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Sorry for the delay. I've started watching Sleepy Hollow and didn't realize how addictive it is. I've been hooked for the last few days and finally pulled myself away to do some writing.
The next chapter will feature my newest villain for the story. As Kol said word has spread, and Elena is a lot more vulnerable than Klaus. All I'm gonna say is that my chosen antagonist comes from Season 4 of TO.
You can do this! She's not going to freak out!
Elena paced behind the sofa, worrying her bottom lip. Her hand flattened over her naval; she could feel the tiny bump where her belly button had started to protrude.
She's not going to freak out.
She was only eighteen and pregnant.
She's not going to freak out.
Her baby was only three supernatural species.
She's not going to freak out.
"You're gonna wear a hole in mom's favorite rug," Jeremy sighed. He glanced up from his homework.
"She's gonna freak!" She chewed on her thumb nail.
"If you ruin that rug, yeah," he rolled his eyes, "she'll come back just to haunt you."
"I'm not talking about mom, Jer," she shook her head. Her hair whipped around when she spun towards tires over gravel. She struggled to draw in a breath.
Her numb fingers curled around the hem of her stolen shirt. She wondered if she would have reacted in the same manner had she been in the same position ten years down the road.
The door opened and she finally stopped pacing. She gripped her shirt tighter to keep from shaking and turned to the kitchen entry, freezing when Jenna dropped a couple of takeout bags on the island.
"What's up with you?" She reached into the cupboard for plates before unpacking the Chinese containers. "You look like a deer in the headlights."
Elena's teeth sank into her bottom lip, but it still trembled. Her eyes darted to Jeremy when Jenna reached into the fridge. He gave her a look that said 'don't-you-dare-chicken-out-just-tell-her'.
"Did something happen at school?" Jenna carried a pitcher of iced tea to the table. A smile lifted the corner of her mouth. "Did you get caught smoking something under the bleachers?"
"Wouldn't the school have called about that?" Jeremy packed away his homework.
"Only if it was a teacher that caught you – someone other than Ric who'd give you a chance to come clean first," she laughed, turning back for the plates. "No…" she reached for the takeout, "… did you cut a class and get caught…"
"Jenna…" her voice came out as a whisper. Jeremy urged her on with a small wave of his hand. "Aunt Jenna."
"Yeah," she placed the last of the containers on the table and groaned. "I forgot the glasses…" she hurried around the counter, "… probably gonna need utensils too. I still haven't figured out chopsticks…" She started rifling through the drawer.
"Aunt Jenna," Elena inhaled sharply. The words stuck in her throat; she closed her eyes and forced the syllables out in an unintelligible rush.
Jenna froze, unsure if she had heard that right. Slowly her eyes came up to her niece's face. "Come again?"
Elena took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, keeping her eyes closed. Her hands released the hem of her shirt to cradle the swell of her stomach. "I'm pregnant."
Forks slipped from her loosened grip onto the floor, bouncing with a clatter. Her pulse slammed in her neck, but she bit down on her tongue when she saw Elena's wide eyes and Jeremy's expectant look.
"Okay…" She got the sense there was more to it.
Elena pressed her lips together and took in Jenna's pale features. She wondered at what point telling her guardian she was pregnant was the easiest thing she would have to do. It was the most believable of what she had to tell her.
She took a deep breath and met Jenna's eyes.
The Grille was nearly empty in the typical after dinner lull that always struck before people came out to socialize. It was nearly empty save for a stool at the bar where Alaric was grading papers with a glass of bourbon beside him. He glanced up when the glass was snatched and drained before being slammed back down.
"Rough night?" He cocked an eyebrow.
Jenna reached over the bar for a full bottle and stared at the glass for a second before pulling off the spout and tossing her head back. She drained a quarter of the liquor and grimaced, coughing against the burn.
"Elena's pregnant," she hopped on a stool and gripped the counter to keep from falling over.
"She finally told you then?"
Jenna paused with the bottle halfway to her lips. "You knew?" Her eyes narrowed.
He sighed and set down his pen. "I walked in on her going over doctors with him. She asked me not to say anything until she got a chance to tell you."
"So you've met him too?" Jenna shook her head and took a large gulp from her bottle. "Do you know what he is?" She smiled. There was a pleasant buzz starting in the back of her mind.
"Do you?" He countered. "How much did Elena tell you?"
Jenna closed her eyes and drank. Swallowing she tilted her head and met his eyes. "Everything," she exhaled in a rush.
"Ah, so you're drinking until you forget she died," he was reached for his pen when he saw her freeze from the corner of his eye. Something flashed in her unfocused eyes. "Jenna?"
"She died?" Her voice was a deadly whisper. It rose to a shriek when he didn't answer. "She died?!"
"I think she took that rather well."
Elena propped her chin on her crossed arms so she could stare up at him through her lashes. "She went dead quiet and then stormed out."
"Would you have preferred it if she screamed?" Caroline plopped her elbow on the table and set her chin in her hand.
"No," she sighed. She had called Caroline when Jenna didn't want to believe what she and Jeremy were telling her. A few vampire tricks later and Jenna believed it all.
"Look on the bright side," Caroline stood up, "at least you don't have to lie about your doctor's appointments anymore."
Her forehead rested against the cold window pane, but the glass was doing nothing for the fire running through her veins. It had been rising all day, growing stronger as she approached moonrise.
She folded her arms over her chest, hissing at the sudden contact of her forearm on her breasts. The soft fabric might as well have been sandpaper when it dragged over her stiff nipples.
It seemed that every month without fail she was insanely aroused, but it was only her lunchtime discussion with Kol that put her feelings into perspective.
Her eyes flicked up to the full moon. She knew there had to be more memories involving him and the full moon, but the only one she could come up with was the night of the sacrifice. Even through the horrific images from the evening she could feel the first strains of attraction; it had always been there from the second she had locked eyes with him: a connection.
A throb started between her legs and she found herself reaching for the phone like she did every full moon.
Kol had told her it was a choice. How soon after he came back to town had she made that choice?
As if on cue, like he could read her thoughts, the phone started ringing. She licked her lips and took a deep breath.
"Hello," she exhaled.
"Hello, love."
She could hear the smile in his voice along with an underlying hint of a growl; the sound sent a wave of desire down her spine.
"Hey," she chewed her bottom lip. From the corner of her eye she saw movement under the tree by her window. "You're not gonna start quoting Shakespeare are you?"
"Juliet is the moon compared to you."
She rolled her eyes and reached up to unlatch the window. She hung up the phone and leaned out a few inches so she could see him better. "What are you doing here?"
Again she felt the strangest mixture of emotions as her brain whispered one thing and her body craved another.
"I wanted to see you before I left," he tilted his head and met her eyes. Her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight.
"You're leaving?" She frowned.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were going to miss me," he smirked at the slight pout.
She might have blushed if the blood wasn't already flooding her cheeks. She pressed her lips together and tilted her head.
"Where are you going?" She braced her hand on the window sill and looked down when he came closer.
"I've gotten a lead on Finn's location, so I am going to find him."
"Doesn't the blood have to be given willingly for unlinking?" Her brows lowered.
"I've got that worked out love," he smirked, "don't worry; he'll hand over his blood willingly."
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
"How are you feeling? Kol mentioned our little acrobat was keeping you awake," his eyes flickered to her stomach.
Elena flattened her palm over her naval. "Kol's a bit of a chatterbox."
"He never did learn how to shut up," he chuckled. He watched her expectantly.
"I feel fine," she sighed. "Kol also mentioned that you weren't talking to Rebekah."
"She tried to kill you," his eyes hardened.
"She's hardly the first one," Elena shrugged. "How long are you going to be gone?" She lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and instantly lost her balance. The scream died in her throat when she fell, but her body didn't meet the ground.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped. Her breath fanned over his cheek: "Thanks."
"Perhaps leaning out the window was not the best of ideas," he cleared his throat.
"Are you going to put me down?" She swallowed.
"In the mud?" He clicked his tongue. "You'll be frozen solid before you make it to the door."
He walked around the house and set her down on the front porch. "To answer your question: I will be gone for a few days. And because of the spell Daphne used to locate Finn, Kol will be out of town as well to retrieve blood from Elijah. He'll be back by Saturday."
She pressed her hand to her chest with a small gasp. "Am I finally losing my babysitter?"
"You'll still have Caroline," he smirked, shaking his head.
"I've always had Caroline," she rolled her eyes, and lowered her brows. "Are you holding your breath?"
"Yes," he met her gaze, "because between your blood and…" his eyes darkened and flickered down to her legs, "… you smell intoxicating."
The hunger in his eyes made her heart flutter and her body throb. Her abdomen clenched when he stepped closer and reached around her to push open the door.
She looked over her shoulder, breaking eye contact to peer into the darkened house. "I should…" she motioned with a vague gesture to the stairs.
"You should…" he murmured, watching her step over the threshold.
She paused inside and turned around to face him, bracing her arms on the door frame. She glanced down at his feet now pressed to the line that should have kept him out. "Be careful," she finally murmured.
"It's not as if Finn could hurt me without hurting himself," he spoke quietly.
"But he was in cahoots with your mother," she blinked, "and it's been a few months. She could have found another bloodline to channel, so please…"
"I'll be careful, love," he nodded, "just so long as you swear to be careful as well."
"Who's gonna hurt me?" She bit down her laugh.
"Give me a month and I'll get you a list," he inhaled, straightening his shoulders.
Kol's words echoed in her mind: "Nik's got no shortage of enemies, darling, and when word spreads about you – which it will – they will flock to Mystic Falls."
A small smile lifted the corners of her mouth "You've been alive for over a thousand years," she teased, "I think you'll need longer than
"Are you calling me old, sweetheart?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"No," she shook her head, "I'm calling you ancient."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Goodnight Elena," he backed up, "I'll see you in a few days."
She chewed her bottom lip, watching the line of his shoulders as he took the first step. She knew from experience that he would take off at vampire speed when his feet hit the ground.
He descended slowly and she bit her cheek, gripping the doorknob.
"Klaus."
He froze with his foot an inch above the ground. Her speed impressed him when he turned around and found her standing behind him on the porch.
Her hands cupped his face. She pressed her lips to his and groaned into his mouth when he grasped her hips and stepped up so they were flush against each other.
He took advantage of her open mouth to slip his tongue inside. Her arousal doubled, flooding his senses as he kissed her senseless in front of her house.
He rushed her backwards, pressing her against the side of the house.
She gasped, breaking the kiss so she could suck in air. It did nothing for her light head since he began trailing kisses down the side of her neck.
He could taste her arousal in the hollow of her throat.
His hands stole under his stolen shirt. He'd had every intention of exploring her flushed skin with his fingers, working her over until she moaned and begged, but he lost his train of thought when he felt her stomach and the fast 'ba-bump-ba-bump' of the baby's heart.
Elena closed her eyes, sighing as she felt him drag his mouth back up her neck with slow kisses until he made it to her lips. She traded languid kisses for a moment before her head caught up with her body.
He stopped when he felt her hands on his chest, pulled back and drew in a ragged breath. His forehead rested against hers; he listened as she regained her breathing and tried to calm her pounding heart before opening his eyes to meet her conflicted gaze. He knew what he would find before looking at her: confusion, fear, and arousal.
"I'm sorry," he exhaled slowly, "I shouldn't have…"
"I started that," she shook her head. "It's not your fault."
His thumbs stroked the swell of her belly. He could hear the slight tremor in her voice and changed the topic before she could break down. "Should I be able to feel something right now?"
She reached down and flattened his hands over the side of her stomach where she could feel the now familiar flipping of the baby. "She's twisting around right now."
"I don't feel anything yet," he frowned.
"Maybe by the time you get back," she tried a small smile.
"Maybe," he agreed. His brows rose when he looked at her, a small smile played at his mouth. "She?"
She shrugged one shoulder, not sure how to tell him about her dreams. "It's just a feeling I've got. It's probably stupid, and I'll look like a fool when it comes out and it's a boy."
"Never underestimate a mother's intuition," he chuckled. "I understand gender is something that can be learned in this century."
"At the next ultrasound," she nodded, chewing her lip, "assuming that she's in the right position."
"Am I invited to this ultrasound?" He cocked an eyebrow. So far she had attended appointments alone or with Caroline and he hadn't pushed her on it because of Damon's compulsion.
"Do you want to go?" Her brows lowered.
"I would like to be as involved as possible," he nodded, searching her eyes. "I would like to be as involves as you'll let me be."
She released her lip before it could swell and nodded. "It's Tuesday. Will you be back by then?"
"I'll make it my life's mission," he smirked. He tilted his head to press a kiss to her cheek; an outraged shriek straightened his spine.
"You died?"
He turned slightly to see her aunt bearing down on the pair of them, blind to his presence. Alaric came up behind Jenna and caught her under the arms when she swayed and nearly fell flat on her face.
"She's had a little bit to drink," Alaric helped her stand.
Jenna ignored him and pointed a shaking finger at Elena. Outrage flashed in her unfocused eyes as she continued to repeat the question along with promises of a grounding to come.
"This seems like a discussion to have while sober," Klaus placed a hand on the small of Elena's back. He regretted opening his mouth a second later when Jenna's eyes turned on him.
"Who are you?" She slurred, followed by a few expletives when her knees buckled.
He glanced at Elena, wondering how much she had revealed to her aunt. It had been enough to drive the woman to a bottle of bourbon.
"Well?" Jenna's eyes narrowed.
"Klaus Mikaelson," he offered her his most charming smile and held out his hand, lifting her fingers to press a kiss to her knuckles.
"You…" She yanked her hand back and glared. She tried to come up with the proper words to express her thoughts but they were too jumbled.
Klaus cleared his throat and looked between Elena and Alaric. "Is there any objection to a little instant sobriety?"
"How is that possible?" Alaric frowned.
"Blood?" Elena guessed. She mirrored Klaus' nod and followed him into the house, watching as he filled a glass with water and bit into his thumb.
Four drops of blood fell in the water, dissolving on contact. He passed the glass to Jenna.
She assumed her aunt hadn't noticed the blood because she didn't object, downing the liquid. Elena watched as Jenna's eyes cleared.
Klaus turned to Elena as Jenna recuperated, pulling her aside. "I should get going if I'm going to make my flight."
"Are you afraid of my aunt?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"I do have a flight," his smirk didn't quite reach his eyes, "but I'd be lying if I said I wanted to be present while you explain this."
"It's not like she could kill you," she smiled, drawing a laugh from him. "Goodnight Klaus."
"Goodnight Elena," he bent slightly, pressing his hand to her stomach. "Goodnight to you as well; try to let your mum get some sleep, alright?" His only response was 'ba-bump'.
With one last look he vanished, closing the door behind him.
Elena took a deep breath and turned back to Jenna and Alaric. Her eyes narrowed when she looked at her step-father. "You told her?"
"In my defense," he held out his hands, "she said you told her everything, so I assumed you had told her."
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