{ FOUR }
Before the Israeli could fall to the floor of the hallway, her sire and lover managed to catch her and lower her down gently.
"Ziva!" He exclaimed, tapping her cheek gently.
When she did not respond, his instinctiveness went into overdrive. Biting into his wrist, he made sure quite a substantial amount of blood was flowing before tilting her head back, shoving the wound into her mouth. Ziva's throat became coated with the Original's blood, it filling her up and healing her as much as it could. Pulling his wrist from her mouth, he picked her up and held her, hoping that it would work, somehow.
"Please, Ziva, wake up!" He pleaded, brushing back her hair.
Looking up, Niklaus saw Elijah and gave him his worried expression. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the hybrid he created.
"I do not know what happened. She just… she fainted, Elijah." He told his brother with a sorrowed tone of voice.
Elijah crouched down to her as well, watching as Ziva's limp frame lay in Klaus' arms as if she were truly dead. However, she did not stay like this for long. Her eyes slowly drifted open, and revealed dull brown hues.
"What—What happened?" She asked in a meek tone.
"You fainted, Ziva." Klaus spoke softly, brushing a little more hair from her face. "Do you think you can get up?"
She nodded briefly before sitting up in a slight manner. The Original hybrid and his brother helped her to her feet. She shook a bit though she steadily shortly thereafter. Ziva smiled faintly, letting go of the men who kept her steady. Walking towards the door of her room, she opened it feebly and stumbled toward her bed, lying down. Klaus followed her in, taking the spot beside her in the extravagant bed.
"I am sorry, Ziva. I am so sorry." He spoke, showing her a side of himself he rarely let through the veil of hostility, violence, and emotional numbness.
"No, it is I who am sorry, Klaus. I… I should not have been so harsh with you." She murmured softly. "I just… I should have allowed you to take off my clothes, but I do not know… it just did not feel right. I am so sorry."
This, of course, was a lie. Ziva could not have told him the truth. It was not the proper moment to tell him that she was pregnant. Then again, whenever is the right time? There was not one, not really. She then leaned over and kissed him gently on his all-too alluring lips. Grinning, the hybrid turned over onto her other side so that her back faced her maker. Klaus could not help but to smile at the way his sirling's back curved just so. He remembered several times at night when he would trace his fingertips along the bare curvature of it when she slept. That day, however, he simply let his arm drape around her lower torso. Just before he could feel her rounded abdomen, she grabbed his hand and moved it up, kissing it before resting it near her chest.