Dislclaimer: I own nothing. This is just my imagination on crack. Here's the first chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as you did the previous story.

Chapter 1

I left her. For weeks that was the mantra in my head, somehow I can't believe that it took her so long to start hunting me down. Exactly what state did I leave her in? I wanted to go back to her, to forget the fact that she was a sixteen year old child, but I couldn't. The dead heart that had been finally beating when she was around now radiated a painfully freezing cold. I couldn't do that to a girl who I had always thought deserved so much better than me. Especially when she had her whole life ahead of her. I made my way to the hotel room I was staying in, always a hotel now that Mina and her friend, Serena were tracking me.

"What is that?" I murmured to myself, a familiar smell invading my nose. A letter sat innocuously on the coffee table. When I saw who it was from I nearly burnt it on principle.

Dearest Elijah,

It's nice to know it wasn't me, which was lacking.

I merely wasn't young enough, it seems. Your girlfriend is in New Orleans's.

Some witches of the French Quarter are holding her captive.

They believe that they can use her into manipulating you to deal with their problems.

There is more but you would never believe me unless you saw it yourself.

Good luck,

Katarina Patrova.

It seemed as if she were trying to look out for me, yet the only person that Katarina Patrova looks out for is herself. I wondered if I should go, tempted to laugh because the decision had already been made the second that it was hinted at that my Mina… no, not mine, I had given that up, was in danger.

"Damn her," I whispered. In the end I packed and caught the first flight out. My mind racked with horrible scenarios. What I found was not what I had expected. My sister's ex-lover Marcel was alive and he was slaughtering witches in droves if they dared to practice magic. It did not take long to find Sophie Deveraux, the witch who's bright idea this all was.

She wasn't awake when I was brought to the cemetery. She had another blonde next to her who alternated between glaring at me and glaring at the witches as if we were the spawn of hell itself. She stopped glaring for a second and I should have been suspicious but the sweet smile she sent me as she stepped forwards was disarming.

"Elijah, right? I'm Mina's friend Serena, I've been helping her look for you," she said before her hand cracked against my cheek hard enough to snap my head sideways and her voice went dark and feral sounding, "If you ever do that to her again, so help me…." She was actually a little scary for such a small blonde but if she was friends with Mina, it made a certain amount of sense.

"I probably deserved that," I acquiesced, raising a hand to my cheek.

"Probably?" she hissed, "It took her a month to drag herself out of that bed. She retreated so far into herself that your sister had to call me and I thought for a moment that she wasn't coming back. You are lucky that the idea of seeing you again makes her so happy or I would be sending you to Japan so that our family could rip you into itty bitty bits." Guilt filled my chest and as I looked at her sleeping form my chest tightened painfully. I had missed her so much, but this is what's best for her.

"You surely realise that I'm a little bit more durable than your average person, do you not?" I asked, figuring that she would know all about vampires by now, considering she was helping her friend comb the planet for one of the original ones.

"That you aren't human, I can read between the lines," she nodded, "But you should know by now that Mina has a problem with telling secrets that aren't hers to tell." So it appears that she was just as loyal to us as she was to them. And you're surprised? I thought to myself, feeling particularly idiotic at the moment and worried about what the witches that were studying the by-play intensely for any information they could suck out of it, actually wanted.

"Nice to know that we weren't the only ones to suffer through it," I said shortly. She glanced at me intensely and nodded to herself, satisfied by her conclusion. Unaware how insightful this girl was I did not question her on her thoughts. Or what she was trying to ascertain.

"Why is she unconscious?" I asked finally.

"She fainted," Serena said with an amused smile, "She was giving news that she really wasn't expecting." I wonder what that could possibly be. Were there repercussions from her failed vampire turning? Or from ingesting so much of my blood of that long a course of time? Why where the witches of New Orleans interested in her or rather what was Mina even doing here?

"The girl is carrying your child," Sophie announced, I spun to face her disbelievingly.

"Vampires cannot procreate, surely you know that?" I asked her, layering a level of utter calmness over myself. To Serena's credit she merely looked faintly interested and hummed curiously at the mention of vampires.

"We have no idea how this came about, but it did and the ancestors warned us about her," Sophie said aggressively, "My sister Jane-Ann died doing the verification spell." I turned to Mina and listened intently, what I heard staggered me. There was a heartbeat coming from her. A tiny secondary heartbeat.

"She's been sick for the past four or so weeks, if she hadn't told me that you were unable to have children I would have gotten her to take a pregnancy test," Serena offered in helpful voice, "And trust me, there hasn't been anyone else. She hasn't been out of my sight for long enough for there to of have been anyone." The girl's ocean blue eyes were earnestly honest, she was telling the truth. Which meant… I was going to be a father. Mina, my Mina was having my baby.

"She's," I whispered, but did not finish the sentence. Reality had flooded in making all the warm and fuzzy possessive feelings that I had twist into cold revulsion. Not at her, or at the state that she was in, that was a dream that I had though long since lost, but I had impregnated her. I had gotten a child, with child. I should have left, I should have been a thousand, million miles away from her, where I couldn't take anything else from her but I knew I could not leave her again. I merely resolved not to touch her again, until she was of age. That was always the plan, to come back and beg for her forgiveness when she had grown up.

"We want Marcel gone, kill him, maim him and send him to Timbuktu, we don't care," Sophie was speaking again, "The witches want the right to practise magic again."

"And if I don't?" I asked in an amused voice. I could kill them where I stand.

"Then we kill her," she replied. Serena looked almost as angry as me and I wondered if, for a moment, she'd had the power to take Mina and get away from her on her own. I dismissed it almost as soon as if popped into my head. She couldn't have.

"You do realise that I could kill every single one of you before you could blink?" I fairly drawled at her. Serena glanced at Mina and then back at me.

"I'm liking you better already," she commented, but I was more worried about the witch's unobjectionable smirks. They were not concerned at all.

"By all means, try it," Sophie said victoriously, "But if I die, she dies to. I bound her to me and I'm willing to kill myself to make this work." She sliced her hand and the same line came across Mina's hand in the exact same spot. Unabashed fury rose through me and I fought to keep my temper like never before. Don't let them see how much it affects you, it will only let them win.

"Are you sure?" I said moving closer.

"My sister already suicided on this mission, so give me one good reason why you think I won't," she said and a fanatical look appeared in her eyes and I knew she was not bluffing.

"I want to take her with me, she will not be remaining with you while I deal with Marcel," I said with certainty. Witches consider us to be an abomination, I had no idea what they'd try to do to my child but I would not give them that opportunity.

"No, I can't take the chance that you'll take off with her and not help us," Sophie said crossing her arms, "Not that she can leave the city, not while she's bound to me anyway." I bristled internally.

"I give you my word," I said clearly, "I will help her, but I will be taking her with me."

"Not if I don't get something in return," she said firmly.

"Very well," I said, a half formed idea burned into my brain I left. It seemed I needed to finally return my family's calls.

Congratulations to all that guessed that she had a bun in the oven. This is going to be amusing to watch Elijah fight his morals and Mina try to win him back. Plus, the Mikaelson's are coming to town, and isn't Marcel in for a treat. Review me.