Chapter Forty-Six

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or the Originals, but I do own my OCs.

Summary: Blair has been on the run for 400 years, trying to escape her past. She never stays in once place long enough, but she finds herself drawn to New Orleans and it is there that she meets the Originals. She soon finds herself drawn into their drama and ends up connecting with the Noble Original, Elijah Mikaelson. Slowburn.

ORIGINALS

Blair entered her and Elijah's room briskly, with her mate right behind her. She heard Klaus grumble as he had to clean up the dead bodies, but this soon disappeared once Elijah closed their bedroom door. Blair's mind raced with different thoughts, and she wanted to run – her first instinct was always to run as it had been ingrained in her very being. But she knew there was no point, Elijah would find her and make her talk out what she was thinking, a reason why she loved him as much as she did. He was her other half, the person who could calm down the storm in her head, and the one who brought her peace. With him, she felt happy.

And now she was worried she was taking away his happiness.

Elijah watched his mate quietly, and he waited. If he hadn't known Blair as well, he would have thought she was bothered by killing Hayley, but he knew better. There was something else going on inside her beautiful mind, and he waited patiently while she worked out her thoughts. He could visibly see her thoughts work overtime, especially when her leg started to jump up and down as she sat on the bed. Then, she stood up and began to rock on the spot, too far in her thoughts.

It was when he saw her shoulders tense that he knew he needed to ask, "Talk to me, dear,"

Blair looked at him, and bit her lip, uncertainty in her eyes, "I saw your face when it was found out that Rebekah was pregnant, that a Fae and Vampire could conceive," It was a look of hope, one that someone had when they found something they were always looking for. She had seen his eyes light up, in a way that made her stomach turn heavy.

"It was a shock, and I am happy for my sister," Elijah said honestly. In his long time alive, he had never once come across a Fae/Vampire Hybrid, as the former usually stayed away from the latter. It was something new, something exciting and he was happy that his sister was finally getting the happy ending she had always wanted. However, he felt that this was not the only thing Blair wanted to speak about and knew there was something more going on.

Blair absentmindedly nodded her head.

Elijah walked over to his mate, cradled her face with his hands, and kissed her lips softly, "What has made you so shaken?"

"I don't want kids," Blair whispered.

The Original stilled, as he looked down at his mate, processing her words.

Taking his silence badly, Blair continued to speak, "Well, actually, I don't know if I want children – or if I will in the future. But at the moment I don't feel ready, I have only just got my life back and I don't even like children, they're icky, messy and smelly… and… and…" She spoke so fast that her brain couldn't even keep up in the end and she ended up stuttering over her words. She was scared of his reaction, she was scared she was going to lose him. It was obvious that Elijah wanted to be a dad- he would be an amazing dad. She just wasn't sure. She didn't even like children, she sneered past them whenever she saw them. She liked Davina, but she was older and she didn't have to put all that work in. Blair felt as though she would lose her freedom if she had a child – her life would revolve around that child, and she could be selfish. She wanted to live her life and see places without having to worry that the Hunter was after her, she could take her time. Explore her relationship with Elijah further.

But would Elijah leave her because she wasn't ready? Blair did not know if she would ever change her mind at all. Even when she lived in the Forest, she did not like visiting the nursery or dealing with pregnant Fae. Blair avoided them – unlike the rest of the group, who would crowd around and coo over the pregnant couple.

"Blair," Elijah said calmly and this snapped her out of her daze. She looked up at him and found him smiling softly at her, "Of course I want children,"

This statement broke her heart.

"But I only want them with you," Elijah continued on, knowing the storm brewing in her thoughts.

Blair looked at him, uncertain, "What if I never want them?"

Elijah sighed deeply, "I will not lie to you, as that will be doing you a dishonour. When I found out that Fae and Vampires can have children, it did make me think about our children. But, if you do not want children, then that is your choice and I will respect it," He would never force someone he loves into something they were not comfortable doing. His main priority would always be his mate, his sun, moon and stars.

"So, you aren't going to leave me?" Blair's shoulders dropped in relief.

Instead of answering her question with a verbal response, Elijah pulled her into a passionate kiss that conveyed all his feelings. The love, adoration, and endearment he felt for Blair, he put into the kiss. He relished in the little sounds she made when his tongue caressed her lips, waiting to begin their fiery dance. Blair practically melted in his hold, kissing back just as fervently, to show how she felt, how relieved and loved she felt by him. Walking backwards, Elijah gently pushed her into a wall and tapped her thighs a few times, signalling her to jump. Blair did so without hesitation, wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up, opening her thighs to make room for the Vampire. Elijah grabbed her thighs with his strong hands and squeezed at the, loving the whimper that left Blair, he knew that her thighs were sensitive and planned to exploit it. With a lot of self-control, Elijah broke free from her searing lips and pressed his forehead against hers, savouring her heavy breathing.

"Never has that thought crossed my mind," Elijah uttered lowly as his dark eyes stared into hers. He had not even entertained the thought of another woman since the female Fae had snagged his attention. He had no intentions of letting her go, and the thought of Blair with another male made him feral – he'd kill that person with no hesitation and relish in it.

"I hoped it wasn't a deal breaker," Blair huffed with a small grin.

Elijah shared her grin, "And have your worries been dealt with?"

A spark of mischief flashed in the Fae's eyes, "I may need more… reassurance…" She whispered in his ear softly and began to nibble on the lobe. Elijah shivered under her ministrations and tightened his grip on her plush thighs.

"Now, that is something I can do," Elijah moved his head away and pulled his mate into another searing kiss, starting their passionate dance more.

ORIGINALS

It was morning time and the Compound was mostly quiet as people still remained asleep. After the eventful night, Klaus locked him and Caroline in their room, they had not been seen in a few hours, and neither had Hope. No one was worried as they could sense the child still safely in the home. Freya had mostly kept to herself, training up her magic for the battle that would happen later that day, and Kol was keeping Davina for himself in his room. It was only Raphael, Rebekah, Elijah and Blair were downstairs. Though, if Blair had a choice, she'd still be in bed, basking in the afterglow of the passionate night and morning she'd had with Elijah. They had been lying in bed, about to engage in another round of pleasure, but were interrupted when Rebekah furiously banged on the door, worried about her baby and demanded a check-up.

In the living room, Rebekah was on the couch with Blair by her side, her hands over the Vampire's stomach and her eyes glowing purple. The Fae could hear Elijah and Raphael muttering to one another in the background, as her mate reassured the male Fae that everything was okay.

"I just feel off, and I am worried that the baby could have been hurt when I was thrown around," Rebekah explained for the fifth time that morning, her anxieties making her worried and overthink everything. She was worried that the baby could have been harmed from the night before and just wanted reassurance. No matter how many times Raphael reassured her things were fine, she wanted to hear it from Blair and wanted the Fae to examine her with her magic.

Ignoring the Vampire's rambling, Blair focused on the baby. Despite having checked on the baby last night and seeing no issues, she indulged the woman, otherwise, she knew she'd never hear the end of it. "Baby looks healthy, heart beat is strong… looks like baby isn't under any stress either,"

These words made Rebekah's tense body relax.

"The baby's okay?" Raphael asked with hopeful eyes.

Elijah nodded his head, "Yes, nothing is wrong with baby,"

Raphael sighed in relief.

Blair was about to ask if she could go back to bed but she stopped and frowned. She focused her magic on the baby once more and noticed that something had changed. Last night, she had deduced that Rebekah was at least six weeks along, but that had changed.

"Now, that is interesting," Blair muttered.

This made Rebekah look at her, panicked, "What? What's wrong?" The sound made Raphael step closer and grab her hand, squeezing it.

Elijah looked to his sister and then to his mate, "What have you found?"

"The baby has grown overnight," Blair explained, still focused on the foetus, "Based on what I am feeling, I would put the baby at eight weeks now," She had looked at everything, she'd looked at the development of the child, the heartbeat and size. She was certain that this baby had grown from the night before, and this fascinated her.

Raphael's eyes widened, "Holy shit…"

"Then that means…" Elijah started.

"That this baby will be coming a lot sooner than seven to eight months," Blair finished for him, "By the rate this baby is growing, I would say this baby will be there in a few months, give or take three months," She had never come across this before. Fae pregnancies could last seven to eight months, and it was unheard of for a Fae couple to deliver early – if that happened it meant the baby did not live.

Having this knowledge, Raphael began to panic.

"The heartbeat is very strong," Blair's words stopped Raphael from having a breakdown. In the cases of early delivery in Fae, when the child did not live, the heartbeat was always weak and very difficult to hear. This was not the case for Rebekah and Raphael's child.

"Thank goodness," Raphael whispered as he kissed Rebekah's hand. He had seen it many times in the Forest when a Fae couple went into labour too early. The babies never survived and the grief-filled screams from the mothers always shook the Forest to its core. He did not want that same fate for Rebekah as he feared how she would cope.

Rebekah squeezed Raphael's hand, understanding where his thoughts were going. "I want daily check-ups," Rebekah demanded strongly.

Elijah nodded his head in agreement.

"That may be best." Blair said in agreement, looking thoughtful, "We will need to keep an eye on the baby's development." There was no knowing if the quick development would stop at one point, or whether the baby would continue to grow at this rapid pace. Daily check-ups would allow Blair to monitor this pregnancy very closely.

"Could this be due to Rebekah's Vampire side?" Elijah asked, curious.

Blair shrugged her shoulders, "It could be, Vampires can regenerate at an alarming pace, and maybe the baby has picked this up as well," Everything was speculation at this point as there was nothing to refer to, there had been no Vampire/Fae Hybrids before, so everything was learning curve. Blair was also not discounting any outside influence either, like Dahlia. However, Blair doubted that Dahlia was behind this as she would have sensed if a spell or curse would have been placed on Rebekah.

"I would advise you to up your blood intake, and to not get in any fights," Blair said before her eyes stopped glowing. She had seen everything she needed to see.

Rebekah nodded her head in agreement. She and Raphael had spoken about this last night and had agreed for her to take a step back in the fight with Dahlia and the family. She would still help as a last resort, but she did not want to risk this baby. Elijah had been in full agreement with the plan and knew Klaus and Kol would have no objections to this as well.

"Is there any hint at the gender?" Raphael asked nervously. The night before, he and Rebekah had discussed at length about their hopes and wishes for this baby. They'd already picked names for a boy and a girl. Rebekah wanted a girl, a little girl whom she could pamper and spoil with pretty clothing. Raphael wasn't too fussed as long as the child was healthy, though he leaned towards wanting a girl because he wanted Rebekah to be happy, but also imagined a little girl made him feel all fuzzy and warm.

"It's a bit too early to tell," Blair answered back. "As soon as I can tell, I will let you know," Though it was a guess as to what stage in the development of the child, as it had grown in one night alone.

"We need to start planning, getting baby things," Raphael's eyes widened when the realisation hit him. He and Rebekah had thought they'd have months to get this all sorted, but now it appeared as though they would have less time than they originally thought.

Rebekah sat up and nodded her head, "We'll need to start now, I saw a shop not too far from here when Hayley was pregnant," Taking Raphael's hand, she shot Blair a grateful look before she left him in hand to begin the shopping trip.

Elijah followed after them, wanting to make sure that his sister got nothing but the best for his future niece or nephew.

Blair watched them go, an endearing grin on her face as she shook her head. However, that soon dropped when she felt another presence walk closer to the living room. Actually, she had known Freya had been hiding away the entire time, listening in and had concealed herself with magic. Blair was not aware if the others had sensed the oldest Mikaelson's presence, but the Fae had said nothing, waiting to see what would happen.

"Come out, before I make you," Blair said purposely.

Slowly, Freya walked around the corner, her face neutral of any expression.

"You can't let Dahlia get Rebekah's child," Freya immediately said.

Blair arched a brow at the Witch's words, "Oh?"

Freya shook her head, "Dahlia is already powerful on her own, if she got Hope as well as Rebekah's child, she would be unstoppable," It was scary to think how much magic her aunt would be able to channel. Those children would always be trapped – forced to stay with Dahlia and her power-hungry ways.

"She won't be getting either of them," Blair said bluntly.

However, Freya did not appear to be listening, "And if you have any children with Elijah…"

"That won't happen," Blair hissed out lowly, all of a sudden overcome with such possessiveness over her non-existent children that it almost shocked her. Blair was possessive by nature, especially of the people she loved, and she may not like children – but if she did any children, and that was very loosely worded, she would protect them with her dying breath.

Freya fell silent for a moment before she nodded her head, "I believe you,"

This confused the Fae, and made her frown, "I thought you didn't like me?" The Witch had made it very clear that she did not like Blair, going as far as saying so much to her face. The distrust and hate were something she was used to, but this new attitude threw the Fae off.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Freya looked uncomfortable, "I may have misjudged you…"

"Oh?" Now this, Blair found amusing.

Freya's face flushed slightly in embarrassment, making Blair's grin slightly wider. "I thought you were stringing my family along. I also felt as though my place was being taken, I thought they could come to rely on for when it came to magic. I was pushing too hard to make room for myself and I realise now that it was counterproductive." It had been hard seeing her family, her blood family, so close to an outsider, to a Fae of all creatures. It rubbed Freya the wrong way and made her resent the situation. Freya should have been the one whom they consulted on magical situations as she was the Witch. She should have been there to assist her family, but instead, she stood at the side and watched it all happen instead. She watched as they bonded and saw how much her family relied upon and trusted Blair and Raphael. Rebekah was even having a baby with a Fae. However, it was when she watched Blair fight against Dahlia that made something in Freya click and realise the Fae wasn't against the family but were fighting for them. She had assumed they would flee when they realised how powerful her aunt was, but to her surprise, Blair went toe-to-toe with her aunt and survived, and not just that, overpowered her.

"What changed?" Blair asked, curious to know the reason behind this change in mindset. It wasn't very often that a Witch changed their opinion of her.

"I realised that Dahlia could be beaten," Freya smiled, hope in her eyes.

"Everyone has a weakness," Blair commented bluntly. After piecing it together, they had been able to establish that Esther was Dahlia's weakness – the one person who could truly hurt Dahlia was her own younger sister, who had betrayed her. It truly fit with the Mikaelson family theme so it hadn't surprised her too much.

Freya shook her head, "I was never able to find it when I was trapped by her. I never had the power, but you do,"

Her words only seemed to feed Blair's ego, who smirked, "If you keep saying such nice things about me, I am going to assume you like me,"

Glaring at her, Freya was not amused by her words. However, she sighed and uncrossed her arms, "Dahlia will want your power as well,"

"She's not the only one who is after my power," Blair answered back with a shrug. In all her years alive, she had come across many creatures who revered, feared and lusted after her power. The creatures who were jealous tended to be Witches, and also Maeve. Adding Dahlia to that list did not bother her in the slightest as she would be dead very soon.

"I've never seen her look at someone with such… hunger," Freya shivered as she remembered her Aunt's face.

"She thinks she can get more power," Blair said with a sigh, "People like her will always crave power," If Klaus had been left unchecked by his family and Caroline, it was very likely he would have ended up that way, consumed by the lust for power, to be the most powerful creature alive. To flaunt that power in front of his siblings and make them hate him – resent him and look for ways to put him down. It was a wonder how he had lasted this long with an ego that size.

Freya nodded her head in agreement.

Thinking this conversation was over, Blair turned around to walk away, but she stopped when Freya spoke once more.

"I am sorry,"

The Fae turned her head, her eyes narrowed. To Blair, this was weird. It was weird to have a Witch apologise to her, that wasn't Davina. It was weird to have a normal conversation with a Witch without being insulted or trading insults. Where they having a moment?

"What are you after?" Blair asked bluntly, sensing there was more afoot.

Having been seen through, Freya inhaled deeply, "I want you to train me in magic," Ever since she had her magic cut off from Dahlia, she had noticed it wasn't as high of a level anymore. She was still powerful in her own right, but Davina was close to surpassing her – a fledging, and that did not sit right with her. She wanted to be useful, and despite attempting to train on her own when everyone was asleep, the results were not as quick as she would have liked.

"Why?" Blair demanded, back still turned to the Witch.

"I want to get stronger," Freya answered back strongly, "In this family, we all have a role. I do not have a role at the moment and I would like to help," She refused to stay on the side-lines and allow her siblings to fight this battle alone.

Blair turned fully and watched Freya for a moment, considering her answer, "What do I get out of this deal?"

"What do you want?" Freya challenged back.

This made Blair grin, it was dangerous to bargain with a Fae. It was stupid to ask that kind of question as other Fae's may take advantage of this. Blair sensed that this was also a test, Freya was testing her to see if she was like the other Fae. Another other Fae would have taken advantage of Freya's desperation, and for a moment, Blair was tempted. But she brushed those thoughts aside, "I want your binding word,"

Freya sent her a confused look and then tensed up. When a Witch gave their binding word on something, they could not break it. If they did, something terrible would happen, whether it be pain or losing their magic for an unknown amount of time. Binding words were not made lightly, and Freya cautiously regarded the Fae.

"I want your word that you won't kill Esther. We have plans for her, and I can't have your grudge getting in the way," Blair explained frankly. If everything went according to plan, Esther would also be dealt with and they would no longer have to put up with her. They had all discussed this plan in detail, and there was always one variable that could not be accounted for – Freya. The eldest Mikaelson had a vendetta against the Original Witch and for good reason, but not good enough reason to get in the way of their plans. Freya had made her intentions clear that she wanted Esther dead plenty of times, still trying to find a way into the modified Garden with no success.

Anger flashed in Freya's eyes, and Blair could feel her magic bubbling, wanting to lash out.

Blair didn't even twitch, not worried in the slightest. However, to remind the Witch if her place, Blair let loose a fraction of her magic and watched in satisfaction as Freya stood straighter and flinched back at the show of power.

It quickly dawned on her that she would not win, and so Freya backed down and her magic retreated, "If I agree to not kill Esther, will you teach me magic?"

Blair nodded her head, "You cannot kill her. You cannot physically harm her, with your magic or by any other means, not until both I and Klaus give you permission,"

Gritting her teeth, Freya nodded her head.

"Shake on it," Blair said as she held out her hand. This was the last out that Freya would get, once she gave her binding word, she could not go back on it. If she ever did, Blair would enact revenge far worse than any curse would.

Freya took Blair's hand and shook, "I vow to not kill Esther Mikaelson. I cannot physically harm her, with my magic or by any other means, not until both Blair and Klaus give me permission," Each word she spat out clearly, anger in her eyes.

"I accept your binding word," Blair finished as she felt the magic lock into place, her grip never wavering.

Freya flinched when she felt the magic hang over her, it was like a shackle had been placed on her wrists, though none were there. This sensation would fade in time, but Freya would never forget. If she broke her word, she would regret it, and the magic surrounding her would attack her. For a moment, Freya wondered if she made a bad decision but shook that off when she realised how much she would gain from this.

Blair let go and watched as Freya snatched her hand back. Her pride was wounded. This made the Fae smirk, "I am not a gentle teacher, if you do not make progress then that is on you. If you don't like my methods then tough," Davina was a special case, and no one else would get the same treatment.

Sensing the challenge, Freya's eyes flashed, "I can handle it,"

"We'll see," Blair smirked and walked away.