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"Finally!" I cried happily, smoothening down the front of my dress. "Finally, one that fits me! I guess I'm not gaining as much weight as I thought!"

Hayley, who was standing behind me, tilted her head to the side as she examined my reflection in the mirror. "I don't think so. I think you just got the dress of a pregnant Casket Girl. In fact, you literally look like that stupid bluge in a perfectly straight line of toothpaste on a toothbrush."

I turned and playfully batted her arm. "Not funny! And besides, you're the one that keeps stuffing me with food."

"Is it my fault that I want you to be healthy?"

There was another celebration going on in New Orleans, and when I asked Rebekah what the deal was with this new party, she told Hayley and I the story of the Casket Girls: It's a long story, but the basic gist is that the Casket Girls were girls that were brave enough to fight back against forces that oppressed them, which was pretty cool, if I did say so myself. Women standing up for themselves? Can I get a hell yeah?

Rebekah had dug out an old trunk of clothing, and Hayley and I had been spending the morning trying on the dresses. Thanks to my ever growing pregnant belly, I hadn't been able to fit into any of the dresses that Hayley presented me with. Until now, that is.

I twirled as I looked at myself in the mirror. "I don't look so bad. Besides, in this dress, you almost can't tell."

"Key word being almost," Hayley pointed out as she admired her own reflection in the mirror.

"We look pretty," I commented. This had been my first opportunity to dress up since I had gotten to New Orleans, and even then, I wasn't going to be going anywhere and celebrating in the festivities. Hayley and I decided that it would probably just be a good idea to stay at home, especially with all the rising tension going on. I tried convincing Hayley to go have fun, that she didn't need to be watching me 24/7, but she would have none of it. We were in this together, she had said, and to be honest, I was glad she thought this way. I wasn't looking forward to spending the evening alone.

"We look stupid," Hayley countered, and I couldn't help but agree with her a little. I mean, we did look pretty ridiculous.

She gave herself one more onceover before she turned her back to me. "Unzip me? I'm going to go change. I really have to pee."

I rolled my eyes, but turned to her back. "Isn't it supposed to be me with the uncontrolable urge to pee?" I asked as I unzipped her.

"I had, like, two cups of tea this morning," Hayley said as I let go of the zipper. "Sue me."

She turned and left the room so she could go change. I turned back to the mirror, and swayed the skirt of the dress a little. I smiled at my reflection. I really did feel pretty. The dress I was wearing was like a wedding dress, but a lot simpler. I felt like Cinderella.

Well, a knocked up Cinderella, minus the fairy godmother, the talking mice, and the handsome prince at the end.

I was too busy fiddling with a piece of thread to even notice that I wasn't alone in the room anymore. Once I finally plucked it off of the dress, I looked back up, and nearly screamed when I saw another reflection in the mirror. The scream immediately died in my throat when I saw that it was just Elijah.

"Oh God, you scared me," I breathed with a small smile. "But, in a city like this, there is a lot more scary things."

Elijah smiled. "Playing dress up by yourself?"

"No, I was playing with Hayley," I answered. "She went to go change. Apparently, there weren't that many pregnant Casket Girls." I moved my hands to my stomach, and gently patted Baby Gilbert.

"I think you look lovely," Elijah said honestly.

I half scoffed half laughed, but mainly to cover up the blush that was starting to creep up on my neck. I thought back to what Hayley had said. "Really? I literally look like that stupid bluge in a perfectly straight line of toothpaste on a toothbrush."

Elijah chuckled. "Now you know that's not true. Although, I would-" He started, grabbing the edge of the dress that covered my shoulder and pulling it more over to the left of my shoulder, leaving me to think that he was trying to cover my birthmark.

"Yeah, I know," I said, bringing my hand back to where the mark was. "Keep the weird, wolfy mark covered up."

"Well, I don't suspect that any of the riff raff here would dare lay a hand on you," Elijah thought aloud, and I couldn't help but smile at the words "riff raff". Elijah speaking all olden timey was cute-ahem-definitely not cute. "Not when you're under the protection of my family, still, we shouldn't take any chances."

"Let's be real here, Hayley would take them out a lot faster than you or Klaus or Rebekah could," I said, and Elijah slightly nodded his head in agreement.

I huffed as I tilted my head in the reflection. "It's too bad that this dress won't see a good night out. After being in that trunk for like, ninety years, it probably deserves a good night out."

"You know," Elijah started as he walked over so that he was standing in front of me. "If you wanted to attend the festivities tonight, I'd be more than willing to take you."

I smiled at him. "I know you would, and thanks for that. But I think I'm gonna pass. Hayley and I have a big night planned. We're gonna watch movies, and have girl talk, and try to ignore our lives for the time being," I said. "Plus, I know you and Klaus are teetering on the edge of talking to each other again, and I don't want to be the one to push you over to the 'killing each other' phase," I said quietly.

Elijah nodded. "Of course."

"We're also going to try and think of baby names," I brought up, but I didn't know why.

"Really?" Elijah asked.

I nodded. "I can't call her Baby Gilbert for the next six months. She deserves a name."

"I wish you luck," Elijah said. "There are a lot of names in the world to choose from."

He gave me a smile, before walking past me to leave. I reached my arms behind me to try and unzip my dress, but to my dismay, I couldn't reach. "Elijah?" I called out, stopping him from leaving the room.

He turned around, and I looked at him through the mirror. "Do you mind...?" I asked.

Elijah nodded, and he came back over to me. He swept my wavy brown hair away from my back, and his fingers grasped the buttons to undo the clasp. I felt a lump in my throat form as I watched him in the mirror, Elijah's gaze entirely fixated on his hands. I felt a slight shiver that I tried my best to fight and ignore when he pulled the zipper down, and I had to fight against the flush that was now running down my back.

"Thanks," I murmured when he let go of the zipper, and he barely said "You're welcome" before he was out the door, shutting it tightly behind him.

I huffed as I felt the blush starting to fade away. I looked down at my stomach, and groaned.

"What has Mommy gotten herself into?"

Feeling much better now that I was back in my street clothes, I walked over to the trunk where Rebekah was standing in the Abattoir. I had overheard from one of the vampires that Davina had gone missing, and I couldn't help but feel super guilty. Did what I tell her prompt her to leave?

"So Davina's missing, huh?" I asked as I got to Rebekah. I opened the chest that was beside her and stuffed my dress into it.

My blonde friend sighed as she threw a white dress back into a large chest that was sitting in front of her. "Walked right out of the front door, apparently. Know anything about it?"

"Not really," I said. "But I did tell her that the last remaining witch Elder was dead."

"Why would she care when the Elders tried to kill her in their ritual?" Rebekah asked.

"I think she's just angry that Marcel didn't tell her that the thing keeping her from being free was eliminated," I thought.

"So you're why she's run off," Rebekah concluded.

I looked over to where Klaus was standing to make sure that he wasn't paying attention. The last thing that I needed was for him to find out that I was involved in Davina's flight. "I didn't pack her bags for her if that's what you're to imply," I said, feeling a little hurt. "I just told her the truth. She's the one that finally figured out that they were just using her to keep the control over witches."

Rebekah looked up over to Klaus, who was now joined by Marcel. "Yeah, well, I've never been a fan of the boys club. Just wait, Elijah will join them and the three of them will be impossible," She said. She looked up over to where Klaus was. "Used by the witches, lied to by Marcel, manipulated by Elijah, threatened by Klaus," Rebekah rattled off. "It's like a modern day Casket Girl."

I considered her words, and realized that how they were all connected. "Are you talking about Davina or yourself?"

Rebekah threw me a look. "Does it matter? Either way, us girls got to stick together," She said.

I nodded. In a town run by boys, we really did.

I growled as I stomped towards a bathroom. "Look, I know that Klaus ordered you guys to follow me around," I started, and I swirled around to face my two vampire bodyguards. "But do you really have to follow me into the bathroom?"

The two of them didn't say anything, and I rolled my eyes. I felt my phone ring in my pocket, and I dug it out to see who was calling. My eyes practically bugged out of my head when I saw who was calling. I looked back up at the vampires. "I need a minute, it's my gynecologist. Unless you would like to listen to us discuss my lady parts?"

The two of them didn't say a word as I turned around and opened the door to the parking garage. I checked behind me to make sure that the door was soundly shut before answering the call. "What the hell do you want?"

"I know you don't trust me," Sophie Deveraux started. "But you need to listen. Everything is about to change. Davina is on the loose."

"Wow, nothing gets passed you witches," I said with an eye roll, even though Sophie couldn't see it. "Ten points to Sophie Deveraux."

"Enough with the sarcasm," Sophie said. "I need something from you, so that the witches can complete the Harvest."

"First of all, on what planet, in what universe, in what existence would I help you witch bitches get more power?" I asked. "Literally all you guys have been doing is hexing me. Not the way to get favours from someone."

"You'll help me because if we don't complete the Harvest, our access to magic will fade for good. You are a witch, you're our people too, and you'll lose that power. And it doesn't bode well for your werewolf family."

I froze. What about my werewolf family? "And exactly what do you know about my werewolf family?" I asked cautiously.

"You are half witch, half werewolf, even though you haven't triggered the curse," Sophie started. "You're from the Crescent Wolf bloodline. Marcel got a witch to curse them so that they're trapped in wolf form."

"Unless you plan on telling me something that I don't know, I'm going to hang up."

"My bloodline executed that curse," Sophie explained. "Help me complete the Harvest, and I'll undo the curse for you."

Undo the curse on mine and Hayley's family so that we can talk and interact with them? All I have to do is help a witch? I sighed. "What do you need me to do?"

"I need to consecrate the remains of a powerful witch so I can absorb their magic," Sophie said. "I know of one who's body was never found. Her name was Celeste DuBois. I believe you and she have a friend in common."

And there go my plans of helping Sophie. They went right down the drain. "Elijah," I sighed.

"Story goes that when she died, he buried her in a secret spot at her request. All you need to do is find out where."

"I'm sorry Sophie, I can't help you," I said immediately. What was I even thinking? I was seriously going to let a girl die for my own gain? That wasn't me. And going behind Elijah's back like that? That wasn't me either.

"Why not? What happened to wanting to help your family?" She asked.

"You couldn't offer me everything in the world to betray a friend," I said. "I have Elijah's trust and friendship, and that is not something I'm willing to jepordize over some silly little ritual. Also, I'm pretty sure that digging up someone's grave is at least twenty years of bad karma. I am not going to betray Elijah, I am not going to dig up some woman's grave that I don't even know, and I am not going to participate in the sacrifice of an innocent sixteen year old girl. Good luck, Sophie," I said, and I hung up before she had the chance to say anything else.

"Can you believe the nerve of Sophie Deveraux?" I said to Hayley as I threw my hair into a messy bun. "She actually wanted me to go behind Elijah's back like that. Even if Elijah and I weren't friends, I still wouldn't do that to a dead person."

"I don't know," Hayley said as she slightly squirmed. "I know if I were in your shoes, I'd do it."

"Really?" I asked, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline. "You'd really do it?"

"You don't know what it's like to grow up without a family, Juliet," Hayley explained. "Besides, the Crescent wolves are our family. I'd do it."

I sighed. "Hayley, don't you think I know that they're our family? Yeah, I'd love to just wave my hand and undo the curse so that they can live normally, but I can't."

"Maybe you can," Hayley suggested. "You're a witch, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess," I started. "But I'm nowhere near strong enough to actually do anything, let alone lift a huge curse like that. I haven't even used a spell before!"

Hayley huffed. "That's true." We were both quiet for a minute before she spoke up. "I'm getting kind of hungry. Do you want me to go pick something up to eat?"

I nodded. "Sure. Make sure you get something spicy, I've been craving it today."

She smiled. "I'll be back in a little bit."

I decided to take a shower while I waited for Hayley to return. I shed my clothes, and stepped under the hot stream of water. As I scrubbed shampoo into my hair, I couldn't help but think back to the decision I had made.

I made the right one, didn't I? I didn't want to make Elijah angry with me; I can't imagine what that would be like. I also didn't want to help kill a young girl. I thought of Baby Gilbert, if she was in Davina's place. I put my soapy hands to my stomach that had started to grow even more. I know I said that I didn't like killing people, but if people threatened my baby, I didn't know if I would hold myself to that promise.

But then again...the Crescent wolves were my family, and I had an opportunity to help them. But to do that, I'd have to get my hands dirty. Maybe if I helped Davina somehow, she'd help me with undoing the curse.

But I didn't want it to seem that I was using her for my own gain. That was just selfish.

I banged my head against the wall of the shower.

When did my life get so complicated?

I stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered. I pulled on a dark pink long sleeved top, jeans that still fit me, and long boots. I had just grabbed a book from my shelf when I heard screams. I barreled out of my room, and gasped when I saw the bloody mess in the middle of the compound.

Klaus, Elijah, and Marcel were all passed out on the floor. I barreled down the stairs, and ran right to Elijah.

"Elijah?" I said, dropping to his side. I gasped when I saw that he had a trail of blood going from his mouth all the way down his front. His lips were stained with the ruby red liquid, and he looked pretty messed up, but I didn't think he was unconscious. I grabbed him, and started shaking him slightly. "Elijah, wake up!"

Nothing was working. I groaned, realizing what I probably had to do. I took off my earring, steeled myself, and poked a hole in my pointer finger. I grimaced slightly at the pain, but ignored it as I put my finger underneath Elijah's nose, trying to rouse him with the smell of blood.

It worked, and the wound on my finger closed up as he stirred. "What happened?" I asked as he began to sit up.

"Davina happened," He answered. Elijah's attitude went from in pain to worry. "When did you come? Are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?"

I shook my head. "No, she didn't hurt me, I'm fine. I didn't even see Davina. I just heard screams and ran out as fast as I could. What did Davina do?"

"Klaus lured her out by taking her friend Tim hostage," Elijah explained. "And when she came, she knocked us all out, and apparently has left," Elijah commented, looking around the empty compound.

Klaus began stirring, and the two of us looked over to where he was. "What the bloody hell hit me?" He groaned as he tried putting himself into a sitting position.

"The witch equivalent of Tinkerbell," I answered.

Klaus eventually brushed himself off, and Elijah regained his strength too. The first thing that Klaus did was call Rebekah, and Elijah went over to where Marcel was still passed out to wait for him to wake up.

Marcel groaned as he finally woke up, and he looked up at Elijah.

"Well, isn't this monumentally awkward," Elijah said, and we both offered a hand to help Marcel stand up. Marcel took our hands, and we lifted him up off of the ground.

"Rebekah, where are you?" Klaus spoke into the phone. "Well, I tried to talk to her out of respect for Marcel but she made it quite clear that she is not our friend. My apologies if you thought she was yours." Klaus paused as he listened to Rebekah. "No, it wouldn't. See, the poison I compelled Timothy to feed her is quite potent. It's just a matter of time for her."

I could feel Marcel tense up with anger, and he started making his way to probably beat the crap out of Klaus. Elijah was able to hold him back, though.

However, Marcel wasn't the only one he had to worry about.

Klaus tried to poison Davina? Just because she wanted to live her own life? Made me wonder what he'd do to Baby Gilbert if she refused to do her homework, or if she has a rebellious phase.

I prepared myself to do my "not taking anyone's shit" walk, but Elijah grabbed me by the arm before I could. I looked over to him, and he slightly shook his head.

Okay, so maybe I was going to take Elijah's shit.

"There is no dealing with those who threaten us," Klaus told Rebekah. "Davina sealed her fate when she stood against me. This is her choice, not mine." And with that, he hung up.

Elijah, Marcel, and I all gave Klaus dirty, judgmental looks. Klaus actually had the audacity to laugh. "Oh, come on. The stench of your judgement is overwhelming," Klaus said as he walked between Marcel and Elijah. He turned around. "Need I remind you that Davina just bested the lot of us! I did what had to be done." Klaus looked over at his brother. "Don't worry, Elijah. I remain as redeemable as ever."

"So you compelled that boy to poison Davina without consulting Marcel or myself?" Elijah asked, keeping his anger and irritation at bay.

Klaus simply shrugged.

"You know the worst part is?" Marcel started. "You are so predictable that I had to make an alliance with your brother, who I don't even like."

Klaus looked over to Elijah, who looked over to Marcel, before gently grabbing my arm and pulling me and himself to the side.

"Judging by your expression, you have something to share," Klaus deduced.

"Damn straight I do," Marcel said with a proud smile. "I got a call from Kieran earlier, right after Sabine and the witches almost got their hands on Davina first. Sabine was the only one still alive because she was the only one smart enough to put a protection spell on herself. So, I gave her two options: I kill her, or she put a protection spell on Davina. I think you can guess which option she chose."

Klaus growled. "So when you slipped away to allegedly check on your night walkers, you were in fact colluding with a witch. Very clever. I suppose I should be proud."

Colluding? Is that even a word?

"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure that I had a failsafe just in case, as Elijah expected, you started acting like you," Marcel retorted.

"Except that now you've involved the witches who, last time I checked, were enemy to us all," Klaus said as he walked up to Marcel. "To everything we have and to our family," Klaus said, looking at Elijah and I.

"Davina is Marcel's family, Niklaus," Elijah said. "Or did that somehow slip your mind as you tried to take her life?"

For once, Klaus didn't say anything.

"You will call Rebekah, you'll tell her that Davina will recover," Elijah demanded. "I do wish the same could be said for that boy." And with that, Elijah left. That brought on Marcel's departure, and then it was just me and Klaus.

"Juliet..." He started.

"No, don't start," I said. "There is no excuse that you can come up with that would even begin to make this all look okay. It's not okay, Klaus! They're just kids for God's sake! Davina is a kid! That kid Tim is...was a kid. And you just killed him. You knocked him down like was some pawn on a chest board."

"I did what had to be done," Klaus repeated.

"Killing that kid did not have to be done!" I protested. "He had his whole life ahead of him!"

"Why do you care about the life of a boy whom you've never even seen?" Klaus challenged.

I sucked in a deep breath. "Because the way you treated him made me scared. What are you gonna do when Baby Gilbert refuses to do her homework? What are you going to do when she refuses to turn the TV off when it's time for bed? What are you gonna do when she wants to start dating, Klaus? This isn't the kind of person that a parent should be!" I finished, gesturing up and down at him. With each word that came out of his mouth, Klaus looked like was starting to slightly regret what he had done.

I spun on my heel, and stalked off. Sometimes, I just wanted to forgive Klaus for what he does. I wanted to convince myself that he only does it to protect me and Baby Gilbert. I could sometimes see the sweet side to him, but that side isn't out enough. Maybe if I saw that side more, I wouldn't feel how I do. It seems that instead of the baby bringing me and Klaus closer, it's been driving us apart. And I don't think that I was okay with it.

Hayley came home, and saw me literally red with anger. She made me sit down and explain what happened as we ate. So I did, and she grumbled. "Why do I miss all of the fun?"

Anyways, it was sometime after, and Hayley had decided to turn in early for the night. I was going to head to bed, but I passed by Elijah's room, where I decided to check up on him.

I walked inside, and clasped my hands together. Elijah looked up from a piece of paper that he was looking at when he heard footsteps.

"Glad to see that you don't look like death anymore," I joked. "Seriously, the look does not suit you."

Elijah smiled. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult."

"Take it as a compliment," I said with a smile. "Are you doing okay?"

"Better, now," Elijah said, and he gave me a smile that almost stopped my heart. Stupid heart, knock it off!

I couldn't help the smile that formed on my own lips. Stupid lips, stop!

Too many hormones, that's the only logical explanation.

I almost missed Elijah's question because of how bad I was internally beating myself up. "Are you okay? I heard yours and Niklaus's little spat."

I huffed. "Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about happy things. Like, do you have a name for the baby?"

Elijah looked back up. "You mean I get to give a suggestion?"

I nodded. "Of course. Everyone gets to give one suggestion. Even Klaus. What's yours?"

Elijah gave it a bit of thought. "How about...Isabella?"

"Isabella," I repeating, going over the name in my head. Isabella Gilbert. "Not too bad. I'll be sure to add it to the list."

Elijah nodded as he gave me another smile, and I started to squirm. "So!" I said, quite loudly. "What are you looking at?"

"It's Davina's sketches," Elijah answered, and I stepped closer to see them properly. They were all really weird, like they were only partial pictures.

"I wonder if they represent some kind of premonition," Elijah continued as he shuffled the papers around. "They seem to suggest something's coming. Something sinister."

"Sinister?" I repeated. "Kinda weird for a girl who's supposed to be obsessed with lip gloss and magazines."

As Elijah started piecing the papers together, it almost started looking like a puzzle. The puzzle seemed to form a face, one that made my stomach sink all the way to the floor.

I had only seen the face a couple of times, and really, it was just glimpses. But I still knew who it was.

And judging by the look on Elijah's face, it looked like he knew exactly who it was too.

"Oh my God," I breathed. "Isn't that..."

"Celeste," Elijah finished.

TBC...

Gonna keep this short because I am hella tired and it is hella late!

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