Klaus's Point of View
Pain throbbed behind Klaus's eyes as his consciousness stirred, pulling him from the depths of nothingness. His limbs felt heavy, his senses dulled—as if he had been submerged in deep water and was only now breaking through the surface.
He inhaled sharply, and a scent—his scent—hit his nose. A mix of aged wood, blood, and the faintest hint of whiskey.
He was back.
Slowly, Klaus sat up, his muscles tensing as he adjusted to the familiar weight of his own body. Around him, the others were also stirring, confusion and relief flickering across their faces.
Elijah let out a slow breath, smoothing his suit as if confirming its fit. "That was unpleasant."
"You don't say," Jackson grumbled, rubbing his temples as he stretched.
Marcel clenched and unclenched his fists. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about accidentally compelling myself anymore."
Before Klaus could make a snide remark, a sharp gasp broke through the air.
Eva—no, Rebekah—was clutching her stomach, her expression frozen in horror.
"I—I can't feel the baby."
The words cut through the room like a blade.
Klaus's instincts roared to life, and he was beside her in an instant. "What do you mean you can't feel the baby?"
Rebekah shook her head violently, panic flooding her eyes. "It's gone. I don't—" She gasped again, clutching at her stomach as if willing herself to sense the life inside.
Hayley stepped forward, her face pale but focused. "We need to get her back to the compound. Now. Klaus"
Without hesitation, they moved.
Nemeria and Sergio trailed behind them, quiet but watching. Klaus didn't trust them—he never had—but right now, the only thing that mattered was finding out what had happened to Rebekah's unborn child.
And if anyone was responsible for this, they would suffer.
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Rebekah's Point of View
Pain.
Not the kind that came from battle or injury—she had endured those a thousand times over. No, this pain was deeper, rawer. It gnawed at her soul, leaving her hollow.
As she lay on Freya's examination table, she focused on the cold press of her sister's hands against her skin. The room was eerily silent, everyone waiting for Freya's words.
Then, the silence was broken.
"I'm so sorry," Freya whispered. "The baby… it's gone."
Something inside Rebekah broke.
A wretched, primal scream tore from her throat, shaking the very walls of the compound. Her grief burst forth in a wave of raw, unchecked magic, crackling like a storm.
The air thickened. The candles flickered wildly.
Klaus stepped forward, his voice tight with controlled fury. "Fix this."
Freya's expression twisted with sorrow. "I—I can't. Rebekah's body was poisoned, and the magic protecting the child wasn't enough."
Rebekah wasn't listening.
Her hands trembled against her abdomen, her tears streaming freely. She had never known such devastation—not when she was daggered, not when she lost love after love. This was different. This was her child, her one chance at something pure.
And it had been taken from her.
The magic within her surged violently.
A low hum filled the air, growing louder as the energy built around her. Her breathing grew ragged. She barely registered Klaus stepping back, his eyes flickering with something unreadable.
And then—
A burst of light exploded from her body.
For a single, breathless moment, everything was still. The power rippled outward, tendrils of pure magic wrapping around her stomach.
Rebekah gasped, her hands flying to her belly.
And then she felt it.
A tiny, fluttering pulse of life.
The baby was back.
A shuddering sob escaped her lips as fresh tears streamed down her face. "I—I feel it. The baby's alive."
Gasps filled the room.
Freya reeled back, staring at Rebekah with wide eyes. "That… that shouldn't be possible."
Klaus exhaled sharply, relief mingling with disbelief. "Leave it to a Mikaelson to defy death itself."
In the corner, Nemeria stiffened and exchanged a glance with solene trying to reassure herself that she was still in control of the situation.
However, Solène, standing beside her, looked equally shaken. For the first time, there was no smugness, no cold calculation in her expression.
Just fear.
Rebekah met Nemeria's gaze, her eyes burning with newfound determination. "You tried to take MY CHILD from me!?" Her voice was raw, trembling with anger and lingering sorrow. "And you failed. I think it's time for you to meet the real me. I am Rebekah Mikaelson and you piss the wrong girl, Nemeria"
Nemeria said nothing. But trying to rebalance herself on her feet with this news visibly shaken.
The truth was just in front of her all along, Eva was Rebekah and she was definitely part of the Mikaelson family.
But Rebekah could see it too—the unease, the uncertainty. Whatever had happened here tonight had shaken her to the core.
And Rebekah would make sure she never forgot it.