Girl in New Orleans

Cami, a psychology student at New Orleans College, walked out of Klaus' room as I approached it.

"Hey, Lucy," she greeted, smiling.

I was a little unnerved. Surely, if a human was just talking to someone like Klaus, they'd be shaking. Cami was brave, but not that brave. I liked the girl. The pre-med and the abnormal psychology departments were pretty close.

"Hi, Cami," I replied, raising an eyebrow. She gave me one last smile before leaving. "What are you doing with Camille?" I asked Klaus, who was moving a finished painting from his easel.

"Jealous, love?" He turned around and smirked.

I scoffed. "Hardly. Just a little concerned. I know Cami."

"Oh?"

"We go to the same college." His smirk widened, amused. "Pre-med, abnormal psychology? Both sciences... not too far apart. Two plus two here, Klaus." I gave an exasperated sigh. "A thousand years and you still haven't grown a brain."

He put another paper onto the easel and dipped the brush into some paint. "Now, why would I need a brain when I have you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, we both know your intelligence is world-renowned." I approached him and looked at the painting-in-progress. "What's up with you and painting?"

Klaus smiled genuinely. "Painting is a metaphor for control. Every choice is mine - the canvas, the color. As a child, I had neither a sense of the world nor my place in it, but art taught me that one's vision can be achieved with sheer force of will. The same is true of life, provided one refuses to let anything stand in one's way," Klaus explained.

"Metaphor for control, huh?" I said, grinning. "And I thought I was a control freak."

"You use magic as a metaphor for control," Klaus said. "You can make the flame hottor or colder, larger or smaller. Another thing we have in common."

My grin grew bigger. "Are we suppose to bump fists now?" I teased.

Klaus chuckled. "If you insist."

"You shouldn't use people like that," I said, becoming serious. "You're taking away their free will. It's wrong."

Klaus' face fell as he frowned. "Another one of my control freak tendencies."

"Seriously, Klaus. Can't you find another way to conquer New Orleans other than death, torture and compulsion?" I asked.

He pretended to think about it. "Hm... let's see. No."

I leaned my shoulder against the door frame and crossed my arms. "You're very stubborn, you know that?"

"One of my best qualities, love. Don't tell me you don't like it?"

"No, I don't like it," I snapped. "It's annoying."

"Then you must find yourself annoying," Klaus retorted calmly, continuing to paint.

I groaned and straightened up. "You should stop killing people to get what you want. Sooner or later, it'll catch up to you."

I walked out of his room and down the hall. Why did I sleep with him? That's what got me into this mess - my sudden inability to keep my legs closed. Great decision, Lucy!

"Lucy." Rebekah stood in front of me, eyeing my outfit. "Your clothes are getting tight."

"Hey! My clothes aren't getting tight," I defended quickly.

She sent her eyes up to heaven. "I'm taking you out to shop for maternity clothes - my treat."

"No thanks." I attempted to walk passed her, but she gripped my wrist and pulled me back. "Rebekah!" I whined.

"We are going shopping. No niece of mine will have a mother in clothes like that."

I snatched my wrist away from her. I heard a chuckle coming from behind us.

Turning around, I glared at the source: Klaus. "This is all your fault, you know."

"Twirl." I groaned and did a mock-twirl. "It doesn't look that great from the back. Try on this."

She tossed me another casual-looking dress. I gaped at her. "I've been trying on clothes for the past hour, can we please have a shopping break?"

Rebekah gave me a look and gestured to the dressing room. "Get in."

I glared at her, but went back into the dressing room and slipped out of the blue dress. "You know, this isn't how friends treat other friends."

"Well, I'm an Original Vampire, you're a witch and you are carrying my brother's vampire-witch-werewolf hybrid baby. We're not your average buddies." There was a short pause. "Forget what you just heard."

Rebekah had compelled someone who had heard her. I shook my head disapprovingly, putting the dress on over my head and tugging in down. It was a floral, day-dress, something I'd wear.

Rebekah pulled over the curtain. "How'd you know I was finished?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I guessed." She examined the dress. "Nice. We're buying it." The handed me a pair of jeans. "These."

"I don't like skinny jeans."

Her eyebrows rose. "When I arrived in Mystic Falls, all that you wore was skinny jeans. What changed in the period of a year?"

"This." I gestured to the baby bump. "I'm more comfortable in dresses."

"Try. It. On."

I gave her a tight, sardonic smile and snatched the jeans from her. I put them on, along with a top she threw over the curtain. The jeans were incredibly tight.

I pulled over the curtain. "I'll stick with dresses, bootcut jeans and jogging bottoms." She was about to object, but I interrupted. "No! No more arguing and no more shopping. I happen to be a hormonal, pregnant woman ready to burst so please - do not test me."

"Fine. Don't tell me you didn't have fun."

I went back behind the curtain and began to change back into my normal clothes. "Well, I didn't."

"All that you had was twelve, tight outfits!" Rebekah said. "You needed a new wardrobe."

"That's what online shopping is for," I quipped, putting on my runners. I walked out of the dressing room. "Now, this is my favourite outfit."

I flipped through Sheila Bennett's grimoire, looking for something about the New Orleans witches. They seemed very off to me. Even thought there was one sitting in front of me - Agnes.

"Have you been to the doctors?" Agnes asked me.

I shrugged. "I don't need to. Nothing's wrong and I feel great."

"You are overdue for a checkup," Agnes said.

"So? What do we do? Pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound? Pregnant witch escorted by another witch—nothing to see here!"

"A lot of women would kill to have a child. It strikes me as odd that you're not taking better care of yours," Rebekah said, looking up from her laptop.

"I know a doctor out in the bayou. Off the beaten path. Now, I took the liberty of making an appointment for you. Tonight - after-hours - just us. Vampires will never get word of it."

I did need an ultrasound, to see if there was anything up with the baby. Maybe I was a bad mother. Even Isobel probably had an ultrasound.

I exhaled heavily. "Okay. Fine. Bayou-baby-doctor it is then."

Standing up, I placed the grimoire on the table beside me and followed Agnes out of the room.

"This is the doctor's office?" I asked, looking at the creepy cottage skeptically. "Isn't it a little... I dunno... creepy?"

Agnes smiled. "Dr. Paige is only this far out because Marcel's men kept terrorising her patients. Go. She won't bite!"

I got out of the car and walked towards the clinic, the desire to go back grew with every step.

Dr. Paige turned out to be perfectly nice. "Your baby's heart rate is perfect." She smiled.

I smiled back at her. "I knew it. I didn't even need to come here."

The doctor chuckled and handed me a tissue. I wiped the gel off of my stomach and sat up.

I got a text from Rebekah. Where are you?

"Your blood pressure is a bit high, I've got something for it."

Agnes was waiting in the other room. Bayou clinic with the doctor. Everything's fine. I pressed send. A wolf howled and I flinched, getting up. I looked out the window, trying to find the wolf. Car headlights approached the clinic. What the hell? Did Dr. Paige have another client?

Something didn't feel right. I shouldn't have trusted Agnes.

Dr. Paige came back, my medication in her hand. "Um... actually... I'm not good with pills."

"Heh, neither am I, truth be told." The doctor looked nervous.

She set down the cup and began cooking something up. Some shady men were talking to Agnes. Dr. Paige was preparing a syringe. She jumped towards me, about to inject me with it. I panicked and grabbed her arm, pulling it to her back. Thank God for Alaric's vampire training. I pushed her against the wall and banged her head against it, knocking her out. I took the syringe and injected the contents into her neck.

The shady men saw what happened from the lobby and rushed to the door. I shut it closed and locked it before they could come in. They banged on the door violently as I went over to the window, trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

Come on, window, open up. I put all my weight against it. If I didn't get this window open, I was gone for. The psycho witches would have me and my daughter would be dead. I couldn't let that happen.

I banged on the window some more, until finally it opened. I slipped through and ran away from the witches before they could get me.

I ran like hell from those bastards. I should suspected it! Agnes wasn't being nice... she was setting up a trap! That backstabbing bitch!

When I became tired from running - I'd say I ran about a smile through the woods - I hid behind a tree to catch my breath. I couldn't use magic, but I wasn't a damsel that needed saving. I wasn't Elena, who needed half of Mystic Falls to protect her angel-arse.

The men passed by the tree, unaware that I was behind it. I stood up, suddenly feeling bravery rush through me. I snapped Damon's neck once, after four months of Alaric's intense training program and I could do it now.

I ran over to them like a soldier ready for battle. One of the men took a battle stance. I gripped his arm and grabbed a knife from his pocket and shoved it through his stomach. I let my instincts take over. I knocked the second man out my shoving his head against a tree. He fell to the floor, unconscious. I really had to thank Alaric - he was dead, but people in our world tended to not stay dead. I plunged the knife into another man's neck and took it out, ready to use it on another one of them. A fourth man attacked me, but I took his shotgun and beat him in the head with him. I secretly hoped he wasn't dead.

A twig snapped behind me. I twirled around to see a large man approached me. There was no I could take him. But before he could come near me, his neck was snapped from behind by Rebekah.

"Have to say, I'm impressed." She smiled.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"Your text got me halfway, vamping here did the rest. Who are they?" Rebekah questioned, looking at the men.

"Warlocks and witches," I answered, feeling guilty.

Rebekah's eyes widened as she noticed something behind me. "There are more of them. Run!"

I ran away, albeit reluctant to leave Rebekah. She was an Original, more than capable of taking care of herself.

Turns out, I was wrong. I whipped around when I heard the sound of arrows rushing through the air, two of which hit Rebekah in the heart. They wouldn't kill her, but rather sent her into a temporary slumber.

"Rebekah!" I shrieked.

They shot me in the shoulder. The arrow had been dipped in something, since I felt faint. My eyes rolled back as I fell to the ground.

Rebekah looked around for signs of where the little witch could be. She hadn't been near her when she woke up. She only saw burnt remains and could only hope Lucy's ashes wasn't apart of the pile.

The witch had knocked out a doctor, as the body was lying limply on the floor.

Klaus appeared behind her. "Wow! You abandoned your quest for power to help out your family! Having an off day?"

"Who took her, Rebekah?" Klaus asked, trying to keep his cool.

"I don't know."

It didn't last for long. "What do you mean, you don't know? And who killed her attackers?"

"I don't know! I had an arrow in my heart. I woke up and there was nothing but burnt corpses."

Klaus stared at her, hoping to get more out of the blonde. "Lucy wouldn't. She wouldn't risk it."

"Unless magic isn't detectable out here," Rebekah suggested. "Traditional magic should be more difficult to detect, anyway."

Klaus followed Rebekah outside of the clinic. Lucy was stumbling towards them, her clothes were torn and slightly burnt. She looked weak and tired. The Original siblings ran towards her.

"Lucy! What happened? Tell me what happened," Klaus pressed.

She was struggling to remember herself. "I can... I can barely remember. I started a fire." What she could remember was eating her alive.

Klaus placed an hand on her arm and examined her for wounds.

"You've completely healed," he noticed, amazed. "There's not a scratch on you."

Her eyes narrowed in confusion. "Maybe I did a healing spell."

Klaus shook his head. "No, the fire would have taken all of your energy."

Rebekah rushed over to the brown-haired witch and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Leave her alone!" She thought for a moment. Her eyes widened with realisation as a thought hit her. "It's the baby. The vampire blood, Klaus' vampire blood, in your system, it can heal any wound." Klaus whipped around as they sat down on a step outside of the clinic. "Your own child healed you."

Klaus smiled.

"How did you escape?" Rebekah asked.

The memories came flooding back. "I-I woke up and pulled out the arrow. The warlocks were about to find me... so I..." A look of sadness crossed her face. "I killed them. I set them on fire."

Rebekah rubbed her arm soothingly. "It's okay. You were only protecting yourself and your baby."

Klaus pointed one angry index finger at her. "The witches were supposed to protect you! When I get my hands on Sophie Deveraux–"

"It wasn't Sophie–"

"It was Agnes," Lucy finished.

"Fine! Agnes, Sophie, it's all the same to me! I'll slaughter the lot of them!" Klaus roared.

"Not if Elijah gets there first," Rebekah said.

"Elijah? Did you find him?" Lucy asked.

"He's been in touch, and he has a plan. All he asks is that we take care of you."

She smiled. "Hey, so... can we get home? As much as I hate that place, I'd like to sleep for a couple of days."

Lucy stood up as Klaus nodded, smiling. As she made her first step, she stumbled and nearly fell. Klaus vampire-speeded over to her and swooped her up - bridal style.

"Oh, I've got you, love. I've got you."

I sat up in my bed and switched on the TV. The first thing that I saw was Twilight. Jeremy and I used to watch Twilight all the time at home, just for a bit of comedy. Vampires didn't sparkle in the sun!

I was about an hour in when Klaus came in and leaned on the wardrobe. He smiled. "You're watching Twilight, love?"

Shrugging, I said, "I needed a laugh."

Klaus chuckled. "I think we all do. The fire you started in the woods - it wasn't detected. Marcel's a little suspicious that a witch did do magic whilst in the Quarter, but he's not pointing a finger at you. Probably at Sophie Deveraux."

I killed them. All those witches and warlocks. I didn't feel as much guilt as I did when I killed the twelve witches.

We got to the other location as quick as we could. Stefan had superspeeded into a tree to avoid the witches. They were chanting in Latin.

"They're linked. Bonnie's gonna kill them," Stefan said.

"Not if the witches kill her first," Klaus replied, slamming Stefan against the tree.

My gaze diverted from Bonnie, who was screaming in pain, to Klaus and Stefan and back.

"We have to save her," I stated. "Klaus!"

"How? The only way to stop the witches is to kill them, and then Silas gets what he wants," Klaus growled.

"Spirits, take her soul. Free her from darkness."

One of the witches held the dagger over Bonnie's chest. I couldn't let Bonnie die. I forgot all about the triangle and Silas and focused on the most important thing. Saving Bonnie. There was only one way to save her.

I thrusted my hand into the air. "Motus."

The dagger that the witch held over Bonnie flew into the witch's heart.

"NO!" Klaus yelled.

I rushed over to Bonnie, but stopped as the witch's dropped dead. The flames in the torches burned out. I killed them. I killed my own kind. I killed twelve witches. Oh my God.

Then I remembered why I did it. Bonnie.

"Bonnie. Bonnie!" I said.

I gripped her shoulders and shook her slightly. She opened her eyes. They were white, no pupil or iris.

She gave a creepy smile. "The triangle is complete."

That guilt ate me alive. This guilt was nothing compared to that. Maybe I was growing up and accepting that sometimes I'd have to kill people to protect myself and the ones I love. And that scared me.

"You gave us a scare today, Lucy," Klaus said, bringing me out of a trance. He was smiling at me proudly. "But we should have known you'd be able to protect yourself."

"I should have found another way," I said. "I shouldn't have killed them. It was like my instincts just took over."

"Maternal instincts are already manifesting then," Klaus teased.

I laughed. "Maybe. How about your paternal instincts?"

He grinned. "At their peak."

I pursed my lips to stop myself from laughing, but one grin from Klaus and I went into a fit of laughter. I wasn't the only one laughing, though.

Klaus lay down next to me on the bed. I gave him a 'what the hell are you doing' look and raised an eyebrow. "What? I happen to enjoy watching sparkling vampires who watch humans as they sleep."

I nodded slowly. "Alright then."

A/N: Reviews? Suggestions?

No offense to anyone who likes Twilight. I just thought that the characters in the TO/TVD universe would find it funny since it's portrayal of vampires - according to their universe - is wrong.