New Orleans. Witches cemetery. Please help me. Yeah. I can already tell you that he won't come. We're waiting here for no reason."

"And why is that?"

"This news reeks of a damsel in distress from a mile away. I would never write to him like that. I also doubt if he even cares what happens to…" I stopped when I heard someone's scream in the distance. A man mentioned earlier had burst in with blood on his hands and lips.

Well… mistakes happen.

"Great! Now that we're all here, we can start. We need your help." The woman began to explain the whole thing about Marcel and the witches. Everything was clear except for one thing.

"And where exactly is my role in this Machiavellian plan of yours?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And who said I would agree to it instead of just killing you all and taking Y/N out of here?"

"I can take myself and KATHERINE out, Klaus. I don't need your help."

"Oh, do you?" he took a few steps towards me to stand in front of me. I snorted, returning his dark gaze. There's no way I'll be afraid of him.

"That's how we get to the main topic." Sophie paused, catching our attention again. Klaus stood next to his brother, giving the witch his famous sinister look while he was waiting for her to continue. "You see, I have a special gift for knowing when a woman is pregnant."

"And how exactly is this fact important to us?"

"She's carrying Klaus' child."

I broke the sudden silence in the crypt with a very loud laugh.

"And you're insane or a very, very bad liar."

"I'm telling the truth! You're pregnant with his child." she tried desperately to convince us.

"Vampires can't procreate, ergo, I am not in any false pregnancy."

"Vampires can't. But werewolves can. And Klaus is both."

"That's ridiculous. Klaus, say something! She didn't tell the truth, did she?" I tried to find support from the speechless Klaus. By the way, I think it was the first time I saw him without words.

"Y/N, be quite for a second."

"What? Elijah, are you believing her?" the man responded with nothing, staring at me with a strange look.

Klaus walked over to me. He stopped a few steps in front of me, staring at my belly as if he was hypnotized.

"I can hear it." he whispered, looking at me in disbelief.

"Hear what?"

"The baby's heart."

"What? But... it's impossible." I suddenly felt my heart beating much faster, as I was unable to catch my breath properly.

"It is. Like being a hybrid or a witch without her own magic. And yet we're here. And we gonna have a baby."

"No. That's a lie. I... we... I need fresh air." I avoided the brothers standing in front of me and headed the way Klaus had come from earlier. Unfortunately, one of these witches blocked my way and grabbed my arm tightly.

"You're not going anywhere until we settle the details of our deal." right after she said that, I felt her hand being removed from me. I was pulled against someone's strong chest. The familiar smell of Klaus' perfume brought me a momentary sense of relief.

"Touch her again, and I'll make sure that's the last thing you gonna do before I take your miserable life away from you." Klaus growled, tightening his protective grip on me and scouring the present witches with a hostile glare.

"Calm down, both of you. Neither of you will have any use for her if she faints here. Klaus, take her outside. Elijah and I will take care of everything."

Klaus glanced at Elijah. His brother nodded, encouraging him to leave. The hybrid took my hand gently and led us out onto the streets of New Orleans. We stopped in a square. Klaus sat me down on a bench and knelt in front of me, carefully watching me take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm down.

When I was sure my magic wouldn't suddenly blow up the whole city, I opened my eyes tentatively to meet the vampire's concerned gaze. I swallowed, turning my eyes away from him. He was still kneeling in front of me with his hands on my lap.

"Are you better?"

"I think so." I glanced at him nervously, fiddling with the bracelets on my wrist to internally brace myself for asking the original thousand-year-old hybrid about something incredibly... stupid. "Can you... go to the one place with me?"

"Are you sure you want to go back there, love?" I shivered when I heard this familiar nickname. I missed this. Klaus misread my reaction as he shrugged off his leather jacket and covered me with it.

"Thanks. I don't want to go back there. I think, well, I need to be perfectly sure it's true that..." I stopped, unable to say the words aloud. It would have been too real then, and right now I couldn't accept even the slightest possibility.

"That we're going to be parents?"

"Yhm. Will you go with me to the gynecologist? I don't want to do this alone."

"Anything you want, love. I'll check the address." he sat next to me and started searching for the location of the nearest clinic on his phone.

As we sat together in silence, I began to wonder at the absurdity of this situation. And the improbable, rational behavior of the hybrid sitting next to me.

"Klaus?" I asked, yanking him off the phone for a moment.

"Yes?"

"You're not... you know. Crazy about this? Or something like that. I mean... I thought you gonna ask me if it's yours, of course if it even exist, but still. You're so... calm. Like not you."

"Would you rather me to run mad around town and deny our baby?" I chuckled, imagining his lunatic walk through the streets.

"No. To be honest, I would have expected something like that than this, but it's a nice surprise. It's enough that one of us is scared to death. Thank you for keeping a cold head."

"Don't get used to it, love. C'mon. I know where to go."

In less than five minutes, we got to the building and waited in line. There were many other people in the waiting room, but what caught my attention the most was a couple sitting in the corner. Husband and wife. The woman was probably in her third trimester (or had quadruplets. God, please let me have only one if there are any.) The man whispered something tenderly into her belly, and she smiled at him with just as much adoration. Involuntarily, I imagined Klaus and myself in this situation. I glanced at the tense vampire next to me. He was also staring at the couple.

"Y/N Y/S?"

"It's me."

"Are you going alone or do you have any company, dear?"

"My boyfriend is coming with me." I said, taking Klaus' hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an amused smirk on his lips. We started walking hand in hand behind the doctor. The vampire leaned toward me.

"Boyfirend, huh?" he whispered in my ear, clearly pleased with the situation.

"Don't get used to it, love." I repeated his earlier words, trying to imitate his tone of voice. The man chuckled, politely following the doctor with me.

I had to admit that it was funny to watch Klaus in such a... strange situation. His nervous, slightly stressed demeanor gave me courage as I lay there waiting for the ultrasound results. The cold gel tickled slightly, but I gritted my teeth, waiting for the final confirmation of my fate.

"There it is. That's your baby. Congratulations!"

Klaus put his hand on my shoulder and leaned gently toward the small screen. I stared at the tiny speck as if it were enchanted. It really was happening. I will be a mother.

"Do you want to hear your baby's heartbeat?"

"Could you give us first a second alone, doctor?" Klaus spoke as he saw me still staring blankly at the screen.

"Of course. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Oh, my God. It's real. We'll have a baby." I choked out after a few seconds of silence between us.

"You took that information really quickly, love."

I punched him lightly on the shoulder, finally turning my attention to the man standing next to me.

"Stop joking with me. Aren't you scared? I mean, a few hours ago we were on the other side of the country, living our lives, and now we're looking at some stain, which is our baby. Are you that calm, or am I being dramatic?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but I know we're going to figure it out. Maybe if it were someone other than you, I would be paranoid and mad, but it's you. With you by my side? Nothing can go wrong." I burst into tears at his emotional confession. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

"Come here, you idiot." I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled into him. "I hope Katherine got our things back."

"Yes. Speaking about her..." he said, moving away from me to look at my face.

"She is staying with me and you're not going to kill her." I said it in a tone that left no room for any objection. It's been 500 years; whatever conflict there was between them should be over by now.

"Absolutely not."

"Yes? So be prepared that if this little one is a girl, she'll be named after aunt Katherine, who couldn't be there for her mom because her dad is acting like he's on his period."

"You know you've been pregnant for a few hours, and you're already using it against me?" he asked resignedly. The grimace on his face was a clear sign of my victory.

"Get used to it. You're stuck with me for a while."

"I think I can work with that. Let's go home. I think uncle Elijah and Katherine will want to see the first photo of the newest member of the Mikaelson family."

~•♤♤♤•~

*Two months leter*

"Good morning, Y/N"

"Morning Elijah." I grunted from my book, never taking my eyes off the text I was reading.

"Have you eaten yet? Want me to make you pancakes?"

"Actually..." I didn't have time to answer, because an extremely happy hybrid came out of the kitchen with a large tray on which was my breakfast.

Elijah looked at his brother in disbelief as he sat comfortably next to me on the couch and began feeding me with a fork while I continued to read my book as if nothing had happened.

"Niklaus. Can you explain?" his brother was shifting his bewildered gaze between us.

"His werewolf hormones tell him to look after me. So when I told him I wasn't having breakfast today because I didn't want to stand in this heat by the stove, he made it his morning's main goal to make me a decent meal. At least Marcel and the witches will get some rest from him today."

"Werewolf hormones?" very amused Kol entered the living room, staring at the hybrid with a malicious smirk.

"Yes, brother. Werewolf hormones." Klaus' cool tone caught my attention away from the book.

"Of course... your werewolf hormones. So that's what they call it now. Just don't flood Y/N with this sudden tenderness, or the girl will get scared and run away from you again." before Klaus could make any move towards his younger brother, I grabbed his hand and moved him so that I could get more comfortable on his chest.

"He is weird." I commented as I took a grape from the bowl and popped it into Klaus' mouth, much to Elijah's astonishment.

"Weird? No. Just a little joker. I have to go now. I'll meet you later, Niklaus. Please, don't start without me."

"Do I want to know what he was talking about?" I asked, giving him a curious look.

"It depends. Will you get angry?"

"If it has to do with that teenage witch, Davina, that your adopted son treats like a daughter? Probably." his silence was an answer enough. I pulled away from him, eyeing him disapprovingly.

"Klaus."

"Yes, love?"

"Promise me you're not going to hurt her."

"And what does it matter? I'm not Elijah, how sure are you that I'll keep my word?" my angry look, however, fortunately made him give up. "Alright. She'll be fine." he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you. On the way back, you can stop by the store and buy me more chocolate and ice cream."

"As you wish."

He got up from the couch, placed a quick kiss on my already-showing belly, and left the living room, passing Rebekah as she entered. His sister looked at me curiously.

"What?" I asked, fed up with her penetrating gaze.

"Nothing. You two seemd very... compatible with each other. I'm impressed."

"Well, he's the father of my baby. We have to get along. For the baby's sake, it's best if we're friends."

"Surely." she hummed, completely unconvinced.

"Rebekah. What do you mean?"

"I mean that "just friends" wouldn't act that way. My brother never treated anyone with such affection. He's doing everything he can to impress you. For a bloody hell, he even changed his plan to take over the city for you!"

"She is right." Katherine walked past her and threw herself on the couch next to me. "He does everything he can think of to make you fall in love with him. For example, that "almost date" at the best restaurant in New Orleans last week. Or the fact that you've been given unlimited access to his credit cards, safes, stashes of clothes, and God knows what else. Or that weekend out of town so you could relax. Do you think they seriously didn't have a second room with two beds in the hotel?"

"Nik used the one bed trope? He's even more desperate than I previously thought." Rebekah snorted as she poured herself a glass of whiskey.

"Even if what you say is true, which I doubt, I have no intention of changing anything. Klaus and I work well as friends, and for the sake of this child, we will continue to be them so."

"So you don't love him back?" Rebekah questioned, coming to me, so she could stay in front of me. Her evaluative look somehow made me feel guilty.

"It doesn't matter what I want or feel. The most important thing for me is my child and I will do everything to ensure at least a little normality for them. If Klaus and I tried to be together and it didn't work out... At least this child deserves reasonably normal parents."

"What if you were happy together and created a loving family? Wouldn't that be better for everyone?"

"It's not worth the risk, Bekah." I replied, getting up from the couch to escape the inconvenient conversation with the original vampire.

"Risk of what?"

Losing him.

I didn't answer as I left the room. I decided to hide in the library for the rest of the day and try to forget the doubts the blonde had stirred up in me.

But my wild imagination did not give up so easily. I began to consider a possible relationship with Klaus. Despite what I told the girls, I wasn't blind to Klaus'… flirtatious remarks and behavior. I saw every long, stolen glance at me, every quick look at my lips during any conversation, and most of all, the longing shining in his eyes that was so similar to mine and that I somehow managed to hide from him.

I wanted to spend my life with him. But I also knew that I'm not enough to keep him away from his scheming and fighting for power. For the good of this baby, I had to be content with being his formal one-night stand and friend at best. Even if my heart yearned for him every single day.

Thinking about my unattainable future, I didn't even notice when I got to the library. But I certainly saw two people kissing in the room.

Klaus and Camille. At least he cleared up all my doubts.

I was probably the only one who noticed how my heart shattered into a million pieces. At least until Klaus pulled away from her, confused, and spotted me in the doorway.

"Y/N." he whispered, terrified.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt… I'll leave you alone."

"No! Y/N, wait!" he shouted, trying to get to me, but before he got even a step closer, I used my magic to teleport myself to a New Orleans street.

I leaned against the building next to me as the first post-teleport symptoms started to hit me and my head started spinning a bit. I shouldn't have done it while being pregnant, but well… I couldn't stay in the same room with these two any longer.

Once I had recovered, I decided to order myself a hot chocolate and sit with it in the park to collect my thoughts. I had to come up with some clever, eloquent way out of this predicament. And most of all, refrain from crying.

Thinking about this situation, after all, everything happened as I wanted. Klaus had found someone else to adore, so I could stop worrying about the deterioration of my relationship with the Mikaelsons.

We would be friends.

Just as I wished.

The only problems were my stupid broken heart and festering feelings of jealousy.

I wiped a tear running down my cheek with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I shook my head, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Something that stupid couldn't get me off balance. I had to be strong. If not for myself, then at least for this little one.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pants pocket and glanced at the screen to see the photo of Klaus sleeping with me on the couch that I had set as his contact picture.

I remembered that night. It was one of the first month at the Mikaelson Mansion and also my favorite.

"Can't sleep?" Klaus stepped out of the shadows to stand in front of the fireplace, which flames I had been staring at earlier.

"Not even tried."

"May I?" he asked, pointing to the blanket that covered me. I nodded, opening the hem so he could slip into the space next to me. He put his arm around me, moving us into a more comfortable position. One of his hands automatically went to my slightly rounded belly. I sighed, resting my head against his shoulder, and returned to staring at the flames of the fire. "What's bothering you?"

"Remember when Tyler kidnapped me and…"

"Please tell me you're not going to lecture me again about how I shouldn't have attacked Elijah." he interrupted me with a groan of displeasure.

"I'm not, but your brother didn't deserve this. Even if he was talking some shit about you. You knew I would never believe it."

"You wouldn't?"

"Of course not. You always try to protect your family, not always in a good way, I have to admit, but still, I know you would never use your own child for your games. I trust you." he tightened his grip on me and cleared his throat.

"It's good to know you're at least on my side, love."

"Your siblings too. If you'd just let them in, maybe you'd see it too, but that's a topic for another time."

"I know better ways to spend my free time with you, love. One of them brought us to this situation." he smiled slyly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Very funny, but we have to talk about something serious."

"I'm sorry. What are you thinking about?"

"Have you ever thought about whether there is a chance for our child to be… a tribrid?"

"Tribrid?" he asked, confused, stopping to play with my hair.

"You know. You're half vampire, half werewolf; I'm a witch, siphon, but still… Can our baby inherit all of this from us?"

"They might as well only have the gene of a werewolf, a witch, a vampire, or a hybrid. I think all options are possible. Maybe in my mother's grimoire we can find the answer to that question. These books are as old as the world."

"You can include the birth of a miracle baby in your search. I hope we won't summon a demon into the world." I joked, turning slightly to look at his face again.

"I thought you already knew that the demon has been walking around this world for a long time, and you're cuddling with him on the couch. By the way, it's our search."

"Our? You seriously want to just give me access to your mother's precious books? The same ones that have so much knowledge inside them that you won't let any other witch see them whole, or even your siblings?" I was shocked. I would never in my life expect something like this from him, but on the other hand, he has done astonishing things many times before.

"You're different."

"Like how?"

"I trust you."

"You did?" I whispered after a few seconds of silence. Those words were more striking than three others of equal importance he might have said to me. Klaus doesn't trust people that easily, I think he falls in love with them more often…

"You wouldn't be the first to hear about all my plans if I didn't. Besides, you're the mother of my heir..."

"Keep treating your family like a fucking dynasty, and you'll have to buy me a crown and my own castle." I cut him off when I heard that horrible term for our baby.

"Why do you need a castle when you already have your throne, love?"

"You're impossible." I chuckled at this awful attempt at flirting.

"That's why you like me."

"Maybe." I yawned suddenly, unaware of how tired I was. I felt the hybrid's soft, warm lips against my hair before both the blanket cocoon and his grip tightened around me.

"Sleep. I'll stay with you and I will chase away your nightmares."

"How did you know?" I asked, feeling him gently brush away the strands of hair that had fallen over my eyes.

"I know you. Besides, I can hear everything through these thin walls. I would rather hear your screams for other reasons than nightmares."

"Deviant."

"Only yours." I heard as if through a haze before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The next day, Katherine found us sleeping together and took a picture of us. One of my favorites.

Before I could answer the phone, I felt someone snatch it from my hand, and something hit my head at breakneck speed, knocking me out. Stupid witches.

~•♤♤♤•~

~A few hours later~

I was kneeling in front of the crib that Katherine and Rebekah had set up after the whole witches' fiasco. After those damn witches kidnapped me, they cast some strange spell on me and the baby to speed up her (as it turned out) growth and thus her birth.

A few hours ago, I was a human pregnant with a hybrid. Now I was a heretic, the mother of the thyrbid, the most powerful creature on earth.

I guess life with the Mikaelsons was all about sudden, unexpected changes. At least they weren't boring.

Elijah, Kol, Klaus, and Marcel were running around the city, killing the last witches who had allied with Esther. Rebekah and Katherine have been delegated to look after me and the baby until the boys get the hang of the situation. A bit sexist, but I didn't have the energy to argue about it. Not after I so impressively returned to the graveyard and killed half the coven.

After feeding on the blood from the bag, the girls gave me a moment alone with my sleeping daughter. Her first day in this world, and she was already trying to get killed.

"Y/N." Klaus' tired sigh snapped me out of my thoughts. For the first time in hours, I shifted my gaze to something other than my daughter and met a face as tired and bloodstained as mine.

"Hi." he knelt uncertainly beside me, glancing at the baby sleeping in the cradle.

"She is beautiful. So similar to you." he whispered softly, afraid he would wake her up at any moment.

"She has a look of the devil in her eyes. That's all you."

The girl stirred in her sleep, as if hearing us talk about her. Two loving, child-infatuated looks appeared on Klaus' and mine's faces.

"She needs a name. You made a decision?"

"I was thinking about Zoe and Caitlyn. But I think we both know that Katherine Jr. is the best fit for her."

"God no." I chuckled, trying not to wake the baby after seeing his terrified look..

"Got a counterproposal?"

"Hope."

"Hope. That's actually nice. Hope Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson?"

"What? Are you not the father?" I asked teasingly.

"I'm but... I thought you'd want her to have your last name."

"Mikaelson suits her better." I replied with a shrug.

"Well, then I guess it will be Hope Y/N Mikaelson." I smiled at him, resting my head tiredly on his shoulder. We both stared in awe at the new member of the Mikaelson family.

"How did you come to that? Hope?"

"With Elijah's little help. When I found you… dead. Elijah said that I ruined our family's last hope by making out with this bartender, which, by the way, is not exactly true."

"Klaus..."

"No. Let me finish. I've never been so helpless and scared in all my life as I was a few hours ago. Never, not even in the worst, darkest moments of my life, have I been so broken, so despairing, than when I held your dead body. Whatever you think now, whatever you feel, the truth has to be told. I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you, and each day only brings me closer to you. You're the only one who can make me so mad, terrified, or happy. You taught me unconditional love, and even if you don't share my feelings, I want you to know that you completely changed me. It will be my life's purpose to make sure that our daughter and you are safe and satisfied." I stared at him with tears in my eyes, listening to his touching confession.

"I was so mad at you and Camille, but... I can't blame her; falling for you is as easy as breathing. Not when I did it a long time ago."

"You did?"

"Yes. And I don't want to hide it anymore. I can't hide it anymore. As I turned into vampire, everything I feel for you since all this time is more intensive. My desires, my love, and my longing - I feel them so much that I can't even imagine spending one more hour without your words, touch, or kiss. I don't want to live in a world where we're just friends. So if you promise that this is forever, then I..."

Klaus cut me off, pulling me into a longing, long-expected, passionate kiss. I moaned into his mouth, pulling him as close as possible by the strands of his hair. At one point, I bit his lip until it bled. My new ability was immediately activated. My fangs slid out of my gums by themselves, digging into his lip and sucking more of his delicious, sweet blood. We broke apart when we were completely out of breath. Klaus licked his lips, staring lustfully at my black-veined face and bloody mouth.

"I promise. You're mine. For always and forever, love."

"And you're mine. For always and forever."

"Aw... Congratulations, Nik! It only took you one child to make her yours. I thought it would take you at least three." Kol suddenly appeared in the doorway, interrupting our moment.

Klaus growled at him and threw the baby monitor at his brother. Kol dodged at the last second and tossed the device back at him, sticking out his tongue before he ran as fast as his legs could take him. I giggled, drawing the hybrid into a tender kiss.

Yeah, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

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Katherine: Between Rebekah, Stefan, Bonnie, and Elena if you had to, who would you punch?

Y/n: No one! They are my friends I wouldn't punch any of them!

Katherine: Elena?

Y/n: Yeah, but I don't know why...

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BEAUTY AND THE HYBRID - Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction

summary: the slip of burlap rope brings an unsuspecting girl into the arms of a vicious, bloodthirsty creature.

warnings: mentions of ab*se, stockholm syndrome, captivity, dea*h, and violence.

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four

“C’mon sugarpea, wake up now. Wake up.”

The light is blinding but I’m tucked away, cozy in darkness with no pain… only the sound of my mother’s warm voice.

“Apple darlin’, Birdie… c’mon now Apple, Birdie’s callin’ for ya.”

I startle awake with a gasp, the remnants of my mother’s words reminding me that the tucked away darkness is far from a loving dream. I’m not home on the scratchy, deflated air mattress. I’m not waking up to the radio purring and Joel snoring. No.

No.

No no no no no no no.

They got me, they fucking got me.

Fear clutches at me like a snake starved, suffocating me, breaking all my bones and rendering them to be useless, shaky things.

Trembling as I sit up, my fingertips are purpled. Funnily, the last thing I remember is my continuous fall on the pavement. That’s only because, all I can think about is Birdie— and how she’s not here beside me.

All that surrounds me is cold, gray brick walls. A pathetic mattress on the floor, a chain round my wrist, the other three for my remaining limbs left untethered. There’s a sink in the corner, and a toilet. Only close enough for me to crawl to. The chain is heavy.

There’s a window, it seems closer to the ceiling above than me. I take in my surroundings with dread swimming in my chest.

I’m hostage.

Chained up by a psychopath that my sister stabbed, my sister. My body chills, he must’ve killed her by now— otherwise she’d be here… that or, or worse.

I hug my knees to my chest and cannot stop the sobs from suffocating me. They’re harsh, because with each cry— my body begins to ache again.

I choke upon my air and upon my tears, my hands clutching desperately at my midsection where there is bandage wrapped tightly around.

I have to get up.

I am certain it looks pathetic, I let out a cry as I make it to my feet. My ankle hisses in pain, nearly bringing me right back down to the cement once more… but one thought of Birdie and I manage.

I limp, slowly, but my palms- bandaged too, fall on each edge of the ceramic sink. I am hunched over, breaths labored and a mere chore to breathe. I manage eventually, lifting my head up to see my reflection in the small, round mirror.

My god…

A bandage is wrapped tight round my head, my eyes are red and bruised, they are dark. I look more pallid than usual, and my lips are parched and split in two. There’s a nasty slice on my alabaster cheek, falling from the arch of my brow… it’s held together with two thin bandages.

My fingertips are curious, grazing the fresh wounds but regretting it soon after. I wince in pain, like lemon and salt rubbed in wound.

The faucet is squeaky and old, but it works. The water is cold and welcome— I use my free hand to cup some in my palm and devour it.

I am so thirsty.

The droplets are licked from my lip with my eager tongue, and I can only stand for a moment longer before feeling dizzy once more. I stumble to the mattress, bumping a small tray and gasping when I hear a clatter of metal as I do.

Hmm.

Tired gaze floats to the sound, it’s a syringe— full but unused. At least, I only hope it’s unused. I’m curious.

I gather it in my fingertips and examine the faded marker scribbled upon it.

HYDRAMORPHINE (ADRENALINE)

Christ.

Did they shoot me with this? No wonder I’m not knocked out still. I prick my fingertip with the needle, falling back on the mattress and twirling it between my fingers.

I can feel the warmth plaguing my eyes before I can stop it, flooding my view of the window at the height of the ceiling. So far away.

What have I done?

Trying to sniffle back the tears does nothing but make them fall harder, gentle sobs now.

All I wanted was to give Birdie and Joel a better life. Warm beds and plentiful meals and medicine and all the things they could ever desire. Like mom did.

Look where trying to be mom got me.

Almost dead, ironically.

I fear Birdie is facing that fate, and it chills me. Thinking about her, if she is alive— I know she’s so scared. It’s all my fault.

I close my eyes tight, imagining what she’d be doing if she were here right now with me.

“Apple, get the fuck up. We’re gettin’ the fuck out of here.”

I let out what can only be described as half of a weak laugh and half of a strong sob at that thought, I know her so well it is as if her voice is programmed permanently within my head.

“Oh god…” I breathe, clawing at the ache in my chest tight and praying for it to dissipate.

My mother’s words echo.

“Birdie’s callin’ for ya…”

Brave Birdie. Scared, alone…

I can’t let that happen.

My eyes fall down to the needle in my hands, an idea blossoms at the sight.

I may be very stupid, but I’d rather take my chances with a mysterious drug than sit here like wounded prey ready to be slaughtered.

I’m gonna take it.

Adrenaline is what I need. I’ll die here, weak and exhausted otherwise.

There’s no instruction, just a painful looking needle. My wrist aches as I bend it forward, it’s most definitely fractured or worse— the same wrist bound by chain.

“Okay apple, okay…” I whisper, allowing my breaths to become meaningful and with thought.

“One… two…”

I don’t allow three to come before slamming the needle down into my skin, puncturing it immediately and blossoming my very being back to life, back to a mode of survival.

Woah.

My heart speeds, faster than it ever has. Pounding rapidly against my chest like a caged animal ready to run free. The world erupts in color, and everything is melted in to tunnel vision.

The throbbing in my head goes quiet.

I need to get out of here.

I need to find Birdie.

The pain dissipates, I feel nothing but urgency and determination coursing through my bones. My breaths are heavy and quick, and I can hear them within my own ears- they are loud.

I’m on my feet, the pain in my ankle and wrist only a buzz of pins and needles now.

Searching, seeking.

The sink.

If I can climb upon the sink, I can throw the chain around the window lock and climb.

I slide the cotton socks from my feet with my free hand and hastily make my way over to the sink, climbing atop the ceramic and executing my plan to perfection. I don’t take the time to celebrate.

Tunnel vision.

The climb makes me cry out, my wrist betraying me thrice but regardless? I make it.

I think of Birdie each time I slip.

Another lock from the inside, I only hope clicking this one won’t cause me regret. I push the window upwards and a spring holds it there— the cool breeze is familiar but it’s not the breeze of Mystic Falls, I am certain. This breeze is more lively, less dull.

It kisses my mangled cheeks hello, pulling me closer. I tremble now as I glance down. The fall isn’t necessarily close but… it’s manageable. It has to be. For Birdie.

“Okay… okay.”

Time slows, a deep breath in and I take a moment to listen to the owl crying in the distance. As if he warns me to go back inside. I can’t.

I have to do this.

I pull up and drop the excess of the chain down to the grass below, I cannot think about this jump. If I do? I’ll coward. So I don’t.

I only allow one deep breath more before I leap.

A gasp becomes me, then? The snap of metal chain by the force of the fall. More dreadfully, a pop.

“Agh! Fuuuuuck!”

My ankle, surely dislocated now.

The adrenaline, coursing.

I have to put it back.

My hands are weak, my cries loud- but once again? I don’t think, just push.

The pain shoots upwards, and I bite down on the skin of my shoulder to muffle my indication of it.

It feels off, but it will have to do.

Tunnel vision. Birdie.

I don’t know where I’m going, only that I’m going far. My leg drags itself behind me as I rush in a pathetic limp.

A parking lot, lit by iridescent streetlights.

I cry out as I near it, the pain beginning to feel louder than the tunnel vision— regardless? I make it there.

My head snaps around in all directions, searching for something, anything.

“Please god.”

A blue car, lonely in the corner, but it’s not the car itself I see. It’s the glistening metal atop it. Glorious in its stagnant state.

Keys.

I rush forward, trying not to allow my thorned ankle to slow me. It doesn’t— because I keep thinking of Birdie. Of my mom’s voice, the diner, all of it.

My hands tremble, the hope flooding my senses as I reach the car and grab my exit from atop it.

I try and fit the key inside but my body, it’s betraying me again. Shaking, viciously. I’m in a cloth nightgown, skin bare and bandaged and adrenaline coursing through me. It’s cold here, ice cold. I can see my own breaths.

I can’t do it. I try to breathe, but my next attempt lands the keys on the pavement.

“Oh, fuck.” I mutter, exasperated, carefully kneeling to gather them. The cool metal meets my fingertips, and I sigh. I’ll just try again.

“Hello love.”

I know that voice.

My body renders itself frozen, and when I turn… there he stands.

The fallen angel.

His hair is messy, as if it has been tousled with. His suit is unbuttoned and wrinkled, polar opposite of my captor, and his collar and stubble is stained red.

His lips and teeth, they’re red too. He must’ve been in a nasty brawl with someone. They clearly got a good jab at him.

He towers over me, a smile or— smirk on his lips and an expression I can’t pinpoint swimming in his eyes. Amusement? It can’t be.

I don’t give myself time to think about it, I simply relax.

He’s here, it’s another stroke of luck. The kind man from the diner who saved me from falling on my ass, he’s somehow here.

“Oh thank god!” I cry, stumbling to my feet— the movement is too quick and brings me forward. The maple and bourbon floods my senses soon as my nose grazes his collar, I grip it tightly between my palms.

I don’t want to let go.

I look up at him, the warmth of his hand splayed against my back to stable me and keep me close to the heat of him is welcome. Like a hug after all of this madness. His golden eyes gaze down at me, that smirk still present.

My tears flood, voice guttural.

“Please, please you have to help me! They’re crazy, they’re monsters. T-they took my sister and they chained me up in this horrible room! Please!” I cry, not even recognizing the sound of my own voice. It’s desperate, pleading.

“Aww, shh shh shh.” He soothes, the honey in his voice erupting goosebumps upon my neck. His free hand moves to stroke my hair back, pressing my head against his chest. It is bare, shirt unbuttoned around it— golden hair peeks from it, he’s soft. He’s safe.

My tears soak his skin, lips trembling against it,

“Please… please you have to help me. I need to find her. I need help….” I whisper, clutching the fabric of his suit tighter in my fingers.

“Yes I know, sweetheart. Tell me now, what did these big bad monsters look like? Hmm?” His hand still strokes my head.

Images of jet black hair and decapitated waitresses flood my memory.

“He- he was tall! And had raven hair so dark it looked like the night… he was cruel and vicious and had horrible, soulless eyes. He— he…”

El… they called him “El! … t-that’s what he goes by I think.”

“El?” He tries.

“Yes, El.” I confirm. I know it, I remember.

“Hmm. My my sweetheart, what a horrible evening you’ve had. El… that wouldn’t be short for Elijah would it?”

…

How—?

Time stops for a moment, my breaths shaky but quiet. I gulp, my heart slowing.

It can’t be.

I am cautious, slow and shaky as I tilt my head downward, pressing my ear against his chest. He keeps stroking my head.

There’s no heartbeat.

The memory of gray veins and sharp fangs ready to sink into me in the van constrict me.

A monster.

I chill again, but not because of the air, rather because of my suspicion. Slowly, daringly I lift my chin up to face him. He’s smirking down at me… he IS amused.

“H-how do you know that?”

He laughs.

Oh god.

Him. It’s him. He took me.

My face drops, I know he sees it.

Oh god…

“No… no- no this can’t be happening.”

Even though I speak to myself, he listens. He responds.

“I’m afraid it is love. You know I’m quite impressed you managed to make that jump. If only you’d been faster with those pesky keys, hmm?”

I release him immediately, stumbling backward till my back meets the car. I am trembling, again.

My fingertips raise to cover my eyes.

“Mm mm, no— no!” I sob.

“Oh at ease my darling, at least you’re alive. Lucky lucky you, don’t know if we can say the same for your sister though.”

I gasp, his mocking words confirming all of my horrified suspicions. My arms wrap round my midsection, clutching tightly at it as I try to breathe again.

“I don’t know just how vicious Elijah can be these days, I do know that your dear sibling did get a nice jab at him. That won’t make him too happy.”

He steps forward, and all of the sudden I feel trapped by the car instead of saved by it. I move my face away from him, he is an unwelcome presence now. His fingers chase me. Stroking the bandage that has lifted from my cheek.

“Look at you, sweet girl. How delicate, how stupid you are.”

His thumb swipes softly at my tears as he shushes me and it is now that all I can smell on him is blood and it is putrid. It’s not his own.

Birdie.

I push him away from me and stand taller.

“No- no where the FUCK is she?”

I regret my outburst immediately once his thumb and index meet my chin, pinching it between them. It’s immediate.

“If you’ve got any brain at all in that beautiful head of yours— you’ll never speak to me like that again. Do you understand me?”

His voice is a loud, commanding and horrifying sound.

He shakes my chin when I don’t answer, and a glance at the bloody man before me swells my vision with tears again.

He works with the devil that took my sister.

I’m reluctant, but I have to answer. If I’m dead, any chance of saving Birdie is no chance at all.

“Yes.” I spit through clenched teeth.

He accepts it, I know this because he releases my chin.

“Good then. If you only behave, things will be much easier. Come on love, back to your room you go.”

No. No no no no no.

“Please, no please don’t make me go back in there.”

It’s empty and caged and lonely. It’s horrible. It’s missing Birdie.

I’m a fool for thinking he will listen, but I’m only human after all. Unlike this vicious creature before me.

The man shakes his head at me, he looks exasperated. As if I have somehow worn his patience thin by just standing before him. Warm palms press against my cheeks.

“Oh sweetheart… as amusing as this all is to me, and as fun as it has been to play with you— I’ve got many of things to attend to. You know, evil and horrible big bad monster duties. No more of this, you’re to return with me to your room with no quarrel or cry.”

I see his pupils expand as he speaks, it startles me. It’s inhuman, unnatural. He’s monstrous. Yet for some reason— I cannot refuse his words or fight him anymore. I’m exhausted.

I am to return to my room with him with no quarrel or cry.

I do just that.

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📖: wildest dreams, book 1

🫶: Klaus Mikaelson

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👥: Averlynn St.Clair, Klaus & Kol Mikaelson

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Test subject 'ANk'

Nova was born some time in the year 1985 not knowing an exact date because her father doesn't remember due too, well you know insanity.

Hope you enjoy!!!!!( to anyone who does not know anything about the greek gods if a mortal looks at their true form it causes them to go mad which is what happened to mackinze.) Sorry for not posting sooner lol if there are any grammar mistakes just let me know!!

Summary: One year before Nova's escape.

Tw: Abuse, mentions of torture and violence

Log start, "Hello again my name is Mackinze Maximus Kane and this is log 234, the day is September 15, of 2002, today was a complete failure the only thing I was abke to accomplish today was some more blood samples from test subject 'ANk' . The subject has been restless all day, it has not stopped yelling and crying, despite the multiple attempts to administrator some sleep medication it did not work, I should know by now that it will never work. I have been trying all sorts of different sleeping medications for many many years but to no avail. It seems that the healing properties in the subjects blood prevents its body from being put under completely.. if my hypothesis is correct then it mean that it's power or mind subconsciously protects itself from becoming....."too vulnerable."

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Pacing around his office nearly buring a hole into the carpet was the mad man Mackinze M. Kane. He seemes breathless and jumpy as he relayed the days events into his voice log. Mackinze was quite a special person. being a renound neurosurgeon and field medic, his astounding work was known all through out the countries big wig hospitals and small medical hospitals, if you found yourself in your nearest walk in clinic mention the name and watch as the doctors and nurses light up in joy and remembrance of the great surgeon. Veterans who knew the name Mackinze Maximus Kane would stand up and salute his bravery and his never yielding spirit commenting on his intense focus and shear tenacity.

He was well built man, very handsome too, all the ladies fawed over him, and if given the chance any lady in there right mind would have made him their husband on the spot. His dirty brown hair was always slicked back with what seemed liked ten pounds of hair gel. Despite that fact it made him look good, orderly and mature. His forest green eyes were always bright and optimistic, always shing with possibilities of new discoveries and adventures. He was an extremely nice man one loved by everyone around him.

But...that was a long time ago before he met her, the love of his life, 'Amara' and after he met her he just....disappeared, people searched and searched, but he was nowhere to be found.

If you have the gull to ask some say he went missing in action after returningto the field. Some say he ran away with his bride to a knew country to start a new life. Others think his new bride killed him and got away with it, but there are only 2 people in the entire world whi know the truth that would be Mackinze himself, and his test subject daughter Nova Kane.

Unbeknownst to the world 'Amara' has been gone for a very long time, a little bit after Mackinze disappeared from the public eye she showed up with a baby claiming it was his and then disappeares forever. It left him in a daze, to see her standing there emitting so much light while holding a bundle of joy in her arms, but its been 17 years since Mackinze saw his wife's beautiful shining form, and because of it all that remains of Mackinze Maximus Kane is a hollow shell of a man.

His once clean cut hair over the years grew long and shaggy, greasy and matted from his refusal to keep proper care of himself. His body soon lost all its muscles causing him to be soft and squishy, not entirely weak, but hes definitely weaker than what he used to be. After years of drinking to forget himself and this life, he had obtained a beer gut one the didnt hide very well under his clothing. His forest green eyes once filled with amazing wit and optimism were now dull, almost lifeless and foggy. The green color of his eyes had been diluted, stripped of its excitement and wonder and replaced with anger and bitterness, an anger that has turned him blind to his own hate and abuse and turned him away from his own humanity.

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"The subject was very unwilling to do any test today, it keep screaming and crying at me to leave it alone." A deep sigh rumbles the man's chest, pinching the bridge of his nose to collect his thoughts he continues. "Despite not getting anything donen like i mentionedearlier, I think I have discovered a new power that test subject 'ANk' possess so today was not a total loss I guess, but this power...disturbes me." The gangly man makes his way over to his desk where his old black desktop computer resides, sitting down in his old torn up black office chair he opens his computer to pull up todays camera footage in the medical room. Pressing play he sets the voice recorder down and focuses on the screen.

The video starts and it's nothing special at first glance, it looked just like a typical medical room, abit a fake one you would probably have see in a movie because some of the machines that resided within the room were not things you would find in typical hospital room. The operating table that lied dead in the middle of the room was adorned with mental steal cuffs on its edges large and strong enough to hold someone insanely powerfull. The big sensory deprivation tank that sat in the upper right corner of the room was a big and hollowed dome of pure titanium, a small door on the front which led into the big beast was wide open almost laying and waiting for its next victim.

In the upper left corner of the room is another camera and a glass cupboard full of glass beakers, small, big, clear or not he had them all. The cupboard also contained different medications of any and all kinds, things like, paralytics, antibiotics, analgesics, and anticoagulants. If you could name it was probably in that cabinet. A little off to the right of the cupboard was a big metal rolling try filled to the brim with, scalpels, syringes, gloves, and different rags some bloody some not.

After a moments pause, muffled screams come filtering through his office speakers. The screams and cries become louder and louder as himself and the test subject (Nova) come into view and it's not a pretty sight. He was all but dragging it by it's hair as it kicked and screamed at him to let it go, the subjects legs and arms are flaling in an attempt to stop him. As recent punishment he had started to starve the test subject more than normal, it's body was frail and shriveled nearly skin and bones, the hair on its head had turned into a dull copper orange instead of its normal fire red. The punishment was starvation because he caught it trying to escape... again, the subject has been getting bolder and bolder in its attempt to escape as of late and it become somewhat troublesome for Mackinze.

The video continues to play as he begins to speak once more. "I had relized that starving test subject 'ANk' would do no good in the long run having her health drop so low has made me worried that she could become easily killable in my tests, so I decided some solitary confinement would be a better option. I tossed two full loafs of bread into the tank, in hopes it would A. Be able to stay in there long enough to recover just a tad and B. To teach it a lesson that it has no purpose, no meaning, the only purpose it serves is my purpose, it needs to learn its place."

The screaming and crying continues over his voice becoming prominent again as he stops speaking. The screen switches angles to the camera in the upper left corner of the room. Once Mackinze finally reaches the door to the tank, the subject is screaming at the top of its lungs "LET GO OF ME YOU SON OF A BITCH, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, GET OFF OF ME, LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO!!!!!" It kept saying these words over and over and over again until he picked it up and all but threw the subject into the tank. Its screams of anger turned into screams of pleas. "PLEASE, DAD STOP, PLEASE ITS ME DAD, ITS NOVA PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!!"

He doesn't spare her a second glance as he slams the door shut locking it and setting the code. There are loud and continuous bangs coming from the metal coffin but the screaming is gone cancled out by the the ferocious banging. The camera angle switches again to the camera above the main exit door, it captures Mackinze dusting himself off as he turns around and walks out of the room with a strange look upon his face.

Pausing the video he picks the recorder back up. "The test subject still seems to think there is a familiar bond between the two of us, it astounds me because that 'thing' is not my daughter despite the amount of times I've tried to instill that into its brain it still believes me to be its father.

'Taking a deep breath Mackinze scratches his scraggly beard in frustration'

We even have different blood for christ sake, the subjects blood is golden, almost glittery if you will, the blood, once abstracted, stays warm for 2 weeks after it leaves the subjects body. It has been found upon indigestion the blood can heal a mere human on the brink of death, you think a regualr humans blood could do that much less help make that?"

Mackinze moves the video along to get to where he wants too which is four hours after the subject was put into the deprivation tank. "After a small break I came back to check up on test subject, it had stopped banging on the wall of the tank thankfully and it was quiet, peaceful actually it had been some time since it been that quite in one of my labs." Chuckling to himself he plays the video again.

The video resumes from the camera above the door which has a clear view of the entire room. "I have known since it was born that test subject 'ANk' is an extremely powerfull being and if it was at its full potential I would have been dead years ago, but even after everything it's been through, after every test I've ever done, I didnt realize the subjects true will power...or it's raw strength."

The camera shows Mackinze milling about the room cleaning up the bloody rags and dirty tools.Five seconds go by on the footage before there is lound 'BANG'! rebounding around the room, the camera glitched and shook as did everything in the lab. Mackinze would have jump through the roof if he had the ablity. The camera switched to the camera in the upper left corner, it catches Mackinze spinning around and the complete look of horror on his face, another comes again 'BANG'! The camera glitches again and things started to fall to the ground, tubes, beakers, scapels, anything loose in the lab fell to the ground in ear shattering clangs. Mackinze runs to a closet next to the entrance and he appears to be rummaging around before he brings out shotgun pointing it directly at the tank. Another 'BANG'! rings through the lab more things fall and break but the unmistakable sound of groaning metal echos around the room, and now there is a gigantic dent in the lock of the tank looking exactly like the imprint of a fist. Mackinze loads his gun as quickly as he can with shaking hands and moves towards the door.

"I really didn't want to shoot my best test subject, I had come so far ive been cultivating this subject for seventeen years, it would be my end to try and start this project again, but it also hasn't been responding to me the way it used to, I think its finally decided to rebal against me, it may have thrown tantrums and tried to hurt me in the past but they were all half hearted attempts, but this, this was different." Commenting once again over the video Mackinze couldn't help but feel the goosebumps run down his spine as he relives the moment through the screen.

The angle switches for the last time to the camera above the door and there is one final 'BANG'! before the test subjects hand flew through the lock on the door. The metal around it mealting and splintering creating a gigantic hole in the doors locking system. The hand was not that of a shriveled starved being, no its was gigantic and muscular, glowing and radiating with heat that seemed very familar to Mackinze. The hand slowly retreated and in one final shove the door swung open so hard it was ripped off its hinges. The door falls to the floor in slow motion, as Mackinze advanced forward raising his gun "TEST SUBJECT 'ANk' YOU COME OUT OF THAT TANK THIS INSTANT OR I WILL GUN YOU DOWN HERE AND NOW!!!!"

A few seconds go by with nothing from the subject and Mackinze readies his gun to actually shoot but before he can speak again the slow dragging of feet could be heard within the dark tank. It only took moments for the subject to appear in the doorway, it didn't look healthy by any means but it looked better than when it had entered the chamber four hours ago. It's cheeks where full again round, cheeky, and glowing, its arms and legs putting on some mass to the point where you could no longer see her bones, its hair was no longer a copper orange but back to its fire red. Her entire body was glowing with a golden aura, emitting a blazing heat on his face and hands. Confusion was rolling all over Mackinzes face, but before he can utter another word the light surrounding the subject dimmed as did the heat, and the subjects eyes roll back into their head and they collapse to the ground.

"At this point I thought it was another ploy to escape given the fact it looked stronger, so I rang a warning shot into the tank." The video mirrors Mackinze's words with the sound of the gun going off. "However when it didn't move I figured it had exhausted all its power with those punches."

Mackinze sets the gun down slowly and approached the subject with caustion he flips the subject onto its back and deems it unconscious. Looking around the room he seems to grab a couple items from the floor.

"The subject fell too hard for my liking, I originally was planning to check for a concussion and maybe a blood sample in hopes to find and answer to her miraculous transformation, but what I saw instead was....death."

The video footage zooms in as much as it can to the subjects face, Mackinze reveals one of the items to be a small flashlight and he slowly lifts the subjects eyelid to shine the light upon it. Before he can even turn the flashlight on a faint glowing light illuminates his palms and the base of the flashlight.

"This part was a very intriguing yet a nerve-racking experience because instead of finding her normal iris her eye was...gold pure gold, it was emitting light and warmth onto my palm, like it's body had earlier. I checked the other eye and it was the same. I quickly took blood samples and stored them away as quick as I could. When I went to check the subjects eyes again after about 15 minutes its eyes where back to normal the regular green that should have been." Pausing the video Mackinze stands again opening the draw to his dest "I have no idea what happened in that tank, the blood samples I received today came back only slightly different but that was because it was reporting her growing health and not what caused the transformation in the first place, the one thing I do know is that....girl is dangerous extremely dangerous, if she was ever let into society, she would burn down the world as well know it."

Clicking the stop botton on his recorder Mackinze tosses it in to the drawer too tired to put it away properly in its case. Mackinze stares at the screen infront of him, eyes roaming the still picture of the video he can't help but feel the same way he did in that moment, scared, scared of what he created, scared of the things it could do, the abilitys he seemed to help cultivate within it are stirring and its only a matter of time before it breaks loose.

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