A/N: I do not own The Originals. Also, the whole story is told in Hayley's POV.
What was happening? I kept repeated Klaus' words in my head, Kill her and the baby. See if I care. I let the tears fall; I can't hold them in any longer. Klaus doesn't give a care in the world about me, but I think I thought that, for a very small moment, that maybe the witches were right. Maybe I was stupid enough to believe that, for once, he would care about something: his baby. I thought about everything he said he said to me; the way he made me feel. No! Stop it, Hayley! You can't do this! I thought back to when he had listened to the baby's heartbeat. He shared a connection with me. I felt it. He felt it. Then, he let it go.
Elijah looked at me; he watched the tears stream down my face. I looked up at him. "Don't worry. I won't let them hurt you." He said. I tried to smile, but I failed. He noticed this. "Niklaus will come around, Hayley." I shook my head. He turned to the witches. "I'll be back with Niklaus. Nobody touches the girl." Elijah said, sternly. I knew that Elijah was the only one willing to protect me.
"Okay, I'm outta here." I said to the witches. "Oh, no you don't. You are not going anywhere." Sophie said. "Let's get something straight here. You kidnapped me and I am going outside just to get some fresh air." I said. "Okay, fine, go. Now, before I change my mind." Sophie said, reluctantly. I quickly ran out the door, not really knowing where to look for the Mikaelson brothers. Well, half-brothers.
I walked down Bourbon Street, not really knowing where to look. That's when I heard them. I quickly ducked into an alley.
"They are manipulating me, Elijah. I will not stand for it." "So? What if they're manipulating you? If you join them, this girl and her baby- your baby, Niklaus- live. Pleas, Niklaus." "Alright. I'll do it." "Niklaus, you're making the right decision."
Quietly, I walked back to the cave, my head filled with relief, yet, at the same time confusion. Why did Klaus agree to join the witches so easily? Maybe he really cared about me. Maybe he thinks about that night just as much as I do. I can't do this! Klaus doesn't love you, Hayley! Forget about it! I let the tears out again. I didn't care that I was in front of the witches, I just let it out.
I didn't sleep to good last night. Cave rock is not exactly the most comfortable. Not to mention the fact that I cried myself to sleep. All I could think about was how the witches wanted to kill me and my baby.
"We are going to join you." A voice said. I turned around and saw Elijah. "Come on, Hayley. Come with me." I smiled, inwardly. He cares. Klaus really cares. My heart swooned.
"Here we are." Elijah said "Your room is upstairs, next to Niklaus's" I walked into my room. The furniture was beautiful wood. The bed had red sheets and a beige and red quilt. On the bed was a white nightgown. There was a closet that I walked over to. On the inside, there was an entire wardrobe of clothes. I know who bought them- Klaus. There was a private bathroom attached to my room. I was grateful for that. I quickly changed into the nightgown, after taking a quick shower, as insisted by Elijah. The bathroom was fully stocked with everything any girl would want. But I'm not that girl. I want to be independent. I got into bed and drifted off to sleep.
Around two A.M., I woke up to yelling. "Where is she!?" Klaus yelled. "Calm down, brother. And yes, she's upstairs." I heard them walking up the stairs. "Don't wake her, Niklaus." "I just want to talk to her." "She won't want to talk to you, right now." "I want to see her, Elijah."
He and Elijah opened the door and stared at me. I sat up further in bed. "I would just like to get some sleep, tonight." I smiled and I thought Klaus smiled back at me. "We'll talk in the morning, love." He came over and gave me a hug. They left the room.
That night, I fell asleep, dreaming about Klaus. I imagined him softly kissing me. I could just imagine his soft lips colliding with mine. I woke up, sweating and panting. I looked over and saw Klaus standing there, watching me sleep. "I see you can't get enough of me, Little Wolf." And just like that, he was up next to me, pinning me down on the bed, and kissed me. He was so gentle, yet so rough at the same time. He pushed me down and kissed my neck. I moaned in pleasure. "Little Wolf, I will never hurt you." He whispered. I smiled into the kiss and deepened it. I moved my hands down to his shirt hem. I quickly pulled it off. His grasped mine and ripped it off. He kissed me hard and passionately. "What the hell are you doing!?" Elijah exclaimed from the hallway. Oh, no. We were going to be in a lot of trouble.