Hello my fellow readers! If you have read or are reading my Swan Princess story, then you will recognize an OC character from there. I'm not sure if any of you will enjoy this story, but it was a request from a special friend.
And it will be a two-part story!
I hope you enjoy this!
Please review at the end! :")
Klaus slammed him against the wall with all of his strength, and felt his face contort as the colors around him began to darken as he only saw red, and blood in the hunter's neck.
Vaughn struggled against the hold of the Hybrid, and finally managed to break free, by catching Klaus off guard and pushing him back. "Klaus, can't we at least discuss this like gentlemen?" He asked as he threw his arms out.
Klaus growled as he lunged once more at Vaughn. "Why should I listen to any word you have to say?" He growled out, his fangs beginning to extend, throwing Vaughn across the room.
Vaughn rolled his eyes as he stood up after a moment of composing himself from the throw. "Because I'm the father." Vaughn stated, simply, as if that would help the situation.
Klaus scoffed. "All the more reason for me to rip your bleeding heart from your chest." He stated, harshly with a sneer and a dangerous look in his eyes.
Vaughn held up his hands, and glanced at the brunette who was still standing in the doorway, with a stunned expression on her face. The news was still a shock to her. It was unbelievable.
How did this happen? Jean shook her head at THAT idiotic question. She knew precisely HOW it happened. The real question should be how this was even possible.
She had given up the possibility of conceiving a child when Klaus had turned her. Now here she stood, in New Orleans, with her adoptive family, pregnant. Inconceivable.
Klaus growled as Vaughn said another stupid thing, and snapped her out of her daze.
"KLAUS!" She shouted, her fury hitting a high note.
Klaus glared at her, and stepped back from Vaughn, his eyes still conveying anger. "Don't start, Jean!" He shouted, pointing a finger at her. "This doesn't concern you." He added, glaring back at the hunter.
Jean rolled her brown eyes, and stepped towards him. Elijah, who had been watching the display silently, held up his hand, but Jean slapped it away.
"You know damn well, this concerns me!" She shouted, moving her finger up and down at him.
Klaus shook his head. "This should not have happened to begin with!" He stated his anger rising higher.
Sophie, a witch, who had gathered them together, watched the scene unfold with a sigh. "Klaus, everything happens for a reason." She began, pointing towards Jean. "Nature has to be balanced, and this child will help restore the balance that was lost." She added with a kind smile at Jean.
Klaus growled, and turned away from all of them with another glare towards Vaughn. He wheeled around and pointed at Jean with fire flashing in his eyes. "If this is some trick to get me to help against Marcel, then you are wasting your breathe, witch." He stated with an evil sneer.
Sophie shook her head. "We may not be allowed to practice magic in this town, Klaus, but nature grants those who are faithful with certain talents. For instance, I have the gift to know when a girl is pregnant." She replied, pointing at Jean. "Jean is pregnant, Klaus." She added, softly, but firmly.
Klaus scoffed, and turned away from them, his anger filling the room.
Jean sighed, as she ran her fingers through her brown hair with blonde highlights. This was too much. Not only had she fallen for a hunter, a member of the cursed Five, but she had slept with him, and now she was carrying his baby. This was definitely too much.
"There has got to be some mistake." She whispered, glancing at Sophie.
Sophie shook her head. "There is no mistake, Jean. You are pregnant." She repeated, with nod towards Jean's stomach. "A spell was performed; resulting in hybrids being able to conceive children. It's nature's way of righting itself after the creation of hybrids." She added, with a glance to Klaus, the first Hybrid.
Jean shook her head, as she glared at Vaughn. "This is all your fault." She stated, her southern accent slipping in her words, as she pointed her finger at him.
Vaughn pointed at his chest, and smirked. "How can this be my fault? I'm not the once who created hybrids." He asked, glancing at the others in the room.
"You seduced me!" She shouted, her eyes flashing to amber with her anger.
"If I recall, Jean, you were the one who threw me on the table, and ravished me." He remarked with a chuckle.
Jean growled, and threw her arms out. "You should have left me alone!" She shouted, failing to realize that the entire room was watching them.
"You were the one, who came onto me, Bonnie Jean." Vaughn replied, with a wink.
"I told you to leave me alone! But no, you had to come by the mansion, and seduce me!" She shouted, her eyes flashing again.
"He what?!" Klaus shouted his voice dangerous as was his eyes.
Jean lowered her eyes. She definitely didn't want to have this conversation, but damn her big mouth!
Klaus glared at Vaughn and approached him, his hands clenching beginning to clench and unclench at his side.
"Klaus, don't get all protective." Jean replied, waving her hand.
Klaus glared at her. Ever since she had known him, he took care of her. She was special. His special hybrid, the first one he turned after Tyler. He had known her for almost a hundred years, and, thanks to a special witch, she never aged. She was a werewolf, first, which was how she had lost her first child. Female werewolves, very seldom carry babies to term, due to the transformation at every full moon.
Klaus had saved her life, and she had been grateful to him. She remained loyal to him through the years, even though she maintained her freedom. When he turned her into a hybrid, she still remained loyal to him, even after she broke the sire bond, which was pointless in her opinion. She was already loyal, so the sire bond was just an annoying downside.
Klaus considered her to be another sister, and yet, at times, he treated her like his daughter with his rules and his protection, well over protection.
Then along came Vaughn, or Galen, as she called him. He was everything she should have despised. He was gentle, kind, considerate, and a killer. He knew what she was, and had nearly killed her when they first met. Thus began their little dance. When they would meet, he would try to kill her, and she him; however, most of the time it ended with passionate, long kisses.
Now here she stood, in New Orleans, carrying the product of their passion within her, and a part of her was scared.
"Jean, you are mine!" Klaus stated, tensing.
Jean rolled her eyes. "I'm no one's, Klaus. When are you going to get that through your damn head?" She stated, folding her arms across her chest, and took a deep breathe. "I'm pregnant, and granted the father is a member of the Five, but it's done, and it can't be undone. So quit whining like a bitch, and get over it!" She shouted her glare hardening on his features.
Klaus growled as he turned on his heel and left the tomb.
Jean sighed as she lowered her head.
"Niklaus will come around." Elijah replied, tenderly, as he touched her back.
Jean nodded. Leave it to Elijah to be the consoling one.
"May I offer my congratulations?" He asked with a slight smile.
Jean smiled and gave a nod.
"Then congratulations, Jean, if you need anything, I will do whatever I can to help you." He replied, with a slight bow of his head.
"Thanks, 'Lijah." She replied, then turned to Vaughn, who had a smirk on his face as side as the Mississippi.
She rolled her eyes. "Wipe that damn smirk off your face, Galen." She stated, turning on her heel, and walked out of the crypt.
She wished she had a shot of whiskey. A large shot.
~Two Months Later~
Jean growled as she threw the plate across the room. "Can't you cook a decent meal without it turning into damned sludge?!" She shouted at Vaughn.
Vaughn rolled his eyes. "Jean, you can't complain every time I cook you something to eat." He stated, trying to remain calm.
Jean scowled. "Yes, I can!" She shouted, standing up with her two month stomach, looking more like four months, magic. "Because you are the reason, I'm in the damned condition." She stated, glaring at him. "And you can't cook!" She added, pointing at him.
Vaughn rolled his eyes. He was about to say something else, when Klaus walked into the kitchen, followed by a pretty blonde vampire. His instinct to kill her had curbed since he had moved into the Mikaelson mansion in New Orleans two months ago.
"Oh, the little hunter has been whipped." Klaus mocked, with a smirk.
Vaughn glared at him. "Watch it, Klaus." He warned his eyes narrowing.
Klaus chuckled. "Watch what? The fact that my hybrid has you whipped like a puppy? I already knew that." He replied, folding his arms across his chest.
Jean rolled her eyes. "Will you guys shut the hell up?!" She shouted, moving to walk out of the room. "I swear I'm living with children." She muttered as she left.
Klaus shook his head, and glanced at the blonde next to him. He smirked as she shook her head, and gave him a scolding look, before she followed Jean out of the room.
Klaus turned to Vaughn, and glared. "I'll never know what Jean sees in you." He muttered, as he opened the fridge, and took out a blood bag. Taking a shot glass from the cupboard, he poured blood into the glass, and took a drink.
"She says it's my accent. She thinks it's sexy." Vaughn replied, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms. "Besides I'll never understand what that blonde sees in you. Didn't you torment her friends and kill people she knew?" He asked his eyes traveling to the door, and then back towards Klaus.
"I'm surprised she can understand you with the way your words run together." Klaus replied, pouring more blood into the glass. "And my relationship with Caroline is none of your business." He added, lifting the glass to his lips.
"You are the one who started this, Klaus, and at least I don't mumble when I talk." Vaughn remarked, with a sneer.
Klaus glared at him. "I don't mumble." He retorted, taking another sip from the glass.
"Oh, please, you speak, and your voice is so low, your accent makes your words unrecognizable." Vaughn remarked with a smile.
Klaus growled as he set the glass on the counter. "At least they can understand me." He stated, in a low voice.
Vaughn shook his head. "Well, at least I don't sound wimpy when I talk." He stated, with a smirk.
Klaus shook his head and let out a humorless chuckle. "At least I don't growl." He stated, taking another sip of blood.
"I do not growl." Vaughn retorted, glaring.
Klaus chuckled. "If you say so." He replied, finishing off the glass, with a smirk and left the kitchen.
"Fucking Hybrid." Vaughn remarked lowly shaking his head. How could he possibly survive three more months of this?
~Meanwhile~
Jean stood outside on the balcony, and watched the city below. She could hear the jazz band four blocks over, and she smiled, very soothing.
She inhaled deeply, and found her mouthwatering from the scent of Cajun cuisine. Oh, she was hungry. She needed food, and she needed it bad. She should give Vaughn credit, he did try to cook, but he couldn't. Klaus could, but he rarely found time, dealing with Marcel, and the coven of witches out to get him.
She perked up when she heard someone join her on the balcony. She sighed, as the visitor stood next to her, and placed her hands on the steel bars.
"It's so beautiful out here." Caroline remarked as she studied the city. She still couldn't believe that she followed Klaus here. At first she thought she was out of her mind, but after graduation, she needed a break from the drama in Mystic Falls. She wanted to see the world, and what better place to start than New Orleans with the man who promised to show her the world.
Jean sighed, and nodded. "I grew up around here." She whispered her eyes becoming distant with her voice.
Caroline turned her head. "Is that how you met Klaus?" She asked, leaning on her forearms.
Jean nodded. "He saved me from myself, more or less." She replied, glancing down at her stomach. "God, how am I going to do this? I'm not the right person to have a child. I shouldn't have a child." She ranted, stepping away from the bars. "I mean I've killed people, what kind of role model will I be for this kid?" She asked, her voice rising.
Caroline sighed, as she straightened. "No one is perfect, Jean. I imagine that you will be a great mother, and Vaughn will be a great father." She replied with a smile.
Jean rolled her eyes. "If Klaus doesn't kill him, or worse I kill him." She muttered, with a scowl.
Caroline laughed. "I doubt you could kill Vaughn. I can tell you love him." She added with a wink. "And Klaus, well, he probably won't do anything to jeopardize this baby's happiness." She replied, touching Jean's shoulder in a comforting manner.
Jean sighed. "I still can't wrap my head around this." She whispered, wrapping her hands around her stomach. "It's so unreal." She added in a whisper.
Caroline nodded. "Well, I will say this. You not only have Vaughn to help you, but you also have me, and, I hate saying this," She replied, moving her hands around. "Klaus." She added with a smirk.
Jean rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I can just imagine him when I give birth." She muttered. "His over-protectiveness will kick into overdrive." She added, with a shake of her head.
Caroline laughed. "Well, he does call you his favorite hybrid." She replied, with another laugh.
"My life's ambition." She muttered, with a scowl.
This was just freaking perfect.
What did you think?
I'm not finished with it. The second part will be up later this afternoon.
Until Next Time...