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Chapter Six

"I have a special gift of sensing when a girl is pregnant."

It had been years since that fateful night, the ultimate secret that had sent their family in a crash course to war. He still didn't know what had happened. Sophie Deveraux had informed him and Klaus of the girl, Hayley's pregnancy. And while Elijah hated being blackmailed, he couldn't help but give in to the demands of the young witch. Marcel's reign over New Orleans should be stopped, and possibly it would've been if they had not lost Hayley. He had been a fool to think Klaus had any attraction to the girl, but he had hoped and falsely assumed; and he had falsely trusted the witches to protect the young werewolf. That trust had obviously been misplaced, even though the young witch couldn't say what had happened. One minute Hayley had been in a safe house, the next she was gone.

For 15 years they had worked in the shadows, no longer out of being blackmailed but of sincerely wanting to aid in the freedom of the witches of New Orleans' French Quarter, working to find Hayley; to find answers. And yet, when they had stopped looking, he had come across that young girl and her brother. It couldn't be… could it?


No matter how many times she woke up in a hospital bed, she would never get used to it. Straining to sit up, she grumbled at the many tubes and wires that restrained her movements. Sitting up, she sighed and looked around the room, taking everything in. Same white walls, same white sheets, white bed, same machines and tubing and wires; and same uncomfortable chair pulled up to her bedside with her loving little brother asleep with a sketchpad on his chest.

Sage smiled as she sat up and looked him over. So, someone had been home. She'd have to thank them when she was released then. Smiling, she carefully started pulling all the tubing out. She couldn't stand the feeling of an IV in her skin. Unhooking everything only took her minutes, and soon she was kneeling next to her brother's chair, gently shaking his shoulder.

"Henrik… Henrik… Brother." Sage giggled as he started and blinked his eyes open. She loved their eye color, the same light blue that could reflect into their souls or block everything out. At 15 years old, they were the same height, with long curly hair, same light sandy toned skin, same full expression lips, and same exact eye color. The only differences between them, physically at least, were their noses, hair color and length. Her own long brunette curls reaching down to her mid-back, almost to her waist, and Henrik's just past shoulder-length.

"Sage, you're awake!" Henrik exclaimed as he opened his eyes and smiled up at her. In a moment he was hugging her tightly to him. He had been so afraid that he would lose her that he had almost completely forgotten about why she had run out of the library in the first place. But now that she was awake and well, he couldn't shake his curiosity. "Sage, why did you run off like that? What happened?"

"I…" Blinking, Sage was once again lost in all the questions that had been running through her mind at seeing the elegant script on that book. "I found a book in the archives that, well, it had our name on it, Henrik."