Chapter 10: Plans Gone Awry

The branches snagged at her dress and left cuts on her as she ran through the trees, but she couldn't stop, not until she was sure she was safe. If she could still hear the screams and see the flames that lit the once fine mansion, she was too close. That's what Davina had told her before they had split up.

Davina.

The girl hadn't meant harm, but she still had a hand in the way things went down. She, Jackson, and Marcel. The thought still made her upset.

Jane shrieked as she stepped down into air and fell forward, landing in a tiny creek. She took a moment to catch her breath, ignoring the bitingly cold water soaking her dress and her gloves. Her hair, had already come down from the up do that Rebekah had helped make and inches of it dipped into the water. Slowly, she managed to get off her hands and knees, grabbing a low hanging branch and pulling herself up the next embankment. Her left shoe disappeared into the dark water and washed down the tiny waterfall. Frustrated, she tossed the other one into the water as well. There was no use in carrying or wearing one shoe.

Her knees and palms were now throbbing from the rocks she had landed on, but she had no one to blame but herself for not paying attention to her surroundings. She wrung the ends of her hair and looked around her, suddenly wary of running into a werewolf, but they seemed to have stayed with Jackson, fighting the vampires and each other as well as destroying the beautiful mansion. They would soon be after her unless Jackson had changed his mind. She hoped he had. The last she had seen he and his friend Oliver had been close to coming to blows over her. They had taken her blood and forced her stand in the middle of them as they turned back to humans. Now their curse had ended.

Jane kept walking despite the fact that the only sounds she now heard were cicadas, frogs, and the occasional owl. She could no longer see the house either, but she still didn't feel safe. Nowhere was safe now. Not without the Mikaelsons to protect her. She had no idea what had happened to them. Or to Klaus. Tears stung her eyes and she wiped at them when they blurred her vision. She was alone, cold, afraid, and definitely lost.

She came to a road and after climbing up the little hill, looked down one way and then the other, wondering where she was and which way to go. Both paths were dark and foreboding. She didn't want to go too far in case Klaus made it out and was looking for her, but the hope was miniscule. Jane sighed. She was so tired, more so because of the pregnancy. She had a sudden jolt of panic as she wondered if her running and falling had upset the baby. The creek hadn't been the first time she had fallen and it wouldn't be the last.

Neighing of horses came from somewhere and she soon heard the creaking of wagon or carriage wheels. Despite the fact that she wanted to be in a safe place, she didn't want to be seen by just anyone. She needed someone she could trust. Jane slid back down the little hill and hid behind a tree. As the carriage approached, she peeked out from behind the tree watching it cautiously.

The dark colored carriage came closer and she bit her lip.

Six hours earlier…

Marcel looked up from his glass, eyes wild as he choked on his drink. Klaus thumped him on the back, a half-amused smirk on his face.

"She's…Really?" He stated, a ball of guilt churning in his stomach. The plan was about to happen, about to go down any second, but…Jane was pregnant. Could he really hurt a young girl that was with child?

"The baby is Niklaus'." Elijah continued as if there were no interruptions. "It is the upmost importance that we keep it a secret for now."

"How is she pregnant?"

Klaus sighed. "That my dear friend, is the reason I am telling you. I trust you to keep this between us, is that understood?" Marcel nodded. "Jane is an elemental and since I am a Hybrid, my werewolf genes make it possible to have a baby with her. We've kept it a secret for a month now, but I felt that you needed to be included. You are after all family."

The guilt grew and Marcel shifted. "I won't tell, but won't people start to notice her?"

"They will eventually." Klaus murmured. "But we need to have a plan for that time. Silas wants the elemental, but he has no idea it is Jane. He only knows she came from one of the villages he's been terrorizing. And if he discovers what she is…Discovers she is carrying my child…"

Marcel nodded. "Right. Mass mayhem."

"That is one way to put it."

"Well, I won't tell anybody." Marcel fought down the guilt. So, what if she was carrying a baby? She still belonged to Klaus and he planned on taking everything from him and that would include his own child. "I want to protect them too." Klaus smiled.

A frantic knocking at door had them turning around.

Jane poked her head around the door. "Master?"

"There you are, pet." Klaus gestured to her. "We were just speaking about you."

"What's going on?" Elijah asked automatically. Then they heard it. Howls.

"They're outside." Jane whispered. "Lord Kol said someone opened all the gates. They we're coming into the garden when we made it inside."

Elijah's mouth drew into a thin line. And he glanced at his brother. Klaus frowned.

The sound of glass breaking and screaming alarmed them and Jane flew into Klaus' arms with a startled whimper. Elijah and Marcel zipped from the room, leaving them alone. He cradled her trembling form, murmuring soothingly before tilting her face up.

"Listen to me, pet. I want you to find Katerina and stay with her. Do what she says."

"But, Master-"

He shook his head, wiping away her frightened tears. "I want you and the baby safe, my love. Stay with Katerina."

The girl nodded, wincing as screams and snarls intensified. "Be careful, Niklaus." She whispered and pecked the corner of his mouth before leaving. Klaus touched the spot, a small smile forming at the fact that she had called him by his name and the sweet kiss she had given him, before he zoomed off at the sound of his sister's cry.

Jane fought against the hold that the two werewolves had on her. They had been given special rings, made by Genevieve, allowing them to be human.

"Let me go!" She shrieked, kicking at the one closest to her, but it did no good.

"Nik!" She heard Rebekah yell and then she saw the siblings, trying to fight an invisible hold on them, but Genevieve and her friends had them trapped. Klaus, Rebekah, Elijah, Kol, and even Freya. Davina stood off to the side, looking very conflicted as she stood next to Marcel.

Klaus locked eyes with her before assessing her for damage and then snarling at Marcel, who shifted guilty. It didn't take her long to figure it out.

"Mr. Gerard?" She said softly and he winced, before looking at her with remorse. She frowned and then noticed she was being forced into a group of werewolves. Some still wolves and a few humans, including Jackson, Oliver, and his Jackson's grandmother. They formed an odd shape, but Jane wasn't sure what it was.

The older woman held her hand out for something and Jane bit her lip as the reflective gleam of a large dagger flashed in the light.

"Hold out her hands." The older woman replied and Jane shrieked and fought as her hands were forced out, the palms up, her pretty gloves tosses aside.

"What are you doing to her!?" Klaus bellowed, voice laced with fury and pain.

"Please don't." Jane begged as the woman came closer.

The woman smiled at her reassuringly. "I'm sorry, dear. It won't hurt for long. Your blood will help us."

"I don't understand." She said, but the woman didn't reply to that.

"Jackson, the chalices."

Jane couldn't stop the winces and hisses of pain as both of her palms were sliced. Her blood dripped into the two silver chalices that Jackson and Oliver held beneath her hands. She could feel lightheadedness overcome her and if it weren't for the two holding her up she would have collapsed. She was vaguely aware of the chalices being handed around before she shut her eyes.

"There you go." A familiar voice said soothingly. "Wake up, Jane."

Jane's eyes fluttered open to see Rebekah cradling her, her wrist pulling away from her lips. She looked tired, defeated. A look she had never seen before.

"Mistress Rebekah?" She whispered and she shushed her.

"Rest your voice. You need your strength."

She took her hand and put it on her stomach. She got her meaning.

"The baby is all right." She promised and she sighed with relief. She smiled faintly before glowering at someone across the room.

"I said you could heal her. Now get away from her."

Jane turned her head to see Marcel eyeing them from an armchair. Klaus' armchair to be exact. He was looking at them coldly and smugly. Rebekah scowled.

"Let the girl go, Marcel. She's pregnant. You let the werewolves undo their curse. There's no reason to keep her here."

"Actually, there is. That was only Jackson's clan and a nearby werewolf's clan. There are many more. Besides,

"What's mine is yours. Isn't that what you all used to say to me over the years? So now it is mine."

"You arrogant ass. How dare you treat us this way! We were family!"

"No. You all said I was, but I wasn't really. Klaus Mikaelson doesn't share. He's finally out of the way." He softened his voice. "Aren't you tired of him taking advantage of you, Rebekah? Daggering you when he felt the need too? Ignoring your feelings and killing people you fell in love with?"

"He's stopped doing that." She snapped. "Jane's got a baby. You can't keep her here like a prisoner."

"She belongs to me now, Bekah. I am taking everything that belongs to Klaus including his little bed warmer and her baby."

Rebekah made to speak in protest as Jane curled herself closer to her, when there were shouts coming from the hallway. Marcel stood up, frowning as he made his way to the entrance of the parlor, and Rebekah turned to Jane quickly.

"Listen to me every carefully. There's a back door in the kitchen. Go quickly out that door and don't look back. Do you understand me?"

"But-"

"For your safety and the baby's please go, Jane."

Rebekah suddenly attacked Marcel and Jane moved past them, running up the hallway and towards the kitchen.

Jane dodged werewolves to get to the kitchen and she ran into Katherine who was helping an injured Elijah. The vampire was pale and sweaty.

"Jane, go out the back door and straight to the woods. Don't stop until you can't hear the fight and until you can no longer see any part of this house."

"Master Elijah?"

Katherine looked at him. "Klaus will tend to him as soon as he finishes off the last witch. Genevieve is not easy to take down, but it's lucky for us that Davina decided to play both sides." She shoved her gently. "Go, Jane. They won't stop looking for you. You have to leave. We'll be okay."

The girl gave them both a last hug and Jane kissed Elijah's fevered cheek. A werewolf had bitten him.

"Be safe." She whispered and disappeared through the little door.

Present time...

It was nearing dawn, when Jane stopped to rest against the side of a dark wooden fence. She couldn't go any further without feeling pain in her feet. She was exhausted and cold and she knew that wasn't good for the baby either. She couldn't think of that now. She just needed to hope that her master would find her someday.

Her eyes felt heavy and she needed sleep. Maybe if she could just get over the fence? Jane weighed her options. It would be safer than at the edge of the woods. Jane stood on wobbly legs, gripping at the fence.

She managed to pull herself up and just barely got a leg over the side of the fence. After a lot of stopping and starting again, she finally got to the point, where she would have to drop. Exhaustion however, won first and her arms gave out. She gasped sharply, falling, but she collided with a solid figure who caught her gently.

"Well now." A voice said in amusement. "Who do we have here?"

She looked up to see handsome young man with light blue eyes and dark locks that brushed into his eyes. He had a smirk that reminded her of her master. He set her down, but kept her from being able to run away.

"Let me go." She said, trying to pull away.

"Easy. I'm not going to hurt you." He cooed. "You were climbing my fence."

"I'm sorry. I'll go back. Just please don't hurt me."

Tears of exhaustion and fright wet her eyes.

The man's face softened. "I won't hurt you. What's your name?"

"J-Jane Evans."

"My name is Damon Salvatore."

Jane blinked. "Salvatore? Are you the one who bought Elena?"

"Yes, how did you know that? Are you a pet?"

She nodded, a bit relieved to at least know someone friendly was nearby. Even if Elena couldn't really help her.

"A runaway pet?"

Jane sniffed. "No, my master and I were separated. Someone attacked us."

"Oh, I see." Damon frowned. "Are they after you now?"

"I…Maybe I should go." She started back towards the fence, feeling guilty. If the witches found her here…Or if the werewolves did…

Damon stopped her. "Who do you belong too?"

"Klaus Mikaelson."

He snorted. "No wonder someone is after him. That's nothing new. Why don't you come inside? You're cold, wet, and not to mention exhausted. If you came from the mansion that's miles away from here."

"If they find me here…"

"Don't worry about that. I have a pair of witchy…pals, no acquaintances. They'll help."

Jane bit her lip before nodding and taking his offered hand.

They took a few steps and she stumbled. He lifted her off her feet and she looked at him with wide eyes.

"You don't have shoes." He said simply and left it at that.

"The poor thing must be exhausted." Caroline cooed as she stroked Jane's hair. The girl was sleeping deeply now as the sun rose in the morning sky. Elena covered the girl with the bedsheets, making sure she was warm enough.

"Did you know she came from the Mikaelson's?" The brunette asked.

"Master Stefan told me." The blonde shifted. "Did you tell her that her master has to claim her within the next two weeks?"

Elena shook her head. "No. I didn't want to upset her more than she already was. Something happened at that mansion, Care. It's all over town now. The Mikaelsons have disappeared."

They looked down at Jane, wondering what their masters were going to do.

Damon paced and frowned. "She's pregnant, Stefan. What would we do with her?"

"Well, I don't know. But we can't just send her away."

"If Klaus doesn't come to find her in two weeks, she'll have to be sent back to the auction house anyway. It's the rules, Stefan."

The younger Salvatore ran his fingers through his hair. "Well…You could always claim her. She and Elena know each other. She'd be safe here."

"Yeah, but then here comes baby. Then she'd want the father involved. It's too messy."

"Then let's not say anything. Ask her who the father is and maybe she can go with him. If the Mikaelsons are well and truly gone, she'd be free."

Damon nodded. "All right, but what if she won't tell who the father is. Maybe he doesn't want it."

"We'll think of something if it comes to that."

Five days later...

Jane had been frightened of Stefan at first, mistaking him for Silas, but there was a difference between them. Stefan was much politer and wore his hair differently, a bit longer than Silas'. Plus, they did not share the same accent. Silas had a heavy accent that was slightly Greek, but Stefan's was all American. Now she was comfortable around him.

She had taken to cleaning around the house, insisting that she needed to do something so they allowed it, though someone was always with her incase she needed them.

At the moment she was in the library, dusting shelves and replacing missing books.

Damon muttered something from his desk and Jane turned from putting books away.

"Did you say something, sir?"

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing." He said and she nodded with a small smile and went back to sliding books into the shelves. "Are you sure you should be carrying that?"

"It's not that heavy, sir. I can manage."

Damon watched her bend to get another book. She was a tempting little thing and had she not been pregnant he would have considered buying her for himself. But she was and he sensed she wouldn't be too happy about it.

"Master Damon, a letter for you." Elena said, coming into the room in her swishing red dress. Jane thought she would be like Katherine, but Elena was the exact opposite.

"Thank you, darling." He told her and pulled her into his lap.

"Master!" Elena giggled and Jane looked away. She couldn't help but be jealous that Elena got to be with her master, Jane missed her Master Klaus. "Did you miss me?"

"Always." He said lowly and moans were heard.

Tears stung her eyes, but Jane refused to shed them. He'd come for her. He would.

Elena's moans stopped suddenly. "Elena. Go get Stefan, please."

"I can go." Jane volunteered, glancing cautiously at Damon. Elena looked upset, but not with her master.

"No. I, uh, need to discuss something with you."

Elena went past her, giving her a sympathetic look. The door clicked shut and Damon gestured for her to come closer. Jane swallowed nervously, dread filling her gut.

"Now, this may be hard to hear and I wish I could tell you all that I know, but…This is the latest news from Newsport." He handed her a letter and Jane read over it.

"…Niklaus Mikaelson and the other siblings are dead. The witch coven leader has announced it…"

"No." Jane whispered, tears blurring her vision. "But he can't be." She looked up at Damon, tears falling down her cheeks. "Please tell me this isn't true." She asked him, her breath catching.

Damon looked away. "The witches found something that could kill them I guess. I'm very sorry."

Jane collapsed into sobs, burying her face into her hands.

A week later...

Marcel wiped the blood off his hands and stepped over the dead witch and into the darkened study. It had been almost three weeks since the incident at the mansion and he was getting fed up. First some bitchy werewolf by the name of Francesca Guerra decided to demand that he find jane and bring her to him. As if. He was not bowing down to her. However, things were getting out of hand. She and Genevieve formed an alliance against him. They wanted to eliminate all vampires, but to do that they needed to kill the Originals.

He wasn't down with that. Killing Klaus and the rest of the family meant he died as well as over the majority the population. The threat needed to be taken care of. It had been difficult, finding the siblings who had scattered the night he had taken over. At first, Elijah had tried to murder him, but after an explanation of what was going on he agree to help on the condition that he give them back their home. Marcel didn't hesitate to agree. He couldn't afford too.

The battle with the Guerra werewolves lasted for a while, but Elijah slicing off Francesca's head made the rest of them scatter. Unfortunately, Klaus was still being held by Genevieve and that was why he was there. It was time to take down the witch. With Davina's help and a pair of young witches named Sophie and Jane-Ann, he, and the rest of the Mikaelsons were taking control.

"Genevieve is dead." Klaus said monotonously, wiping the blood from his chin. "You changed your mind about being king?"

Marcel sighed. "No, not really, but I'd rather listen to you than to some crazy ass witch of a bitchy werewolf."

"What has become of Jane?"

"I don't know. I've looked for her, but no one's seen her." He said softly and Klaus nodded once. Marcel could see it pained him more than he was letting on. "I'm sure she's okay. She's a brave girl." Klaus didn't respond, his mind on the girl with pretty green eyes and honey colored curls.

"I'll come for you, love." He murmured lowly, his gaze on the horizon.

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