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Chapter 25:

Another two months passed by, but I looked more like six months pregnant. The child was growing fast, because it was a hybrid and was wanted blood five times a day. It was very tiring and there were some days where I just stayed in bed all day, because I was feeling too overwhelmed by the hormones and the hunger and then I just didn't want to look at Aldéric, who visited me every day and kept an eye on me. I tried to flee up to several times, but either he or the other werewolves stopped me, so I was forced to accept that I couldn't get out on my own.

However, on the day of my 490th birthday I received another message and this message wasn't written by Elena or Damon. It immediately recognized it as Elijah's handwriting and when I read what it said I knew that everything was going to be okay. I went to the window of my bedroom like he'd told me to do and saw him standing in the backyard. He looked like a mess, but I didn't care. I was just happy to see him and so was the child, because I could feel a faint kick inside my womb.

In a flash Elijah was gone and I heard a knock on the door before Aldéric entered the room, the smile on his lips widening at the sight of me. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and walked up to me, reaching for my bulging stomach, but I quickly took a step back. He wasn't allowed to touch me and didn't deserve to feel the child's movements.

"Do you truly resent me this much, Maeva? After everything I've done for you?" Aldéric asked angrily. "I loved you and wanted to give you everything and then you just threw it back in my face and had an affair with Elijah! He's a vampire for Christ's sake! He's a blood-sucking killer and will always be that."

"That might be, but at least he's faithful to me and he knows what love is. You don't!" I snarled.

Aldéric became furious like Klaus had when I told him the same thing, but he didn't hurt me. He took his rage out on the furniture instead and broke a couple of things before leaving the second floor. I sighed and walked back to the window, but Elijah was nowhere to be seen.

Had it all just been a dream?

Or was he trying to find his way inside?

Then suddenly I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs and Aldéric returned with a knife in his hand. He looked furious and had murder in his eyes as he walked up to me with determined step and pulled me in to the living room. He locked his arm around my neck and kept an eye on the only entrance to the second floor as if he was expecting someone particular to come.

When nothing happened, Aldéric and the house became eerily quiet he walked up to one of the windows and broke it, tightening his grip around me after taking a look at how long the fall was. I didn't know if he could even make the jump, but if he couldn't then I was the one who would get badly hurt and so was my child. He did it anyway, though, and made sure that nothing happened to me when we bounced to the ground. He then grabbed me and forced me towards the lone beach nearby. The sun was already going down, so there weren't any tourists or locals at the beach now.

"Give up, Aldéric! You've lost," I heard Elijah say. Aldéric turned around and so did I and I saw that Elijah was all alone. None of his siblings were here and neither were our friends. "Let Maeva go or I will kill you."

Aldéric snorted. "I don't think so, Elijah. You see, I didn't spend 469 years waiting to get my revenge just to let you have her again! You and your reckless brother!" he snarled.

Elijah shook his head of him as if he was just a stupid kid to him, which he kindda was. He acted like I was a toy or a trophy and it was really annoying me. But Elijah turned serious again when Aldéric suddenly held the knife to my heart.

"Last time your brother saved her. Let's see if you did the same spell, shall we?"

Without any hesitation Elijah suddenly moved towards Aldéric faster than he could react and stood behind him. He pulled him away from me and threw him several feet away, watching him as he hit the sand hard. But the fight didn't end there. Aldéric rose to his feet and took out a dagger dipped in the ash of a white oak tree. He grinned and signed for Elijah to come and get him.

"James should be here soon," Elijah said as he took off his jacket and handed it to me to keep me warm. I still shivered of the thought of leaving him behind, so he could fight Aldéric alone. He noticed this and met my worried eyes. "Go, Angel. I can't let anything happen to you or our child."

I didn't know what it was, but there was something about it that made me nod and walk away. I looked over my shoulder anyway and watched as he and Aldéric fought against each other like Elijah and Klaus had done in the tomb. Although Aldéric wasn't as strong or old as Elijah, then he still had about the same strength as I did in my vampire form and he was also a werewolf, which meant that he was a bit stronger than me.

"Maeva! There you are!" James exclaimed when he showed up.

He quickly led me away from the battle and to his car, but this time Eric and his minions showed up and they were armed with stakes, crossbows, and knives soaked in vervain. I gasped and instinctively put my hands over my womb.

"Run as fast as you can when I say so," James said quietly and took out his own weapons. It was a knife soaked in wolfsbane and a gun with wolfsbane filled bullets. "Now!"

I didn't hesitate to leave this time and ran as fast as I could away from them, while James shot and stabbed them quicker than I could react. They managed to hurt him too, because they were six against one, but James was assisted by Adrienne, who showed up and ripped their hearts out. I continued to run, though, because I feared that there were more werewolves nearby and suddenly ran into someone when I looked over my shoulder.

"Maeva!" I heard another familiar voice say.

This time it was Damon and he was accompanied by Emilia and Callum.

"Oh, God! You need to help Elijah! He's alone at the beach with Aldéric and fighting him!" I said, panting so much that I could barely breathe.

Callum immediately left to help his brother, while Emilia and Damon helped me get to their car. But suddenly Damon fell to the ground, letting out a loud groan and then Emilia let go of me too, because she was shot in her shoulder by a wooden bullet. She yanked it out and flashed her fangs and red eyes at the human minions that worked for Aldéric and Eric.

"Take my car and drive the hell away from here," Emilia ordered more than said, tossing me her car keys. "Alice and Marco are waiting about half a mile from here."

I nodded and hurried in the direction where Emilia's black BMW was and jumped inside. I didn't know how to drive a car, because I'd never learned it, but I tried doing what I'd seen the others do and pressed one of the pedals. Instead of driving forwards it backed up and I nearly hit a tree if I hadn't quickly pressed another pedal that did make it drive.

It was kindda difficult at first to control the speed, but I managed to hold the steering wheel still. Another car drove up next to me and in that car was two hunters armed with pistols. They shot at me and forced the car off the road and into the pit. I tried to get back on the road, but they kept hitting me and one of the bullets actually hit my shoulder.

My shoulder began to heal up, though, thanked to the child inside me, but the child couldn't protect me from what happened next. The car rolled over and landed on its top in the pit and if I hadn't put on the seatbelt I would probably have been thrown out of the window. I wasn't sure of what happened next, because my head was spinning and my body was aching. I could still feel the child kicking in my womb, so I tried remaining calm and just unbuckled my seatbelt.

"Elijah!" I called as loud as I could. "Anyone? Please! I… I need help!"

When no one replied or came to help me, I tried to focus and use my powers to open the bent door. It made a creaking sound, but nothing happened. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I was seeing double. I groaned and looked down at my child.

"Kiddo, now is the time for you to use those freakish powers of yours and save your mommy!" I said and got a hard kick as a reply.

I growled loudly, but it sounded more like the growl of a wolf. It did draw someone's attention, because the door suddenly flew open and I saw a bloody and wounded Elijah bent down to me. His eyes widened when he saw me and he muttered something I didn't hear. He removed a huge part of the car as easy as nothing and then pulled me carefully out of the wreck.

"You're hurt!" I said when he picked me up in his arms.

"I'm fine," he lied. "But you're not. Hold on tightly to me, okay? And try to stay awake. You probably have a concussion."

I knew that Elijah was being very much serious, so I held on tightly to him and tried staying awake as he took me away from here. All the running made me slightly dizzy, but I fought to stay focused and most importantly awake. When Elijah finally stopped we were at our old home and Stefan, Marco, Alice, and Bonnie were there. They sighed in relief when they saw us and immediately helped me to the sofa so I could sit down.

"Where are the others?" I asked.

"We'll get them," Alice said, nodding to her brother Marco. "Wait here and do not leave the house. Bonnie cast a spell that keeps werewolves out."

They left and Stefan left sooner after to save his brother, while Elijah focused on the one he'd just saved. His wounds were almost healed up completely, but it took some time because he'd been harmed by the dagger and not just an ordinary knife. I on the other hand still felt like the room was spinning and had to hold on to Elijah's hand.

"I… I should have known he would save you," he said, shaking his head of himself. I looked confusedly at him, but soon realized that he was referring to Klaus. "I shouldn't have buried you."

"Stop blaming yourself, will you? No one could have known that Klaus would do what he did… and then for our child… his child." I said, cupping his weary face in my hands.

Elijah sighed and took my hands in his. "Is the baby alright?"

I placed his hands on my womb and let him feel the small kicks. He smiled like a true father would do and for a moment all the sorrow disappeared from his face.

"I promise you, the minute all of this is over and Aldéric is dead I will give you and the child a proper home. I'll take both of you somewhere where we can live in peace." he said and he meant it.

He pulled me in to his embrace and gently brushed the hair out of my face, but without touching the bruise on my forehead. I could easily fall asleep in his embrace, but I remembered what he said and tried to keep my tired eyes open.

"Wait," he said and bit into his wrist. "Drink."

I gladly drank his blood and let it heal the bruises, but I was still so dizzy and weak. This time I could safely fall asleep in his arms, though, and I listened to the sound of his hoarse voice saying quietly "Sleep my angel, sleep…" over and over again, until I fell asleep. Even in the dream I wasn't alone. Elijah appeared the minute I went to Dreamland and altered my dream. We were no longer in Cannes, but back in my hometown Brussels and dressed in 16th century clothes. I was still pregnant, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get some rest and be with him.

"If I remember correctly, then your swing is just over…" Elijah turned and pointed towards the apple tree where my swing was. I smiled brightly and gave him a kiss. "Let's go, Angel."

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