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Klaus walked into the graveyard, annoyed. Witches were so irritating, so arrogant. All noses up in the air with superiority even while making deals with vampires and werewolves alike.
"Bring her out." She commanded and out of the back came a group of witches with a bound woman that Klaus recognised.
Klaus had been awake for a while. The woman next to him was asleep though and had been since he'd worn her out. His one night stands tended to get clingy, an unfortunate side effect of his Vampiric charisma. He was convinced it was the Supernatural in him that drew the twisted, the broken souls to him.
So in comparison this one seemed sociopathic. This one had shoved his arm aside and flopped down on the bed as far from him as she could muttering 'Too warm'. This one had told him 'Good job' after the second orgasm.
This one was waking up. So Klaus pretended to sleep.
She reached for her phone first and set it to charge. Next she carefully picked up each piece of clothing that was scattered, folding them all up in piles and pulled a brand new dress out of her bag along with a tiny set of toiletries and she went into the bathroom, the sound of the shower running telling Klaus what she was doing. He took the opportunity to change into his clothes himself, walking to the neatly piled set of pants and shirt.
His shirt had lipstick stains in the deep red she was wearing when she'd unbuttoned his shirt with her teeth. He remembered her commenting on how disappointing that was, it was meant to be transfer proof.
The sound of the shower stopped and within minutes the woman came out. This wasn't the same one he had gone to bed with, the short jean skirt and tank top replaced by a professional looking black knee length sheath, the loose and wild curls replaced by a sleek low chignon, the glossy red lip with a neutral rose and the comfortable sneakers with pointy toed burgundy kittens.
"This was fun." She said and set about packing all her things quickly and Klaus spotted an id badge in the purse. Right, humans worked for a living. Then again, even the humans he knew didn't really work, they just came from money.
"Yes, it was," Klaus said smoothly, mostly to see the effect.
There was none.
"Well, thank you for the orgasms," She said and with a waggle of her fingers she was gone.
If only all his one night stands were this pleasant.
"That's your leverage? Some random woman I fucked?"
"Not the woman, the child in her belly." Sophie smirked and the woman snorted.
"Dumb fucking hicks, a foetus grows in the womb not the fucking belly."
Klaus knew he liked the woman for a reason.
"It's your child Klaus." Sophie continued with the briefest glance at the woman and the smile dropped from his face fast.
"No, it's impossible."
"Not to mention he's most definitely not the only guy I've fucked in the last few months, there are plenty of other potential sperm donors." The woman cut in.
"SHUT UP!" Sophie said, finally losing her cool before visibly calming herself down and going off on a spiel of how her sister died conducting some spell and that she controlled the woman's life and that of the baby. "If you don't help us take Marcel down so help me, Morgana won't live long enough to see her first maternity dress."
And 'Morgana' spoke up again.
"My, my, a person with nothing to lose is always so dangerous. And you have nothing do you, Sophie? You barely have the loyalty of your coven, Jane-Anne dead and no body to show for it, your precious niece, lost to your own rituals, having to depend upon fucking Vampires to secure your power. Because that's all you want. Power. There's nothing else you could get from this not without becoming the very thing witches hate. An abomination." There was an odd hypnotic effect to the words spoken in such a silken tone. A loving caress of claws, every touch calculated to be easy and soft and painful.
And she wasn't even done yet.
"But then you were always an abomination, weren't you, Sophie? Even before all of this, when your coven believed but you didn't. And then when you finally believed, you too believed much, you felt too much, too much hate, too much love, too much grief. So you shut it all off, shut off your emotions like a worthless vampir-"
"SHUT UP!"
Klaus and Elijah could only watch as the woman made mincemeat of Sophie with her words, the other witches shifting uneasily, clearly swayed by the chit.
But Sophie had more than one trick up her sleeve and with hysterical eyes she slammed a hand against a gravestone and the gasp came from the woman instead.
Sophie laughed maniacally, "Now you get it. You and I are linked Morgana, anything that happens to me, happens to you."
The woman lifted her unaffected hand and waggled her fingers while Sophie looked on in disbelief. "Apparently you're wrong."
"But the spell it-"
"Enough!" One of the other witches said. "Obviously you were wrong. This woman isn't carrying the hybrid's child and you've dragged an innocent into your madness!"
"No, I-"
The witches freed the woman and Sophie grew rabid in her anger. When the witch rushed at Morgana the woman reacted instantly, dislocating her arm before jabbing her in the neck and bringing her down. The witches congregated around their fallen member and dragging her unconscious body away leaving just the three of them in the graveyard, a hybrid, a vampire and a pregnant woman. Perhaps in a few years when Klaus had finally built his army of hybrids so there was no hiding to do, there would be a joke like that.
"I don't suppose either of you could give me a lift to the Sheraton?"
They were nearly at the hotel when the ringing of a mobile phone filled the limited space of the car.
"Morgana? Where are you? I tried your room but you weren't there."
"I'm afraid I got waylaid during the tour of the Quarters. I should be back in a couple of minutes. Did you want something?"
"Dr Shastri was at the seminar in the evening, I know you wanted to talk to him."
"That's fine it would be better if I set up an appointment anyway. Less messy and easier to compartmentalise. How was the seminar?"
"Terrible, you know how Peyton is."
"It's why he's so much fun, interrupting to correct him every other second and watching him get flustered and angry is one of the few joys we all share."
The tinkling laughter that followed trailed off into an anticipatory sigh, "Sooo, what are you thinking? Are you going to keep it?"
And Klaus and Elijah shared a surprised glance. It hadn't occurred to them that perhaps the woman wouldn't.
"I'm not quite sure. On the one hand, babies are adorable and I can afford to have one right now. But having a parasitic life form growing inside of me for nine months isn't something I'm sure I can handle." The quickening of the heartbeat that accompanied that sentiment made it clear how true that was. "Oh, I've reached. I'll talk to in a bit."
"We'll walk you up." Elijah insisted and that was how they found themselves escorting the human to her door. She didn't invite them in, smart girl and when she turned to close the door Elijah stopped her, "Wait!"
"Yes?"
"You are going to forget everything that happened today, you went for a tour of the city and got distracted shopping." Elijah compelled the woman.
"Hmmm, no."
"No? What do you mean, no?"
"You're a witch." Klaus concluded. He knew she wasn't a werewolf and no human could resist a Compulsion from an Original.
"What is this, a Monty Python sketch? Are you going to weigh me against a duck? No, I'm not a witch." And the door was slammed in their face. With their enhanced hearing they heard her absently say, 'Fucking idiots' from inside her room but she was otherwise calm, cool, collected.
Clearly not human.
"She's a Null." Klaus said barely concealing the awe he felt. A Null was rare to find, impervious to anything not Human. They had such little business with the supernatural that it took Great Events for them to be involved with it and it made them hard to find, a talent that was not inherited at all, sporadically appearing in the world. The last time he had ever seen a Null was over eight centuries ago and the Null had walked straight through a rather powerful barrier constructed by a witch to put a knife through her heart and end her ritual that would have killed Klaus forever.
He had saved Klaus and done it solely because the noise of Klaus screaming in pain was disturbing his child's sleep.
Klaus had tried to look for the man but he had been travelling through and a peasant. He had never seen the man again.
"A Null? That's why the spell didn't work on her, that's why Sophie couldn't bind her to the coven." Elijah said, panicking. Always panicking, that was his little brother. Always something to worry about, Klaus couldn't just take over the Quarters like he wanted to, no, he had to go to some graveyard for some worthless witches to waste his time.
"So?"
"So what if that's the reason why the spell didn't stick rather than the fact that you weren't the one to knock her up? If she's a Null, the child might be yours. The witch was right Vampires may be sterile but you're a hybrid."
The child might be his.
Are you going to keep it?
The child might be his and she might not keep it.
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