And so, another story, but for those that are wondering if i'll be going on Hiatus, fear not! I do, in fact have several chapters already typed up I just need to write more, re-read them and then upload. Hopefully this time my Writing will go better than the last few I've done.

Hopefully you'll like it and tell me what you think. Thanks.

The Originals

Niklaus Mikealson's eyes scanned the paper he held in his hands, the elegant looking words echoed in his head sounding like the writer and he had the suspicion she wanted it too. After all, he had spent 500 years hunting her down, she no doubt wanted to leave an impression that he wouldn't forget all too soon.

Klaus, I hear Elijah has refused you the cure and in return, you have refused me my freedom. Shame on you both. But while you boys sort out your problems, I have one last thing to offer you. I've caught wind that there is a witch in New Orleans named Jane-Anne Deveraux plotting a move against you. Hunt her down. What she has to say will rattle you so deeply to your core that chasing little old me will be the least of your concerns. It's been a fun five centuries, Klaus, but I've worn down too many good heels running from you. Love and hate, Katerina.

It was her style, witty, smart and filled with the contempt she held for him. Klaus smirked, as he placed the letter back down on the table, the wax seal face up showing the 'K'.

It looked like he would have to plan a trip to New Orleans. Katherine for all she was slippery and untrustworthy at the best of times wouldn't give him a false lead at a time like this, not when she was viewing this tip as a way to earn her freedom. Idly he wonders what he should, what the weather will be like and if he should inquire any more about it, he hadn't been there in a while. Over a hundred years now to be precise if he were to count.


A brunette haired woman sat at the bar and sighed as she glanced around, her eyes scanning the regulars and searching for something that spoke out to her. "Third time in here this week," the bartender, another brunette, said as she turned to face the one sitting at the bar.

"I'm obsessed with the gumbo, Jane-Anne." The woman said not answering the unspoken posed to her but instead deflecting it. The woman was right though, the brunette had been in the Restaurant three times this week already, she was sure she had even met all the staff but this point. Jane-Anne smiled and moved her hand under the counter and for a second the other tenses before relaxing when a familiar black bottle is pulled into her sights.

"You know, ladies in the 9th ward say my sister, Sophie," Jane-Anne eyes glanced towards the back where the brunette imagines her sister, Sophie, is leaning over a pan cooking, as she poured the liquid from the bottle into the glass she had placed in from of the brunette as soon as she had saw her, "bleeds a piece of her soul into every dish."

"I asked," the woman said as she moved a arm in front of her and looked straight at the bartender, "around the Quarter about my family..." She'd been searching for days now, ever since she had arrived after being told by someone she knew that her Biological family was descended from the Werewolves that had roamed New Orleans.

"And?" Jane-Anne asked not looking up from what she was doing having set the bottle down when the other had asked the question. She looked up and tilted her head, her hands still moving as she listened carefully.

The woman on the other side of the bar shrugged. "Nothing. Zero." Her hair shook as she moved her head slightly from side to side. "I can't find a single person who remembers them." She could have asked a hundred people by this point, she didn't know, hadn't counted but they had all answered the same way; "Sorry, I don't know who they are."

The repeated line, through various ways, had confused her. The person who had told her that her family was from New Orleans had had proof, had shown her pictures of Werewolves with similar Birthmarks, yet when she arrived she had found silence and dead ends wherever she looked. She knows the male wouldn't have lied, it wasn't his forte nor had she been able to decide if in the months she had spent with him if he's lied to her before. Besides, if he had lied to her about this it was an oddly specific thing to lie about.

Jane-Anne leaned closer, "Because, Hayley, people like you were run out of here years ago."

Hayley paused before blinking, her eyes narrowing at the bartender. What did the woman mean? Had she caught on to the fact Hayley wasn't Human? If so, how had she? The answer comes to her a second later, of course the other would know, Hayley had asked her about her family, stated their names and what little else she knew of them, Jane-Anne must have placed one and one together and gotten two. Simple. Nothing to get worried about. "What do you mean, people like me?" She can't help the defensive way it comes out.

Jane-Anne made a noise as she turned and walked around the bar, her eye meeting the gaze of her sister, who had looked up towards them. Her hand moves under counter to grab a large cream paper before turning towards Hayley and placing it onto the Bar. She began to talk as she held up a pen and Hayley leans forward as she continued to listen, perhaps now the entire situation would be explained and she wouldn't be going of Chinese Whispers.

"In the bayou, they call the werewolves "Roux-Ga-Roux." Jane-Anne's hand moved as she circled a small area on the map. She folds it up and hands it to Hayley. "You head out there, you'll find what you're looking for." Hayley stared at the folded up map, questioning what she had been given before standing up with it in her hands. "Be careful. It's the last place you'd ever want to go." Jane-Anne said as she placed her left hand on Hayley's shoulder at the side of her neck.

Hayley nodded as she sent a quick small smiled before turning and picking her jacket up before leaving the bar. Maybe now, after all these years of searching she would finally find what she was searching for.

Behind her, Jane-Anne shared a long look with her sister as she held a piece of the Werewolf's hair in her hand.


When she parks her car before the trees in front of her all Hayley can think is that the Bayou looks like any other Bayou she had ever seen; cold, dark and sinister. She wondered if Jane-Anne had been wrong, if the Werewolves who had once lived her however long ago had migrated to another area far away.

It wouldn't be the first time it had happened, she herself when she had joined a small Pack of Werewolves in the Mountains had moved around a lot. They hadn't stayed in one place long enough to become familiar with the locals, hadn't stayed long enough to draw any further attention.

Because to Triggered Werewolves, she had once had explained to her in her early days, staying in one place meant painting a target sign on yourself. Untriggered Werewolves didn't have to move, as long as they didn't kill anyone or mention the possibility of being a Werewolf no one looked too long to notice the dependencies that were apparent.

Most Werewolves, she had been informed, if they were to keep to one town always chose small Towns. Small, isolated, secluded Towns or Villages were there was only one way out and where the Werewolves, Triggered or otherwise, ruled the roost. They had jobs as Mayors, Police Officers, Teachers, Vets and Librarians. In those Towns she had been told, Werewolves reigned over their Kingdoms.

It was that information that made her pause as she looked at the Bayou. New Orleans was not a small Town, it was a City bursting with life and various personalities, nothing like what she had been told was a normal place for Werewolves to inhabit. New Orleans, she knew from various sources, was a place crowded by Vampires' and Witches'. Werewolves didn't even factor in.

So why had Jane-Anne told her that here, in the Bayou, she would find her answers she was looking for? What exactly was it about this Bayou that would answer her questions. How would she even know where to look. She hadn't looked at the map since she had left but she knows that the Bartender had only circled a area, she hadn't made dots to mark exact locations where, where her family might actually be.

Her mind jumps to the map and she picks it up from the passenger seat and unfolds it. Maybe she missed something when she was just scanning it. She ignores the smoke that seems to curl out from the trees absently putting it down to the cold weather. Biting her lip, she kept her gaze on the map focusing on the red circle, she didn't see any other marks, just the circle.

It was a second later when she senses that something isn't right, a smell is coming from the paper in her hands and Hayley can only watch stunned as the middle of the circle starts to turn brown and black and red. Fire, realizes, the paper is burning. With a startled, "What the...?" and a flinch she threw it out the window and took several breathes. Her hands quickly grasp the clutch as her eyes dart to the trees in front of her. With a movement of her hand she moves the car into reverse and pressed down on the pedal, only what she had expected didn't happened.

"Are you kidding me?" Hayley growled as the car stopped working and the back started to emit smoke. "Come on!" Her hand hits the steering wheel in frustration as she pushes the driver's door open, her left hand pulling out her phone as she stepped out of the car. Sighing as she glances down at the phone she begins to walk further away from the car as she holds her phone out in front of her. Of all the times to loose connection it had to be when she needed it.

It takes her a few seconds of walking further away from her car and a continuous glare before the connection symbol is fully connected. She pauses as she tries to remember the number she had taken a note of this morning before she dials it. "Hey, I'm looking for a tow service?" Hayley says into the phone as she placed her right hand on her waist and scanned the area.

Something was off. That she knew for sure, could feel it within her bones as her eyes warily scanned the bushes and trees around her.

Before anyone can answer her a sudden ringing sound starts to emit from the phone ans Hayley hisses in pain as she throws it to the ground and stamped a high heeled foot on it. The rustle of bushes behind her her turning around to see more then several dark figures emerging as the circled her, Hayley's head whipped around as her eyes turned amber and she growled in warning.

There was too many of them and she couldn't fight them off, she had met enough Witches to know they wouldn't attack her one by one. Neither was she strong enough that she would be able to withstand the pressure of the Witches attack if they joined together with one another. She hadn't lived long enough, hadn't faced enough Witches to get to the point where she could get out of this.

She was prepared to give a fight. Prepared to at least attempt to escape but she didn't get the chance. Her eyes were already closing as her body fell to the ground.


Klaus's eyes raked the sights of New Orleans from the Gallery roof as he took in a breath. He hadn't been here for so long, not since Mikeal had made him fled, and now the Town that had once been his own was now Marcel's. It hadn't changed much since he had last seen it, a lot more buildings, less fire, newer technology but he still could see what it had once looked like.

It wasn't surprising that he wanted it back.

"Evening Elijah," he said not turning around. He'd sensed the older male arriving on the roof the second his foot had landed on the concrete. He hadn't seen Elijah for a few days now, not since the male had shown up with the Cure and their younger sister in Mystic Falls after leaving behind his dearest Katerina. Tragic was how Klaus had seen the entire incident.

"Niklaus." Elijah greeted in his usual tone making Klaus slightly flinch back.

Klaus still didn't face his elder half-brother as he spoke. "What an entirely unwelcome surprise."

Elijah looked as if he was restraining himself from rolling his eyes at the youngest living male Mikealson. "And what an entirely unsurprising welcome. " He paused for a second, seemingly to contemplate what he would say next before deciding. "Come with me." It was an order, admittedly not as harsh as the ones Klaus had been sent numerous times by their Father but still, it was an order.

Klaus turned to face Elijah shook his head in response to the order. He'd never been fond of them and that level of fondness wasn't about to change any time soon. " I'm not going anywhere. Not till I find out who's conspiring against me."

"I believe I just found that out for you." The eldest of the living Mikealson's gestured for Klaus to follow him with his hand and Klaus mentally sighed as he regarded the other. Looks like he didn't have much of a choice, it was either following Elijah or going the long way about it.

Elijah it was.


Klaus and Elijah stood in one of the mausoleum and stared at the Witch in front of them. It was Sophie Deveraux, sister of Jane-Anne, the Witch that Klaus had witnessed being killed earlier on by Marcel.

Klaus was impressed by how she held herself. She didn't look anything like a sibling grieving for a sibling, not like he had... a black cloud fell over his thoughts as his mind drifted over to the touchy - in both reality and mentally - subject of Kol. Who's only crime had been wanting to stop a Monster walking the earth.

Sophie's tone was cold and haunted as she spoke, drawing him out of his depressing thoughts. he noticed that it was the only thing that betrayed the grief she still felt and that cut her with every step. "You know you're famous in this town? Witches tell bedtime stories about the powerful vampire Klaus."

"Hybrid, now, Love." He interrupted, his tone indicating how insulted he felt. It had taken him over a thousand years just to unlock the part of him that had been stolen and locked away. He wasn't going to let anyone undermine it. Especially when he still was getting used to it. Apparently, it took more than a year to get used to it. "If you wish I could do some show and tell... although I'm sure it wouldn't end up well on your part."

"Niklaus!" A hissed word from Elijah told him that the oldest in the area would break his neck if he had too, to get him to listen.

She inclined her head, and repeated the sentence seeing the anger in his eyes and that she was walking on a thin line now. "Witches tell bedtime stories about the powerful Hybrid Klaus. We know Marcel was nothing but an orphan street rat, until you made him what he is. And now he's out of control. He does what he wants, he kills who he wants. I'm gonna stop him, and you're gonna help me."

Klaus smiled an amused smile, one that told them that he was seconds away from leaving them, possibly in a state of death, he still felt insulted over her saying he was a Vampire.

In the corner of his right eye he noticed Elijah tense.

"Is this why you brought me here?" His eyes flickered around the mausoleum. Only he and his brother and the Witches were in the immediate vicinity, He paused when he heard another heart beat, this one more fast and hiding something. He pushed it to the back of this mind but kept a ear out for it.

It didn't fully make sense, they had allowed Katerina to find out about them, something that no normal Witch would do unless they had a plan. A plan that was able to adapt accordingly, since there was no way for them to know that she would tell him.

He wondered if they knew that he was always a step or more ahead of everyone who was a threat towards him or his siblings. He would be surprised if they didn't. "I don't believe it's that simple as a take over." He said at last, eyes settled on the woman that was acting as the leader. "If it was, you would be able to do it yourself." His eyes mentally narrowed when Sophie's eyes widened in slight surprise and wariness, the grief still visible. "You have enough Witches to be able to do a spell that would be to your advantage."

He was right then. There was more to this... attempt to thwart Marcel then they wanted to admit.

"Hear her out." Elijah spoke up from beside Klaus, a reminder that not only was Elijah still here but that he - in Klaus's eyes, - took joy in the sway that Klaus allowed Elijah to have over his decisions. Elijah's brown eyes narrowed as his frustration made it's first appearance, a slight pang of sadness went through Klaus as he remembered another pair of brown eyes that had looked at him the exact same way before they died filled with pain and terror.

He was always like that, Klaus thought bitterly. Elijah always took on the role as the elder noble brother. And he portrayed it so well, that even the Doppelgängers - Katerina and Elena - thought he was the brother who could do no wrong, even when he had betrayed them more then once.

It sickened Klaus as much as he envied it. Elijah, like Marcel, held something he wanted. Only unlike the situation with Marcel he knew that he would never be able to get what the eldest of all his siblings had. Elijah had limitless amounts of patience that even when the subject was no in his favour he could still be polite. A contrast against all his other younger siblings.

The only one that could compare to that patience was Finn... who had tried to kill them all.

But on another hand, it was Elijah (and Finn when he had been alive) who was more unhappy then Klaus. A fact that he took great joy in. Because even though Klaus had become hated by all his half-siblings it was him who lived life to the fullest. (Kol following after and Rebekah after him.) Not Elijah, who was so overcome by morals that when he did do something he wanted or had to do, he was overcome with sadness afterwards.

Klaus supposed it was rather like a novel, one filled with unfulfilled desires, missed opportunities and burnt out impulses. Klaus still didn't know if it was a bad one or a good one... he settled on interesting, historical and riddled with angst. It was quite sad that Elijah was the only one that didn't see it.

The other's couldn't even blame him. Well, not fully since he did have the habit of sticking daggers into them. Which, he did for good reasons... not that they saw it like that...

Outwardly Klaus rolled his blue eyes as he shot the older man a glare, a colour that he had inherited from his mother, along with his blonde-hair. All his other male half-siblings having brown hair, Rebekah being the only exception. And something that had only further spurned Mikeal on with his anger and rage. He wasn't going to listen to his brother preach anymore then he had to.

"I don't need to hear her out. I assure you, love, there is not a thing on this earth that will matter enough for me to waste even thirty more seconds of my time." His body that had originally been facing the Witches turned fully to Elijah. "Elijah, what madness is this?"

Klaus didn't see it but he knew that Sophie had smirked a smile that would have made Klaus want to bang his head against a wall several times, and that was if it didn't break on the first. "Bring her in," she ordered a few Witches who moved behind her and out of sight.

Her? He frowned as he turned back around, why would a female matter to him? It wasn't Katerina , he knew that she would never remain in the general area that he was in for more then a hour or two and was probably sharing a celebration with the Mystic Falls crew or at least the ones that liked her and she hadn't ruined the life of. It wasn't Rebekah, he was sure of that. But if these Witches were threatening the life of their sister it would explain the urgency that Elijah was showing. Perhaps it was Caroline. No, he mentally shook his head, she was still in Mystic Falls.

The heartbeat got closer as he mentally ran through the other not so likely options before he realized that the heartbeat was the hostage that was meant to change his mind. And unless it was Silas or two others he couldn't see how that would happen.

When the Hostage walked into the mausoleum he arched an eyebrow as confusion once again settled in. It wasn't anyone he had thought it would be, not even Rebekah or Katerina or Caroline.

Although to be fair, unless Katerina had been magically turned into a human again he would have left her to rot, even if dear noble lovestruck Elijah asked him to help.

It was the 20 year old female Werewolf he had met in Mystic Falls, Hayley a voice in his head answered, her brown eyes on both he and Elijah as a few Witches trailed behind her. She didn't look as healthy or awake as she once had, he noticed. Her eyes filled with exhaustion and fear, but behind that he could see the defiance that had persuaded him not to kill her when she had been rude.

But there was also the slight fact that he knew he would be locked up more safely then a priceless jewel if he did, perhaps in a coffin... awake for all eternity and never talking to civilisation again. A fate far worse then his siblings when they had been daggered.

It made him sick just thinking about it.

"Klaus," she said after a few minutes of silence, her eyes warily flickering around the area, "you need to listen to them." Her eyes rested on Elijah as confusion flooded in. "And who is that guy?" It was quite rude and not at all the type of question that you would ask a man dressed like Elijah was.

Normally Klaus would have dismissed her request with ease, but something held him back, and whatever it was, it wasn't just his curiosity over the situation. He decided to answer her question, "my older half-brother Elijah." He was deeply amused, she didn't know who Elijah was and at this point in time, he was the only one she knew and could trust.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen, he thought vindictively, as he tried to suppress his glee.

His blue orbs rested on Sophie as he gestured for her to continue. It was about time he got to learn why they had wanted him to return. And he had the feeling it wasn't as simple as he wanted it too be. After all, if it was why would the Werewolf be there? As far as he was concerned, she had nothing to do with him.

When she started to speak, Klaus knew instantly what she said wasn't going to be easy or normal even for him. And it was mainly because her eyes were back to normal, she didn't fear him and probably was ignoring all the danger signs going off in her head, and although grief was in them there was a light of triumph. "Marcel may be able to keep us from practising real magic in this town, but as keepers of the balance we still know when nature has cooked up something new. For example, I have a special gift... of sensing when a girl is pregnant."

The earlier amusement fled his face as he stared blankly at the Deveraux. "What?" Was his intelligent reply. Elijah, who had been silent and unmoving before made a slight move, Klaus could already tell that Elijah had moved his body so that if Klaus tried anything he would be able to step in. He fought back the need to scoff, apparently his elder half-brother had forgotten about the Witches in front of them.

Who, in the current situation, if Klaus was reading it right, held all the cards.

He really didn't like that at all.

Hayley made a small sound of agreement with Klaus in the back of her throat as Sophie ignored her. "My sister gave her life to perform the spell she needed to confirm this pregnancy and the species of the father." Klaus blinked owlishly while Elijah once again tensed. Really, Klaus thought almost making him miss the next sentence, what was it with Elijah and tensing? Was it a new hobby? Or was it to see how many time he could do it before Klaus got angry and killed someone? "The father of her child is a Hybrid. Half-Werewolf, Half-Vampire."

Klaus stared and stared and stared. Eyes gone blank as he blinked, once, twice, more then twice. His shocked silence lasted for more then a few minutes and even when he did regain his capability to think all he could say was a extremely weak: "What?"

He didn't even notice the jolt of surprise Hayley's heart gave at the last part of the sentence as he stared at the witch. "You're a Hybrid, Klaus." She said at few minutes later having decided that he had regained enough composure to hear the rest without fainting, which - not that he would ever admit it out loud to anyone that is - he felt like doing. "Half-Vampire. Half-Werewolf. Vampire's can't procreate but a Werewolf can." He was still silent, his mind having crashed a few minutes ago. "You were born a Werewolf before you became a Vampire, because of this, the Werewolf side is more dominate. One of the sides of this is the ability to procreate."

It finally made sense why she was here, though. Klaus thought as he cleared his mind and began to think it all through, a part of him hoping he wouldn't have a heart attack because of it.

The Witches - unknown if more then them - wanted Marcel's reign to stop but didn't know how too go about it, at least not until Sophie - who could apparently sense pregnancy's - sensed Hayley was pregnant and not with the normal Werewolf baby. Jane-Anne had then cast a spell to confirm what they had thought and died later on by Marcel's hand for casting a spell, Marcel hadn't even wanted or needed to know which one they had done.

He had the basics, now he had to go into the other parts, mainly the biggest and the most dangerous one.

He wasn't the one who slept with the female Werewolf and knocked her up.

In fact he hadn't even seen her since she had left Mystic Falls in December after it had turned out both she and the shady professor had been behind the massacre of the Hybrids and tricking the Lockwood. Not that he cared about the latter, but he would admit he was still bitter over the former.

He had tried so hard, had gotten so far and then she with the help of that... boy ruined it all.

But he also had an idea who the father was. And it was all down to the fact that scent's took a while to fade, and Hayley, when she had first arrived in Mystic Falls, had been covered with it. Even now, more then a few weeks since she had lain in the arms of her lover she still had his scent imprinted on her.

A scent that Klaus knew as well as his own.

And one he was shocked that Elijah hadn't discovered or realized, since he had over the centuries pointed it out when Klaus was covered with it.

And if he was correct... what he was about to do next would save countless lives. And not just his own.

What was he saying? Of course he was correct.

"And if the baby is in fact mine," he caught the confused expressions both Elijah and Hayley were sending him. Elijah's one was filled more with relief but then again, Elijah no doubt thought this child was his and that he was taking responsibility. But he didn't care about Elijah at that moment, only going with his plan mattered. He gave Hayley a look that told her to play along with what he was going to say and that he would explain all later on, when the others all blinked and Elijah's gaze turned elsewhere for a second. "Why would I help you?"

The Witch's eyes turned cold and a smirk appeared on her face. "Because of Jane-Anne's sacrifice, the lives of this girl and her baby are now controlled by us. We can keep them save. Or we can kill them. If you don't help us take down Marcel, so help me, Hayley won't live long enough to see her first maternity dress."

Klaus's eyes widened as Elijah tensed beside him. "Wait. What?" The Werewolf cried out, her heart beating even more faster than before. He didn't blame her. If he had been in the same situation his heart would be like a bird's wings when they flapped frantically. Not that his heart would ever beat that fast. That was a Mortal thing.

"You would dare threaten an Original?" He and Elijah asked at the same time, they hadn't spoke at the same time in years, after finding their voice and getting over their shock. Unknown to the others, - apart from the Werewolf who may or may not know, Klaus was betting on that she didn't, - there was more to that sentence then meets the eye.

Sophie shrugged nonchalantly, "I have nothing to lose." And that, he thought, was what made what she was doing so tragic and sad. She said she had nothing to lose, she was wrong. She did have something to lose, everyone did, she just didn't know what it was. And the father of the unborn child she held the life in her hands of, would find out what it was and would use it against her if he had to.

It was the sort of thing that man did without a second thought.

"Fine. I'll help, but the girl and the child gets to stay with me." He compromised ignoring the startled glances Elijah was throwing him. Elijah wouldn't understand, probably not for some time, and that was if he ever found out.

The Witches had no idea what they had just walked into or started.

But then again, why would they? It went back over a thousand years.


"Did you, by any chance, happen to be in the mountains, a month or two ago?" Klaus asked before the person he called could speak.

"Why, hello Niklaus. We are both doing fine and yes," a equally male British accent answered, the tone amused and not insulted or offended at being asked a question before a greeting. "I did. How did you find out?" Then again, Klaus doubted the male even had the ability to get angry any more. Immortality tended to do that to one, whittle away at what Humanity was left.

Klaus glanced around once more, eyes scanning the area to make sure Marcel hadn't sent spies after him like before. It was annoying and a waste of time, add in the fact that if he killed them Marcel wouldn't trust him, made him even more annoyed at them. "And enjoyed the company of a certain female Werewolf by the name of Hayley?"

The answer didn't come for a few minutes but when it did Klaus could hear a slight wary side to it. "I indeed spent a enjoyable night in the company of Miss. Marshall." Klaus rolled his eyes, the other male was just mocking him with his over-formal dramatics. "Is there an issue?"

"She tried to kill me." Klaus told him bluntly because really, that was enough of a answer before continuing on with the actual bombshell. "And you left behind more then a memory. She's pregnant with a child." He let that sink in before carrying on. "Yours if you want to be more precise."

"She must have slept with another man," was the denial Klaus had expected.

"A Witch did a spell, to not only confirm that the baby was the one they were looking for but also to find out the species of the father." Klaus said as he fought back a yawn, it was night and unlike most people in New Orleans, Klaus did in fact sleep. "The father was a Hybrid, and I didn't sleep with her. Neither did the Lockwood boy, now I think about it." The other male was still silent but Klaus could hear a slight rumbling sound, "but if I remember correctly, from something the Lockwood said and the scent she was often covered in, the Werewolf isn't just a fling. She's your Lover. For quite some time, if you look close enough, she still has your scent imprinted on her."

"Did you say Witches?"

Klaus shrugged. "I'll explain when you arrive."


"Why did you lie?" Hayley asked later the next morning as Klaus helped her unpack some of her things in a room in Elijah's Mansion. She wouldn't be staying in the house for long, not when they arrived.

Klaus sighed, before shrugging. "He'll tell you when he arrives."

"Wait. He's coming back?" Her tone sounded incredulous but the slight beat of her heart told him what she really thought. She was happy at the thought of the man coming back.

He sent her an odd look. "You are carrying his child. Of course he'll come." He paused as he heard Elijah's car driving up the driveway. His eyes narrowed. "Just remember that until he comes, no one else can know that your child is not mine. To everyone else, we spent a night together."

She nodded after frowning. It looks like the father hadn't told her just how he knew Klaus, only that he knew him, and it had been better that way. Until she got pregnant.

He thought back a chuckle as he thought it over.

They had always joked Klaus would be the one to do something irresponsible, but it turned out he had done the most irresponsible thing any of them would have thought possible.

Klaus loved the irony.