Chapter 2
A Series of unfortunate Events
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Soon after Anastasia had admitted that she was pregnent, she had moved in with the Originals. Tonight, though, she just couldn't sleep. She rolled over facing Kol seeing him fast asleep, she smiled and lightly placed a hand on his arm before getting up from the bed. She walked out of the room and out into the hall examining herself in a large mirror. Her hair down in black ringlets down to her waist, her stomach now had a reasonable sized bump and on the back of her clothes it had a large cut out and large raven like wings stretched out behind her back. She gave a small smile, her life couldn't be anymore perfect. She spun around and bumped into something hard. "Oh! I'm sorry," she mumbled pulling back to see Klaus smiling down at her looking amused. "Thats quite alright, love. Can't sleep?"
"Nope," she admitted popping the 'p'.
"Would you like help with that, love?"
Her eyebrows furrowed and she opened her mouth about to ask what he meant but he fisted his hand in her hair and hit her head against the marble banister, knocking her out, and let her body tumble down the cold hard steps. He watched with a sadistic smile on his face as each step further spilled more blood and caused more bruises. He smirked at her once more before walking away.
"Anna!" Kol gasped and within seconds he was knelt by her side. He looked over her body; Her long hair was sticking to her forehead with the help of her wound and gashes and bruises laid on the surface of her skin. He grabbed her wrist checking for a pulse and he was relieved when he found one. His siblings soon joined her side as Kol bit into his wrist then held it over her mouth letting the blood flow down her throat. Her eyes flickered open and she took in her surroundings. Kol couldn't help but notice when she made eye contact with Klaus then fear struck her eyes and she quickly pulled herself up trying to pull herself further away from him. "Whats wrong?" he murmured.
"It was him." she stated simply before Kol had Klaus by his neck against a wall but Klaus allowed him. "Your going to kill me, because she slept walked?" He raised an eyebrow. He loosened his death glare, what if she had slept walked and just dreamed that Klaus had attacked her? His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Anastasia's trembling voice "Kol." Her cold blue eyes were wide and a stray tear rolled down her cheeks and he could tell she was holding back more. Then he noticed, her stomach was perfectly flat; not only had his blood healed her, it had also taken what wasn't there away.