A/N: I started typing and this popped up!
Summary: Is what happened between Klaus and Hayley what really went down? Or is there more to the story? I think so, and if we are on the same page, you will too. AU version - Klayley story
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters...sadly.
Enjoy.
Prologue...
I didn't want to be a fool in love. I also didn't want a fool in love. I always wanted a strong person for a mate, a lover, a companion. I was brought up expecting the worse and turning it into the best. I was also beaten and left for dead by my foster father. But, I was saved.
I was saved by my mother. She was not my birth mother but I would never call her my foster mother or adoptive mother. I claimed her, a human amongst monsters such as I, as the woman I would hope to become. I wanted to be the strong, fierce, independent, clever woman she was.
My mother always said to want the best, you have to give the best. She told me that people always expect the worst, so in life, you should give it your all, no matter what.
She passed away months ago in the public's eye, of course, but she was still alive. I hid her with a pack loyal to me.
My foster father was a brute and a drunk and a savage when it came to his girls. He would choke and punch and kick and other things I dare not to speak. My mother who finally grew tired of his crap saved me from the side of the road and we ran like the devil was at our feet. We starved for days on end wondering what was to come of us.
But we made it.
No one knows but him. But I was enrolled in my freshman year of college at age fourteen. I studied history and art. I have a degree in anthropology. I was a smart girl because of my mother's pride and my want to achieve something that would make her proud. I wanted to see the light in my mother's eyes again.
I had to leave her at eighteen. She wanted me to live my life and travel, so I did. I went to Europe and traveled and made lots of friends. They taught me how to be one with my wolf and even though I didn't have a pack to call my own, I would always have them.
It was only a couple months after my twenty-second birthday that I came across Tyler Lockwood. He was like a puppy that lost his mommy due to Klaus' sire bond. And my mother, who "died" only a couple months before, said that we would help him. At first, I was very reluctant to help the arrogant hybrid, but I felt a pull in my stomach that urged me to help him.
We grew close but not too close. We gained a brother-sister bond as we worked together to break the sire bond that was him Klaus' slave or bitch, whichever works.
When he left, he said he would call. I held him to it but after a couple of months had passed, I had worried my dear brother had died. So, I stupidly ran after him, and into the arms of Niklaus Mikaelson.
I was screwed, I thought as I stared at a positive pregnancy test. I was screwed because I didn't know where the baby's father was and I was scared of my mother's reaction.
Yup, definitely and positively screwed. And how in the hell could vampires procreate?
A/N: It's the start of a mini-story! Hope you guys like. Tell me what you think by clicking the review and letting me know.