Hayley lay in the bedroom she was now supposed to call hers. She had replaced her lilac cardigan with one which concealed her secret much more efficiently. After all, she had promised and like Elijah she also kept her word.

She now stared out at the moonlight from the warmth of the duvet and couldn't help but sigh. She had made it a habit leaving the curtains open at night and staring at the moon. This had hardly ever been possible before, due to the horrid curse of turning.

Now, due to her baby she could also gaze at the large bright orb that everyone was so fascinated by. She lay awake analysing its face and features. She felt she was mocking it. "Not so powerful now." she smirked.

Being a werewolf, to Hayley, the moon had always felt something more than just a giant circle in the sky. Like it was some sort of greater power, watching her, watching all it's children. It was the only thing that had remained constant throughout her life and so despite its curse she could not hate it.

Speaking of curses, Hayley did often curse herself for that specific night with Klaus. She recalled a drunken slurry memory and it made her nose wrinkle. Clearly being reckless had its consequences. She should have learnt that by now.

Even so, she tried not to regret. At least something good had come from it all.

She hoped.

Hayley placed a hand on her bump.

"I don't regret you." she whispered.

Even after hearing all the rumours about her child being a demonic, monster, spawn; she could not see her daughter as anything but an innocent infant. If her baby was going to release all hell on earth, surely she would be the first to feel it, the first to know. Yes she may be a hybrid she thought but no one is born bad. Are they?

Hayley's expression saddened slightly. The pregnancy kept her feelings on a rollercoaster and she often found it hard to retain her usual strong sarcastic self. Luckily no one had noticed, who knows what other rumours they'd come up with next.

She decided to zone out, just listen to the wheels brushing on Tarmac, the traffic, the rustle of leaves and the occasional chatter on the street bellow. She found her intensified hearing rather calming. It helped her to sleep, along with her increase in lethargy.

She was trying to do her best to not think of Elijah because every time she did her heart seemed to develop a beat of it’s own however this soon became impossible when just as she found herself drifting off, she tuned into a sound which awaked her in so many ways.

"Brother." Elijah acknowledged Klaus who addressed his siblings in a smug manner.

"Nik." Rebekah began but Klaus raised his hand for silence.

"I see you two have come to a decision." He spoke.

"I wish to hear no whiny apologies little sister." he declared patronisingly.

"Welcome home." he then announced and before anyone else could speak, he was gone.

Rebekah huffed in irritation.

"After all he's done, we betray him once and he thinks he can rule us!" she spat frustrated.

"Rebekah..." Elijah warned her.

"Calm." he breathed.

Rebekah stamped her foot.

"I'm going to unpack." she announced and she was off.

Hayley's eyes widened and she hid deeper in the duvet, hiding her glee.

"He's here." her mind spun. "Klaus is letting him stay."

She found her body tingling with an eagerness to see him even though she had no idea what she would say.

Eventually however she slowly crept out of the blankets and opened her door as quietly as she could. Her toes gripped the carpet every time she heard a creek. What was up with her?

Beneath, Elijah increased his own senses surveying the building. He listened in, hearing Rebekah muttering to herself over the frustration of unpacking and then Klaus more distant, hissing to one of his so called subjects. This sound muffled further, signifying Klaus had either left, or was at a greater distance away.

Then he heard it...

The sound of unsteady breathing and creaking floorboards. He didn't know how but he knew it was her. It only could be her.

He wanted to see her. He needed to see her. He'd left her so quickly he thought, his palms twitching on remembering her touch.

He ascended the stairs rapidly and his eyes locked on to a door very slightly open.

Hayley, who stood behind it, was completely taken by surprise. She had just blinked when unexpectedly, hands had firmly gripped her. She opened her eyes trying to adjust and found herself leaning on the door which was now closed shut. A hand covered her mouth, muffling her increased breathing and preventing any opportunity to scream.

Hayley found herself on her feet once again, though she was still bewildered.

The hand clasped over her mouth transformed into one finger on her lip.

"Shh." A voice whispered and she was immediately reassured.

"Elijah." her mind clicked and she took a breath her eyes lighting up.

When her eyes rose to meet his, everything seemed right in the world. Elijah's finger traced her lip and Hayley's pulse climbed, her body dying with want. She found her cheeks grow warmer as he then stroked the side of her chin tipping her face gently towards him.

She was about to speak to somehow ask him for what she wanted but surprisingly he obliged.

Elijah leaned down to kiss her unable to stop himself any longer. She was irresistible to him and it had taken him one kiss to be addicted. His hand moved to her neck cradling her against him.

Before they both knew it, they were lost once again. He felt her lips moving against his and he realised he never wanted this to end. Hayley kissed him back drinking his lips like they were the last drops of rain. She felt as if each one could somehow be their last and her worries only heightened at the sound of voices ascending downstairs.

Their kiss ended abrupt.

Fear entered Hayley's bright eyes and Elijah's hand once again covered her mouth as she lay back on the doorframe.

After a few seconds he removed his hand assured she wouldn't make a sound. He held her tenderly while listening out as carefully as he could. Soon the voices subsided and their chests fell in relief.

“This is crazy.” Hayley thought for a second but that didn’t put her off at all.

She lifted her head from his torso and he stroked her hair sweetly.

"Niklaus has..." Elijah spoke quietly, his voice low.

Hayley nodded signifying she already knew. He smiled at her knowledge.

"I will always keep your child safe." Elijah promised once again knowing that her child’s safety was the height of her concerns. He wanted her to know she didn't need to fear. He was here now.

Hayley's eyes flickered towards the ground, "The child." she thought. She remembered him driving her home once. He'd begun to say "you" but had chosen to say "your child". Is that the only reason he was caring for her? She grew perplexed and she found herself starting to resist his hold.

Elijah noticed. He examined her expression concerned. Her resistance tugged strings in his heart.

"Hayley?" he whispered confused.

The sound of Klaus blared downstairs.

Elijah cursed inside; "His brother had to interrupt now." he thought.

He looked at Hayley who nodded; as usual she knew he had to leave. She walked over to the balcony waiting for him to depart.

Though Elijah did not slip away, he stood watching knowing something was not right.

The sound of Klaus continued.

Hayley found herself in her own world as she considered Elijah's motives. What was she to him? She wondered, the questioned revolving in her mind.

When she returned from her thoughts she discovered Elijah was next to her; he still had not left. He looked down at her. His expression showed a mixture of hidden hurt and alarm.

She considered for a second.

That proved her doubts wrong and made her stable once again. She brushed off the bad thoughts.

Hayley stroked his face, and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth to let him know it was okay. They were okay.

He kissed her gently on the hand and disappeared, though he was still not fully convinced.