All For Believing
By Lanie
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries, Klaus, or Caroline.
A/N: Rated M for future sexual content.
Prologue
A woman's shrill cries could be heard echoing throughout the forest. The body of the young werewolf twitched and convulsed as she screamed for the father of the baby inside of her. The whites of her eyes were red and her normally olive skin was a sickly shade of white, her dark hair soaked with sweat. A smaller brunette crouched over her body, her own brow slicked with sweat, whispering desperate incantations to keep the screams from being heard outside of the small clearing. Tears were clouding her vision.
"Find him," the voice of the pregnant brunette was weak and there was blood between her legs. "Save my baby."
The young witch had called for the Original vampire hours ago using every kind of contact spell she could remember, but he hadn't come. She pushed back strings of sweat-drenched hair from the pale face of the woman lying before her.
"He's coming," she lied as the girl convulsed beneath her. She knew that she didn't have enough power to save her on her own, but she couldn't trust anyone to help her now. She didn't know what to do. "Hold on. Please hold on."
A twig snapped and a man appeared at her side in a second, his eyes wide with horror as he took in the scene.
"What happened?" He demanded, his voice quivering.
"She's dying Klaus," the young witch whispered. There was blood dripping from her hands and tears spilling down her cheeks. "I don't know what's happening. I don't know what to do."
"Where are the rest of them?" He demanded, his voice rising. "Where are the rest of your witches, Sophia?"
"I was afraid they would kill her... to save the baby," the witch's hands were shaking as she spoke half-truths at the man before her. "I'm not a murderer, I never wanted to hurt her..."
"Save her!" The man's eyes were wild with fear. She had never seen him like this. She looked down into the green eyes of the woman and trembled. The man roared, "We had a deal!"
"I - can't..."
"Klaus-" the broken woman on the forest floor choked back a scream of pain, her eyes rolling back in her head as her body convulsed. Klaus stared down at her with big eyes, taking in the swell of her pregnant stomach and the pool of blood surrounding her body. He shook his head in disbelief.
"Save her life or so help me I will rip your throat out." He spat, tears welling in his eyes.
"Save her-" the woman whispered, so quietly the witch could barely hear it with her own ears. "Save our baby."
The man sat there for a moment, trembling as he stared down at the broken woman before him.
Then he reached forward and snapped her neck. The witch gasped in horror.
"Give me your knife."
The man's eyes flared into those of a monster, his teeth as sharp as knives themselves. She scrambled backward on her hands until her back hit the roots of the oversized oak tree behind her. There was so much blood.
"You -," she whispered, blinking back tears of revulsion.
"We have less than two minutes to get the unborn child out of her dead body before it begins to lose oxygen completely." His voice was suddenly cold and emotionless. "I am not going to say it again, give me your knife."
The witch held her blade out to him, her hand shaking as he grabbed it and stabbed through the torso of the motionless corpse.
Seconds later, the baby was freed from its mother, its strong cries filling the silence with life. The man stared down at the messy bundle in his arms and stopped entirely, staring at it in wonder. It was a girl, an impossibly tiny baby girl. The witch watched him, her mind racing. She knew what she should do if she wanted to keep her life. She should call what was left of the others and have them bring Marcel to strip the miracle baby from her father's arms.
But she couldn't.
"It's cold outside," she said finally, breaking the new father from his trance. "Wrap her in your jacket."
Surprisingly, the man did what she said with no questions asked. He held the leather bundle close to his body, shielding her from the wild. She could feel her silencing spells falling fast and the baby's screams were loud and strong, the triumphant cry of life.
"Go."
Klaus stared at the young witch, his face smeared with the blood of his baby's mother.
And then he was gone.