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Elena

It was about a month or so after they brought me home from the hospital. Three weeks, I've been under house arest. And three weeks since we've last heard from or seen Klaus. My stomach was now visable, but it kinda looked completely normal, like any other pregnancy would. The only thing different was that I was now sick, not like morning sickness but I was growing weak also. It had been about three or four days since I had last been up out of this bed and it had been at least a week since I haven't been throwing up blood. I refused to tell anyone about the sickness, promising to act as alive as I could when people are around. I don't want people to think I'm weak, or incapable of doing things.

"It's nothing to worry about, Elena. I promise you, it will all be alright. You'll be alright." Elijah was saying, stroking my hair as I leaned against his chest on the bed.

"But-."

"No buts, I said you're going to be fine and-."

Please no, please no. My stomach turned and I ended up hopping off the bed and running for the bathroom. Just making it in time I ended up throwing up more blood. Elijah was a few seconds behind me as he held my hair out of the way, stroking my back.

"Stop!...Go...away..." I tried to say.

"No."

"Go!"

"Never."

After about ten or fifteen minutes, Elijah ended up bringing me back to bed, laying me down in the silk sheeets and laying beside me. Closing my eyes, I tried to sleep, tried to do anything that didn't involve Elijah questioning me until I die. Anything to kill the weirdness between us right now.

"How long?" His voice rang out silently.

"About a week." My stomach turned again and I didn't have anytime to get to the bathroom, but before I knew it Elijah had me in there in no time. Moments passed and I soon grew weaker and my eyes fluttered, before the room went dark, and the ground bacame hard under my heavy head.

The light flickered through somewhere in the room and my mind became clearer and my vision a little brighter. I was laying in Damon's bed, under the afternoon sunlight. My mind realed with thoughts and a little confusion. What? How? When? What? The first thought that came to my mind was that it was Damon's idea, and obviously I was right.

"Morning Sunshine." Damon said walking into the room. "Feeling better?"

My palm rubbed at my head attempting to get rid of a small headache that was comming on. "What am I doing in here? Where's Elijah?"

Damon walked into his bathroom and came out with a small bottle of Advil, handing me two of them he walked back to his bathroom to put it away. I swollowed them in one gulp and then looked back toward Damon for his answer.

"First of all you passed out and Elijah was kind enough to put you in my room, and second of all Elijah had a phone call and some 'Important meeting' he had to go to."

"What...What meeting."

"Klaus."

My jaw dropped about twenty feet and then I snapped. "What!" I yelled. "How the flip did Klaus contact Elijah? Where? When? WHAT!"

"Alright lady, shut up and calm down or else you'll start to-"

My stomach turned once more and I ended up spitting up blood all over the place, but this time it was different. I looked up at Damon in complete horror and shock, blood started to come out of my nose and eyes as if I was crying with a stuffy nose and cough. My head began to pound so hard it felt like it was about to rip open. My body hurt so bad as if someone had thrown millions of pounds of weights on my body, and left me there to die.

Damon was on the phone in a matter of seconds, and whispering a few yells and complaints.

"Put...it...on...speaker!" I yelled, coughing up more blood, hurled into a ball on Damon's bed.

He hit the speaker button and Klaus' voice came pouring out. "Well is that Elena I hear? I thought I would be hearing from you soon." He said.

"Klaus..." Coughing up more blood. "Help..." Coughing.

There was a slight pause and he began, "Help? I want something from you then."

"NO! Absolutely not! You made her god damned sick and now you're going to fix it!"

Klaus chuckled, "I believe you called me, dear boy. Now, Elena what is you're choice?"

"What...do...you...want?"

"You are obviously carring my child, I want you to live with me, raise our child, and I want you."

Damon dropped the phone to the floor in shock and yelled with a raging mad voice, "You DAMN BASTARD! YOU DID THIS!"

"What is your choice?" Klaus asked casually.

"Absolutely NOT!" Damon yelled, picking his phone back up off the floor.

"I wasn't asking you, it's Elena's life, and her choice!"

"Klaus..." Coughing fit.

"I see. Well, I'll be over in about oh five minutes or so." There was a pause. "I don't hear any objections from my dear brother. Where is he anyways?"

"I..." Coughing fit.

"Unknown at the moment." Damon filled in.

"Huh, I see."

Damon hung up and looked down at me in shock. Blood covered every inch of the bed and my clothes, and blood was still comming from my nose and eyes. Damon sat down on the bed and started stroking my back gently, humming some unknown tune to me. That lasted only a few moments until my body became so weak, that I fell asleep, in my own pool of blood.

"Elena." Someone shook my arm lightly, stirring me from my sleep. I look up and see Elijah and Klaus above me.

Elijah stepped over, out of the way, and Klaus looked down at me with a shocked look on his face.

"Oh...my..." He began to say.

"Whatever!" Elijah yelled at his brother.

"If..." Coughing. "If I do this..." Coughing fit. "Promise everyone will be safe?" Coughing fit.

"Yes. Yes. They will we safe. You ready?"

The coughing started back up and blood began to spurt everywhere. I tried to sit up but my body wouldn't allow me to, for there was not much blood left in me. Elijah ran to my side, sitting beside me, he helped me sit up and patted my back. Minutes passed and the blood finally stopped. Klaus reached for my hand, when Elijah snapped at him and picked me up in his arms instead. Elijah carried me all the way to the car and set me gently in the backseat, laying me across so I could lay down.

"Thank you," I murmured

"Your welcome, I love you."

"Love you too."

Klaus got into the drivers seat of the car, and then started the car. Pausing for a moment, he reached over into the glove department and then pulled out a small leather pouch. Unzipping it he pulled out a syringe and he looked at Elijah for confermation that he wasn't going to freak out. Apparently Elijah thought it was alright and backed off. Me on the other hand began to struggle, trying to get away from the needle going to my arm, Elijah held me in place murmering how sorry he was and how he loved me. Slowly I stopped coughing and I felt more relaxed than I have in days, maybe even years. I slowly leaned back and driffted off, as Elijah shut the door and the car started off.

"This is where the fun begins." Someone said, or maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Either way I didn't care, yet.