Leaning back in the bathtub that her head rested against the bath tub 's edge, her hair dangled off the edge barely touching the floor of the bathroom. Her doe eyes closed. The tub filled with water, fragrance, and some rose petals. He had set it up for her when she was with her family; since he knew her family stressed her out. It was to her disappointment that he chose not to join her in tub, but apparently murdering a village was more important. When the door creaked open, she sat up in the tub to see a man standing there. But it was not her lover, but his brother.
"He is not coming home tonight." He informed her, as he crouched down besides the tub to look in her eyes.
"Razbira se, toĭ ne e. Ubiĭstvoto na selo e s predimstvo pred prekarva vreme s men, otnovo." (Of course, he is not. Murdering a village takes precedence over spending time with me, again.) Even though she understood English and could speak it, she chose not.
"That is not true." He challenged her. It angered her that he always took his brother's side. That whatever the lord did was right, and how dare she feel like she an accessory to him.
"Lŭzhets! Vsichko e s predimstvo pred men. Vmesto da bŭde s men, che predpochita khranyat, ubivat, i dyavolite tezi kurvi v publichniya dom." (Liar! Everything takes precedence over me. Rather than be with me he rather feed, kill, and fuck those whores at the brothel.) She snapped while standing up in the tub not caring that she was naked in front of her lover's brother. When he stood up, he grabbed a robe for her and held it out to her. She rolled her eyes, but still she snatched it from and placed it on her. "Sprete da go zashtitava, Iliya." (Stop defending him, Elijah.) She finished before stepping out of the tub and returning to the bedroom.
To her surprise he returned that night when she was moisturizing her legs before bed. His white shirt now dirty from the blood of villagers. He didn't even say a word to her. Rather he went to go get some new clothes, and she didn't speak to him because she was just still shocked he was there. He looked her way, but that was when she turned her back to him to put away the body cream. At least he could catch her glistening legs before her nightgown covered them up.
"You are mad." He spoke to her; only for her to shake her head. "You are. Who do you think brought me back here? Elijah told me everything."
"Naĭ-malko shte se vŭrne za brat si." (At least you will return for your brother.) She said with a roll of her eyes.
"For the love of god Elena just speak English." His snap caused her to glare at him, but she also stood up and went over to him.
"Why?" She asked with a heavy Bulgarian accent. "So you can hear how angry I am with you in your tongue rather than mine?"
"I don't want you to be angry. I came back to be with you." He answered her without answering her questions.
"You came back because you were afraid I was going to leave you." She quipped back while settling down on the bed they have shared since she had been there. He came up behind her like a wolf moving on its prey. Grabbing her neck from behind not tight enough to hurt her, but tight enough to pull her to his bare chest. Her body just froze from his rough touch; no screams or fighting him, just froze.
"I came back to be with you. Don't you dare question my love for you Elena." He whispered in her ear. Elena let out a loud growl and pushed him off of her. When her strength wasn't enough, magical energy forces him off her and on to the floor.
"I will question your love when I find you bed with two other women. I will question your love when you promise to spend the day with me and I don't see you until four days after. I will question your love when you propose to me just so your brother couldn't." She finally had enough being controlled by this man who had barley showed her the love she was promised. She wanted that great love he promised her not to be a silent obedient wife.
Looking down at her neck to the lapis lazuli pendant he had gotten her for as engagement present. On the back of the gorgeous pendant was his name. It made her feel like his property and in his eyes she was. She removed the necklace and placed it on the bed. "You don't own me Niklaus."
With that she turned to leave the room when he pinned her to the wall. He leaned his head in close to space between her shoulder and neck. His lips barely touching her soft skin when she could feel her love smirk.
"I do own you Elena." Then he changed into a monster and bit his love's neck like one of his whores making the doppelgänger scream in pain until she became silent.
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Where had my life gone wrong? Did I do something so terrible in a past life to deserve this? To deserve being eighteen years old, having a sonogram done because I am pregnant with the original hybrid's child. Well I may not be. According to ten pregnancy tests I took, I was. I was to have Klaus's child. Which I don't even know how that is fucking possible since I am dead! This had to be a cruel joke. That Celeste made my pee seem pregnant just because I had Klaus's heart. Something she never had so she wanted to give me a glimmer of hope that I could be pregnant. Kids was something I had wanted since I was young and was dreaming of my life with Caroline and Bonnie. But when I died I lost hope for it.
"And there is the heart beat." The doctor rambled and turned the screen so I could see the tiny bean that was my child, as the heart beat played through the speakers. "Very strong heart beat and everything look healthy."
"No this can't be right. I can't get pregnant." I exclaimed. "I physically can not get pregnant."
"Sometimes life has its miracles." The doctor responded as she was getting the cleaning wipes to clean the gel off my stomach. "Would you like photos for the father and you?"
"Yes." I said while trying to wrap my brain around that I am pregnant. I clean off my stomach and that is when I realize I need tell Klaus. "Fuck my life." I muttered under my breath. Now only do I have to tell Klaus, I should tell everyone else as well. Again, fuck my life. No one was going to take the news well, but I should tell them. If not now, eventually.
After the doctor gave me the photos, I left the office to go back to the house to rest up for a while. I am just so tired lately I never want to leave my bed. Jeremy was at work just like Alaric so I should have the place to myself just to finally just sleep the hours my body needed. Ever since I took the pregnancy test at school and got the plus sign with a line, I just felt more tired than sick. The exhaustion of keeping such a large secret from my best friends and family hurts me.
I was surprised to see Damon's car where mine usually goes. Sure, we are friends, but he usually called when he wanted to hang out. I pulled up next to him taking Alaric's spot on the two-car drive way. Before I could even lock up my car after getting out, Damon was outside.
"There you are sweetheart." Damon smirked which caused me to just roll my eyes at him.
"Why are you here Damon? I want a nap." I jokingly whined.
"You can nap in the car we are going on a road trip." He said while opening the passenger side door of his car.
"Where to?" I asked him. Then I got into the passenger side road. Maybe I could start small on my tour of announcing I am pregnant with the hybrid's baby.
"New Orleans." My body froze when I heard the destination.
"Why New Orleans?" I asked him as he began to pull out of my driveway.
"There is this witch." He started to tell me the story about how a witch tricked him in killing a dozen of people in the name of Silas. Silas a name we both heard before in Shane's tales before Damon murdered him for trying to get Bonnie to use dark magic in the name of Silas as well, "And after that head trip Bonnie set me on, I remember the name. So we are going to go there to see if it is true. The cure."
"Damon, we shouldn't. Kol warned us that it won't end well for us." I told him. "None of us want this cure even if it does exist."
"Exactly, none of us wants to take especially a certain psychopath who has caused too much trouble ever since he got here. It is the perfect way to kill him without killing the rest of us. Shove the cure down his throat and bam we got a human sire." Damon explained his reasoning. But I know he didn't want to kill Klaus because of what he had done, but what is family had done. Because of the Mikaelsons, Jenna is dead, Ric is a vampire, I am a vampire, and so much more. If they had never come into our lives, I would be human, Ric would be too, Jenna too and alive.
"So this is revenge." I summed up his whole plan in one word, and he couldn't deny the truth. Which I guess why we sat quiet for the rest of the car ride except for his 80s-music playing throughout the car. I couldn't blame him for wanting to take revenge out on the Mikaelson, but maybe he is shifting the blame. I mean some of the problems that had happened came when the Salvatore brothers came in town. There is a lot of blame to go around, and honestly with everything that had happened in my life, I wouldn't change a thing…well maybe one thing, but the rest I wouldn't. Caroline loves being a vampire, Tyler is enjoying being a werewolf, Jeremy has branched past his drug phase with the help of Ric and Bonnie, and even I have been enjoying the perks of being a vampire. Now that things have stopped tasting like dirty, I can enjoy a cup of coffee.
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"I am going to wander around while you have your witchy fun." I told him before getting out of the car. During the car ride, I pulled up a map of interesting things to do while in New Orleans. But so far considering the way it has been going this year, I may come back again. But last time, I didn't get to see much because of Klaus.
Pulling up my list and seeing where I was, I decided to see where the fake witches and voodoo men were. It would be entertaining to watch them all. I didn't want to get a fake reading or anything like that. I just wanted to get some photos of it before I moved on to check out the musicians. They were playing some upbeat jazz which I wasn't used to, but I quite enjoyed. They were excellent, and talented which is why I was shocked on why they were playing on the streets rather in a club. Another thing was, they were all nice. Posed for photo before I had left them to move on to my next destination.
Jackson Square so far was my favorite. Artists all of sorts were there doing what they loved to do. Painters had their easels set up and were painting the scenery while the sketch artists were either sketching the scenery or selling sketches to the tourists. The photographers were snapping shots left and right just like myself. I wanted to get as much photos as I could have such an amazing place.
After that, I moved on to Bourbon Street to hear the music and to see some more street performers. I went back to the Quarter to get a beignet and a cup of coffee before I changed my order to a hot chocolate. For a while I forgot I was pregnant, but then as soon as I started to tell the waitress coffee, it me like ton of bricks. At least I was able to change my order in time. While I was reading for the next item on my list, I looked up to see a sign for a magic shop. It seemed dangerous, but I wanted to look around there. I paid my bill before I left to go across the street.
The store itself was small, but had so much all over the place. Potions, charms, tarot cards, and much more stuff tourists who didn't know this stuff was real, was there.
"Hello there. Can I help you find anything?" The store clerk asked me.
"I was just wondering if you had anything that actually worked." I knew she was a witch just the same way she knew I was a vampire.
"Well not out front, but in back, I have plenty have things like vervain." That just made me laugh and I shook my head.
"I am just looking to see if you had any crystals, my friend back home is into them." I told her "Like Rose Quartz or Amethyst?"
The witch gave me a look before heading behind the counter opening a drawer before she laid out several crystals out on the counter. After grabbing a bottle lilac oil, I walked over to the counter to look at the crystals myself. Bonnie really liked them because it reminded her of her Grams who had them all over the place. "Why would a vampire want these?" She asked me while I was looking at them.
"Again, not for me. My friend is a witch and her grandmother had a ton of these." I explained to her before pointing out three of the crystals. "I'll take the amethyst, rose quartz and the onyx. Along with this bottle." I placed the lilac oil down on the counter before I saw a bottle of water with a lot of sage in it. "Is that so vampires don't hear you?"
"Yes. Rather than burning sage constantly, we had it into some vervain water and drop some sage before we spray it on ourselves. Only downfall is that it wears off quick. Why you want a bottle?" She asked while she was ringing out my other items.
"Not now. But is there a way to prevent others from catching my scent?" I asked her. Although I spent all day avoiding Klaus, I didn't want to take more chances.
"Who are you hiding from? Marcel?" That name rung zero bells in my head then I shook my head to her questions. "Who would you be hiding from?"
Before I could answer, the door's bell went off and I heard expensive leather loafers hit the hard wood floor. A sound that I was familiar with after a great deal of time with him around my family's cabin. My eyes turned into huge Bambi eyes. As much as I didn't want to run into Klaus, I didn't want to run into Elijah either.
"There you are Sabine, where is your ward?" Elijah called out as the witch handed me my items and I paid for them.
"My ward is my mentee. She is not some sidekick." She called back to him before looking at me. Then I mouthed him. She nodded her head and tilted her head to the back while mouthing door. With a mouthed, thanks, I rushed out of there only to meet a hard chest that knocked me right on my ass. Looking up, I was greeted by an unfamiliar face, but at least a friendly one as he was smiling rather than scowling. He crouched down to my level.
"So, you are one of the new vampires in the Quarter. Who are you?" The man asked.
"Elena." I held out my hand as I continued to sit on my fallen butt.
"Marcel." He kissed the back of my hand before he helped me up. "You are a doppelganger? I recognize your face from Elijah's painting." My eyebrow rose, since when does Elijah paint. "Well Niklaus painted it of her, just Elijah kept it. Katerina?"
"Yeah that is her." I muttered while straightening out my clothes. Then I hid behind the man when I heard the front door open and Elijah emerged. I watched as he left, and I then stood once again.
"Hiding from Elijah? Now that is interesting." Marcel chuckled. "You wouldn't happen to know where they are staying do you?" I shook my head and he made a sour face. "Too bad I thought you would have been useful. Anyways, either leave my city by midnight or you will face consequences." And just like that he was gone. Now I wanted to get out of dodge for more than reason. Taking out my phone to text Damon, I noticed a text from him myself. Letting me know we would be here a little longer. My eyes rolled, but I didn't respond. Rather I walked off to keep myself busy.
I found myself returning to Jackson Square where I sat on bench to start writing in my journal. I pulled out my iPhone out of my bag along with my buds. Plugging in the earbuds to my phone, I turned on shuffle before placing the earbuds in my ears. Paradise City played through the tiny speakers right into my ear. I needed to just to be alone with my thoughts right then.
Just needed to get away. My life was changing for better or for worse depending on how I looked at the situation. One, I was about to be a mother, something I always wanted to be. On the other hand, I am about to be a mother to a hybrid child. We would always be in harms' way. No matter what, we would always be running and hiding. Two, I am still in high school. Vampire or not, I am still in high school. I wanted to go on to college, but it will be hard to do so while running away from Klaus's enemies and my own. Three, Klaus. To or not to tell Klaus was my question Hamlet. I could find him, and tell him. Tell him he is about to be a dad. God that would end up as well as telling a teenager they will be a dad. Freak out followed by denial. Followed by him trying to kill Celeste and Lenore for doing this. Followed by rejection. Or I could be wrong. He would embrace being a father. But I don't know if I want to give him a chance to reject or embrace. I don't think I have the heart to face either of his decisions. I know it is terrible and awful of me. Not letting him have any say what so ever, but I don't want to get hurt either by his choice. Also, it will not just be me. It wouldn't be me truly affected by his choice, it would be our child…
I paused from writing to look up at the scenery. Artists and tourists weren't the only ones to be there. Families were around playing and having time together. Something I used to picture for my future before I fell in love with a vampire soon becoming one myself. Sitting back against the bench, I watched the families.
"You know that will be you soon." Lenore's voice rung next to me. Turning my head, I found her sitting on the bench looking at me. I pulled out my earbuds and glared at her "Don't be angry with me child. Blame Celeste if anyone. She was the only one to do what she did."
"And what did she do?"
"For that night and that night only, she made you human. You probably didn't recognize it since you still had fangs, but your DNA and your insides, were human. It was the only way that you two could break the curse. I had gotten it wrong. You would need to be in love, mate, and have a child under the moon light. There was no or. I read the wrong word."
"What happens now?" I asked her.
"I don't know, child. But eventually you'll know. Same way I knew when I had my daughters. We will always know." Lenore stood up. "In my opinion, you should tell the hybrid. But follow your gut." She spoke as she began walking away. I didn't go after her, instead I sat on the bench and thought to myself.
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It was nearly eleven when Damon was finally finished with the witch. I was sitting on the hood of his car when he walked outside with his hand covered in blood. I knew what he had done, but I didn't scorn him like I used to rather I was quiet.
"Did you spend your day just avoiding the Mikaelsons?" He asked while he was cleaning up his hand.
Something inside me just told me to tell him everything. "No." I laughed off his question then I looked into his eyes.
"What is wrong? You had this off thing about you every time I had seen you lately." He told me.
"I am pregnant." I just told him.
"You are what?" But it wasn't Damon who spoke.
Sorry for delay. I hope you enjoy this chapter.