chapter one

drop me off in new orleans

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new orleans, louisiana — a few days ago

JORDANNA HAD A weird feeling as she and Hayley drove into New Orleans. She didn't know what it was, but fuck me it was weird.

As soon as they sped past that sign her body felt tingly, she had no fucking idea what had happened but whatever it was it felt good.

A weird good, but good nevertheless.

Oddly enough, after that she felt like the happiest fucker in the world.

Powerful, more like.

Though her little parade was rained on as the week continued its path.

Klaus had been sending the witch a gift each day she had been away from him ━ the witch couldn't tell whether it was because he missed her or because she wouldn't answer any of his messages regarding the baby situation.

Maybe both.

But, seriously, she just couldn't be bothered. They'd talk about it in person, besides she was 69% sure that Klaus assumed that she was just joking about the situation, but one could never be too sure with Jordanna.

Like the time that Klaus had pissed her off last year she got mad at him and told him that she had slept with someone else.

Granted, she didn't but still.

He almost believed her.

Like I said, one could never be too sure with Jordanna Jones, it was difficult to tell when she was lying.

Day one of being away she got a Cartier bracelet, day two earrings and day four shoes... the list only went on the longer she way away.

Money . . . dresses . . . Klaus' fucking clothes because he was soppy like that.

Anyway, maybe like four or five days into hers and Hayley's little trip, Jordanna had made a 'friend'.

two days ago

Jordanna sat at the bar with a bored expression painted on her features, Hayley had dropped Jordanna off at a bar and told her to sit tight whilst she did some food shopping ━ yeah, food shopping.

        The two girls had rented out an apartment for a little while because all of Jordanna's grimoires and shit were too much to carry from hotel to hotel, Hayley had tried to get the landlord to drop the price but he was a stubborn piece of shit until Jordanna had been ever so lovely and threatened him with a knife that she had pulled from her fucking boots, heeled of course, just because she was pregnant didn't mean she was going to begin to dress like a 40 year old soccer mom who drove a mini van while her husband Ken shagged his assistant.

Absolutely not.

So, while Hayley went to do their food shopping Jordanna sat at the bar, feet perched up on the bar stool next to her own as she sipped on a coke.

In a bar.

A fucking coke.

Her head lazily bobbed side to side as this guy, a sorta, weirdly attractive guy sang. Don't come at her ━ she can still say shit like that, can't she? Anyway, he was actually good, surprisingly. Most of the time when you got guys doing karaoke in a bar it was a middle aged drunk man who slurred fifty percent of his words.

The mystery singer guy had haltered his movements as his eyes found Jordanna's, her eyebrows shot up as if to say 'the fuck you looking at,' as he stared her down just as the song came to an end. She spun on her ass, turning back to face the wall behind the bar as a waitress, Camille, placed another coke down in front of her.

"Thanks," Jordanna mumbled, looking up at the blonde with a half assed smile.

The chirpy blonde smiled back before moving to another customer as the singer guy shoved Jordanna's feet off of the bar stool besides her with his hands and plopped himself down instead.

"Excuse you," Jordanna grumbled, shooting him a glare as he sat with narrowed eyes, staring at her intently.

"Mary?" The brown eyed man tilted his neatly shaven head at the girl as he skimmed up and down her figure.

"Nope," Jordanna sighed. She was used to this, this week at least 3 people had approached her calling her Mary, guess this is what she got for coming to the city her mother had previously lived in. "You knew my mom I take it?"

"Damn." The mystery singer whistled, nodding his head enthusiastically. "You look just like her, you're Jordanna?"

"Duh." The witch shot her eyebrows up, looking over at him. "And you are?"

"Marcel," he shot his hand out with a charming smile. "So a Jones witch finally found her way back into the quarter."

"A vampire, lovely," Jordanna deadpanned, smiling falsely. "Is that a problem, Marcel?"

Marcel chuckled, shaking his head, "not at all, you know me and your mom used to be very good friends."

"Is that so?" Jordanna asked dryly.

"Hm. Best friends, actually. I was the first one to know when she found out she was pregnant with you," Marcel smiled.

"Wow," Jordanna drawled. "Are we done?"

Marcel shook his head with a grin, "ah, ah, ah." His hand gripped onto her arm as she began to move. "Look, vampires and witches in this city don't mix very well, okay? I told your mom if I ever bumped into you I'd look after you, I keep my promises, Jordanna."

"I can save my own ass, thanks Marcey," Jordanna grasped his hand, watching as he flinched away when a soring heat hit his hand ━ as though the skin she had grabbed burnt him. "Bye, now."

"I never said you couldn't," Marcel defended, following after the Jones as she walked out of the bar and onto the busy New Orleans streets. "But I made a promise to your mom and I intend to keep it."

"Cool," Jordanna nodded in a jaded manner. "Can I go now, I'm starving and you're boring me."

Marcel chuckled, "how about I buy you lunch for ruining your drink, huh? It's the least I could do, besides might as well introduce you to the guys so they know not to touch a Jones witch, you're basically royalty in the Quarter."

Jordanna shot her brows up, free food and a forever hungry Jordanna. There was only one correct answer. "Sure. Why not?"

a few days later

Marcel was a bit odd, extremely happy but nice so she was fine with him.

His ego was a bit much, he reminded her of Klaus in that sense. She'd only seen him twice after that, after all he was busy being king of New Orleans.

Though she didn't mind, it gave her more time to concentrate on helping Hayley find her family, but so far they hadn't been very successful.

Jordanna huffed, falling back in her seat as she finished eating. Her fingers were shamelessly covered in the remains of hot wings as she picked up her glass of water. She had just spent the past half an hour listening to Stefan and Caroline scream down her ear for leaving without telling ━ apparently they would be making a trip down to New Orleans after Caroline had settled into Whitmore College to 'kick her ass'.

Please, as if they could.

"This is the third time you've been here this week," Jane-Anne voiced with a smile as she neared the two, collecting the dishes in front of the young girls, watching as Jordanna wiped her hand clean with a napkin.

"I can assure you, it has nothing to do with your presence," Jordanna mumbled into her hand, the older witch having not heard what she had said. Jordanna had gotten an iffy feeling about Jane-Anne and her sister Sophie, she just wasn't 100% sure what it was yet.

Jordanna winced as Hayley's foot slammed down onto hers underneath the table, the brunette shot her a look before she turned to Jane-Anne with a smile. "I'm obsessed with the gumbo, Jane-Anne."

"You know, ladies in the nineth ward say my sister, Sophie, bleeds a piece of her soul into every dish," Jane-Anne told them with a grin.

"Charming," Jordanna smiled falsely. "Anyway, we asked about Hayley's family like you said."

"And?"

Hayley sighed. "Nothing. Zero. We can't find a single person who remembers them."

"Because, Hayley, people like you were run out of here years ago," Jane-Anne's eyes followed Hayley's movements.

"And by people like her, what ever do you mean, Janey?" Jordanna raised her eyebrows, a slight warning tone to her voice as she got no good vibe from this witch what so ever.

Jane-Anne rolled her eyes at the name the younger witch had relentlessly been calling her for the past week as she grabbed a map, walking around the bar she placed the map down in front of the two.

"In the bayou, they call the werewolves roux-ga-roux." The Devereaux circled a place on the map as Jordanna watched with narrowed eyes. "You head out there, you'll find what you're looking for. Be careful, it's the last place you'd ever want to go."

Jordanna turned her head to the witch, "why are you touching me?" She shrugged off the hand on her shoulder and began walking off, a thankful Hayley following after her.

Jane-Anne and Sophie exchanged a look as she held up pieces of Jordanna's hair to her sister.

・❥・

Jordanna rubbed her head as she began to feel a headache coming on, she had spent the entire car ride talking Klaus out of the fact that she was not in Mystic Falls tormenting him over the cure.

Silas. Duh.

Jordanna had sent over Caroline to go help the hybrid after a lot of convincing, a prom dress had been sacrificed as Caroline did not want to help Klaus.

I mean, Jordanna understood, he did try kill her twice.

Even if the first time he didn't do the job himself, but still, he did it.

The witch hadn't actually, fully forgiven him for that yet, you couldn't blame her though.

After that, Klaus had began asking about this baby, God.

But as soon as the words, 'child,' had left his mouth Jordanna had suddenly become very tired and bid him a goodnight.

She wasn't ready to talk about it yet. She was scared that Klaus, being the paranoid asshole he was, would assume she cheated.

His brain wouldn't automatically go the logics of it, the logics being that he was half werewolf ━ she was human, which equals child, ( even though she had already told him that ).

No, it'd go to the worst. That being, Jordanna Jones was a cheating witch bitch.

Which she was certainly not, can I just say.

Jordanna had been cheated on before and in turn had broken her ex-girlfriend's car, egged her house and, of course, ripped her hair out.

Ex-girlfriends, a pain in Jordanna's ass.

"I don't trust this, Hales," Jordanna mumbled as she looked around at the dodgy woods surrounding herself and Hayley.

"Why not?" The werewolf glanced over at the witch who was sat texting on her phone before her eyes fell back onto the road.

"Because witches lie," Jordanna sang out.

Nikky: We have to talk about this, I can't tell whether you're joking or not.

:I'm lying, it's not yours. I fucked a 40 year old man called Antonio, happy?

"You're a witch," Hayley pointed out with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, exactly. We lie," Jordanna smirked.

Nikky: Jordanna you're not funny, you cannot be pregnant.

Jordanna pulled a face.

            :Okay then, I'm not pregnant

Nikky: I'll tear your throat out woman.

:Kinky

Jordanna put her phone down as her eyes scanned their surroundings. Hayley pulled out the map again with a sceptical look in her eyes, only for it to set aflame a few seconds later.

"Fucking witches," Jordanna mumbled, raising a hand as she and the werewolf watched the flames die down. "Can we leave now?" Jordanna groaned.

Hayley nodded before she put the car in reverse, only for the car to start smoking up and stop in it's place.

"Are you kidding me?" Hayley's eyebrows pulled together.

"What kind of crack ass car is this?" Jordanna spoke in irritation as she climbed out the vehicle, slamming the door shut behind her. The witch huffed as she sauntered to the hood of the car, plopping down onto it as she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

"Yeah, I need a tow service." The witch gritted out in annoyance, but before the person at the other end could respond, her phone let out a high pitched noise.

"Son of a bitch," Jordanna threw the phone to the floor and stomped on it with the heel of her boot. Her head shot up as she heard a branch snap in the distance.

Fuck my sad, miserable life.

Several figures began approaching the two girls, emerging from different hiding places in the bayou, moving slowly.

"We'd love to stay and chat but, we'd, uh, rather tear out our spleens, thanks," Jordanna smiled falsely at the witches as she pulled a knife from her boot.

She wished she hadn't left Barry at the apartment, the baseball bat was too far away for her to summon towards her.

"You can still fight, right?" Jordanna called out to Hayley.

"Eh, I'm a little rusty," the werewolf tilted her head.

"Good enough," Jordanna mumbled before her vision grew hazy causing her to stumbled aside into the werewolf. The knife slipped from her fingers as she turned to face the werewolf, she watched with wide eyes as Hayley dropped to the floor.

"Shit," Jordanna croaked out before her body fell limp and darkness over took her.

・❥・

Jordanna let out a groan as her eyes fluttered open, revealing a disgusting, dusty room.

"Ew, what the fuck?" The witch mumbled, pulling her limp hand from a cobweb.

Her eyes took in her surroundings as she gathered where she was.

A cemetery. 'Cause who doesn't love those?

Another groan echoed through the room, Jordanna twisted her head aside as she pulled her body up, looking towards Hayley, who laid in the same position as the Jones.

"You good?" Jordanna tipped her chin.

"Yeah," Hayley breathed out. "You?"

"Peachy," the witch mumbled sarcastically.

"Where are we?"

"The pacific ocean," Jordanna grumbled, sitting up.

"Hello, Jordanna."

The witch turned her head, a false smile sitting on her lips, "Jane-Anne, Sophie, how lovely. The whole family's here, to what do I owe the pleasure of this kidnapping?"

"There's no easy way to say this, but... you're pregnant," Sophie spoke slowly, as if Jordanna was a four year old learning to read.

The witch snorted, "I know, doll. Is that all?"

"Klaus Mikaelson is the ━ wait, you knew?" The eldest Devereux raised her eyebrows.

"Hold on," Hayley interrupted, turning to face Jordanna with a frown. "You're pregnant and you didn't tell me?"

"It slipped my mind," Jordanna shrugged it off.

"We've been together all week," Hayley deadpanned. "You didn't feel the need to bring it up?"

"Not really, no."

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present day

Klaus had not heard from Jordanna in days. Not even the small messages where she would piss him off, the little 'fuck off,' messages she would send him after he sent her a gift in hopes of getting her to talk about this so called pregnancy.

But nothing, he even tried Hayley's number after threatening Caroline to get it from Tyler.

But he still landed with jack-shit.

He was already missing the witch enough as it is, never mind not being able to talk to her ━ it was granted that he was soon to lose his mind.

His annoyance soon grew after receiving a letter from the one and only Katerina Petrova ━ also known as...

Katherine Pierce.

Now, the doppelganger did not give two fuck's about Klaus, but where Jordanna was concerned, it was different.

Though the two had not spoken in a long time, Jordanna still had a special place in Katherine's heart, after all, Jordanna never hated the girl unlike the rest of the Mystic Falls population.

So, she informed Klaus of a little story about some New Orleans witches having taken her friend and sent him off on his way...

"Good afternoon. Time for one more?" Klaus plopped himself down onto a seat across from a woman sitting alone as she cleared a few things from her table.

Her dark eyes narrowed. "I have nothing to say to you."

"Oh, now that's not very amiable, is it?" Klaus tilted his head with a smirk. "You don't even know me."

"I know what you are. Half-vampire, half-beast. You're the hybrid." Her eyes looked him up and down in disgust.

"I'm the original hybrid, actually," Klaus smiled, leaning towards her, dismissively waving a hand. "But that's a long story for another time. I'm looking for someone, a witch. Perhaps you might be able to help me find her. Jane-Anne Deveraux."

"Sorry, I don't know."

"Well, now, that's a fib, isn't it?" Klaus raised his eyebrows. "Now, you see . . . I know that you're a true witch amongst this sea of poseurs. So, enough with the fabrications. I've quite the temper."

"Witches don't talk outta' school in the Quarter. The vampire won't allow it. Those are the rules. I don't break Marcel's rules."

"Marcel's rules?" Klaus' jaw clenched. "Where do you suppose I might find Marcel?"

・❥・

Jordanna sighed in boredom, her eyes flickering around the crypt in distaste.

"Bring her out!" Sophie's loud, demand earnt an eyeroll from Jordanna.

One of the witch's attempted to grab the Jones and in turn she sent her a glare. "Put one greasy finger on me and I will feed you to an alligator."

The Jones witch turned to the Marshall werewolf, linking her arm in hers with an internal groan as they made their way out, some witches closely following behind, ensuring the pair weren't about to do something stupid.

A grin laced Jordanna's lips as her eyes caught sight of the Mikaelson standing before her. "Well, well, Elijah Mikaelson . . ."

The Mikaelson pursed his lips in hopes of hiding the small smile that threatened to break, they had not seen one another in a very, very, long time.

"Jordanna, dear-"

"Who the hell are you?"

Jordanna's smile diminished as a her eyebrows pulled together.

Is that girl deaf?

She literally just said his name.

"Give us a moment please," Elijah glanced towards Sophie.

The witches lead the three back into the crypt, Hayley taking a seat down onto the bench as Jordanna flung her arms around the original.

"How've you been, Elijah? It's been a while," Jordanna murmured as the group of witches left to give them some privacy.

"Never mind me," Elijah brushed off her question, he placed his hands on her shoulders after the two pulled apart ━ doing a one over of her. "Are you alright?"

"No, it smells in here and the humidity isn't good for my hair," Jordanna frowned.

"Not quite what I meant, Jordanna," Elijah smiled.

"I know," she hummed, moving to sit next to Hayley.

"So, have they been holding you here against your will?"

"They lured us out to the bayou and grabbed us," Hayley explained. "And they did all these weird, witchy tests on, JJ."

"Let me tell you, it was not fun," Jordanna mumbled, looking down at the broken nail she had earned as of fighting one of the witches off of her.

"I can't imagine it would be," Elijah smiled lightly.

"I don't understand how this could happen-"

"Well, Hayley, when a man and a woman love each other ━"

"Shut up, Jords," Hayley rolled her eyes. "I mean, vampires are dead, they can't have children."

"Perhaps if you knew my brother's story, it might explain how this is possible," Elijah took a seat besides both women. "In the beginning, our family was human, a thousand years ago now..."

Jordanna sat with pursed lips as the man explained Klaus' life story to the werewolf, she obviously already knew this, so she sat, boredly platting little strands of her hair whilst she waited for him to finish.

"Your dad was a dick," Hayley commented bluntly as the Mikaelson finished his story.

"Amen," Jordanna mumbled.

Hayley held out her hand to him, "I'm Hayley, by the way. You should probably know my name if you're gonna tell me your whole life story. I mean, I know yours. Your family is legendary. Your brother is a notorious psycho . . . who Jordanna slept with. Classic Jordanna."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jordanna threw a glare in her direction.

"Your taste isn't exactly the best, Jords."

"I like to think I have excellent taste, thank you very much," the witch mumbled.

"I cannot excuse his behaviour. But you must understand, when our father hunted him ━ hunted us, for centuries, every time we found a moment of happiness, we were forced to flee. Even here, in New Orleans, where we were happiest of all. Not so long after Niklaus broke the spell which prevented him from becoming a hybrid, he defeated our father. I thought this would make him happy. I wonder if perhaps this baby might be a way for my brother to find happiness," his eyes flickered to Jordanna. "More than he already has."

Was that supposed to be a compliment?

It didn't feel like it.

"Should I be offended-?"

"I'm glad you feel that way because we need your help," Sophie interrupted, walking back into the vault.

"What precisely is it that you want? And what does it have to do with these young women?"

"We want to run Marcel and his vampires out of town. Klaus is the key. Everything Marcel knows about being a vampire, he learnt from Klaus. Marcel trusts him, looks up to him, and he won't see the betrayal coming."

Well, well, well... Baldy's got himself into a pickle it seems.

"Yes, well, as I'm sure you're aware, my brother, Niklaus, doesn't like to be told what to do," Elijah rose his brows.

"That's why I brought you here. Marcel drove the werewolves out of town and he controls the witches. Do you really think he's going to welcome a baby more powerful than himself into the neighbourhood, followed by a witch and a werewolf?" Sophie arched her brow. "Convince Klaus to help us and no one has to know about the newest member of the original family."

"That sounds like blackmail," Jordanna raised her eyebrows, turning to the Mikaelson besides her. "Doesn't that sound a lot like blackmail to you, 'Lijah?"

"Indeed it does, Jordanna," Elijah rose his eyebrows, sharing a look with the Jones.

Sophie shrugged, "like I said, I'm desperate."

Elijah sighed, flattening down his suit as he stood. "Well, then, I have my work cut out for me, don't I?"

・❥・

For some, strange reason Jordanna was scared to see Klaus, she didn't know why but she felt as though her heart was about to fall out of her ass.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Jordanna slowly followed after Hayley as she round the corner, a small smile fell on her lips as she caught sight of the hybrid. She had missed him ━ a lot, actually. It'd had only been a week but she got bored without him. She longed for his presence.

"Klaus you need to listen to them," Hayley spoke timidly as Jordanna stepped out.

The hybrid spun on his feet to face her, his face physically relaxed as he saw her, but seeing the state she was in only further irritated him.

Klaus opened his mouth to speak, though he stopped himself as Jordanna sent him a pointed look.

"Comportati come se mi odi," act like you hate me, Jordanna muttered. Klaus' eyebrows shot up whilst Hayley, Sophie and Elijah stared at her weirdly as though she was talking to herself.

Klaus sent her a look which practically screamed delisional.

"Non guardarmi così, fai finta di odiarmi, sarà divertente, immagina la faccia di Elijah," don't look at me like that, pretend to hate me, it'll be funny, imagine Elijah's face, Jordanna mumbled, looking to the ground. Elijah stared at her with widened eyes as she ferociously muttered to herself, he and Hayley shared a weirded look as his name left her lips.

Hayley had just gathered Jordanna was cursing the Mikaelson's but she wasn't one hundred percent sure.

Elijah just sighed, used to this 'behaviour'.

Klaus pursed his lips.

Sophie just looked like she wanted to off herself there and then.

Klaus let out a loud laugh, a grin slipped onto his lips in amusement. "You're all out of your minds if you think some summer whirlwind romance, no offense, sweetheart, means a thing to me."

Jordanna feigned offense, gasping she held a hand on heart as she mustered tears in her eyes, Elijah's eyes winded at his brother's harsh words.

"Marcel may be able to keep us from practicing real magic in this town, but as keepers of the balance we still know when nature has cooked up something new," Sophie revealed. "For example, I have a special gift . . . of sensing when a girl is pregnant."

"What?" Klaus gulped.

Did he not read the note right or did he actually think she was joking?

"Nikaus, she is carrying your child," Elijah spoke smoothly.

"No," Klaus shook his head. "It's impossible. Vampires cannot procreate."

"Ho già attraversato questa, testa di cazzo," I already went through this dickhead, Jordanna rolled her eyes.

"But werewolves can," Sophie spoke confidently. "Magic made you a vampire but you were born a werewolf. You're the original hybrid, the first of your kind, and this pregnancy is one of nature's loopholes."

Jordanna's tongue poked the inside of her cheek as she watched Klaus concoct some stupid thoughts in his head. There was no more 'pretend.' The second that the baby was brought up Klaus shut himself off, placing a barrier around himself, around his heart. He was still yet to believe that this baby, was actually his.

"I swear to fuck if you say something stupid I will snap your fucking neck," Jordanna gritted her teeth as he glared at her with anger.

"Jordanna, I swear ━ if you've been with someone else . . ." he warned.

"Well, I haven't you ass," Jordanna spat. "Do you really think I would've written that fucking note if I did? Am I that fucking stupid?"

Probably.

"My sister gave her life to perform the spell she needed to confirm this pregnancy. Because of Jane-Anne's sacrifice the lives of this girl and her baby are now controlled by us."

"Do you want to die?" Jordanna pulled her gaze from Klaus and instead, settled her glare on Sophie. "Do you have a death wish now that your sister is dead, is that it?"

"If you don't help us take down Marcel, so help me, Jordanna won't live long enough to see her first maternity dress."

"Seriously?"

"What the Hell?" Hayley placed a hand on Jordanna's shoulder in comfort.

"Enough of this," Elijah stepped forward. "If you want Marcel dead, he's dead. I'll do it myself."

Sophie shook her head hastily, "no. We can't, not yet. We have a clear plan that we need to follow and there are rules."

"How dare you command me!" Klaus breathed out in anger. "Threaten me! I won't hear anymore lies."

"Niklaus," Elijah demanded, stopping Klaus in his place as he began to exit the crypt. "Listen."

Klaus clenched his jaw as he turned, facing the witch. His eyes fell down onto her abdomen. His anger faded for a mere second as he looked at her stomach in wonder ━ hearing the heartbeat of the child. His eyes flickered up to Jordanna's again before he turned away . . . walking out of the vault.

"Screw this," Hayley grabbed Jordanna's hand. "We're out of here."

As the two girls moved to leave the crypt they were stopped by some witches, Jordanna sucked on her teeth in annoyance.

"No one touches the girls," Elijah ordered sternly. "I'll fix this."

"You tell Klaus to get his sorry ass back here and man up before I cut his fucking dick off!" Jordanna called out to Elijah's retreating figure.

・❥・

"Marcel and his vampires are out of control," Sophie spoke to the other witches whilst Jordanna and Hayley stood to the side. "Something had to be done."

"And the solution is to bring in more vampires?" Agnes sent Sophie a glare.

"These aren't just any vampires, Agnes," Sophie huffed. "They're the originals."

"What makes you think you can control the hybrid?" Agnes spoke.

"She can't," Elijah announced his presence as he leant on a wall opposite them. "I'm not entirely certain that I can, either. But now that your coven has drawn his ire, I have a question ━ what prevents my brother from murdering you instead of co-operating?"

Sophie rose a brow, picking up a sharp stick she showed it to everyone before she jabbed it into her hand. Jordanna hissed in pain as she lifted her hand, finding a drop of blood exactly where Sophie just stabbed herself.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jordanna seethed.

"The spell my sister performed, the one that got her killed? It didn't just confirm the pregnancy. It linked me to Jordanna. So, if anything happens to me, it happens to her," Sophie pointed a finger at a pissed Jordanna. "Which means her life is in my hands. Klaus may not care about his own child, but it's very clear what it already means to you. If I have to hurt Jordanna ━ or worse, to ensure that I have your attention, I will."

Jordanna licked her lips before turning to Sophie, her hand wrapped tightly against her throat, Sophie clawed at the hand as she and Jordanna both began to struggle breathing. The witch leant down to Sophie's ear, her breath fanning the side of her face. "What makes you think I won't just break this little spell of yours, huh?"

"Get off of me!" Sophie choked out, pushing a grinning Jordanna away. "You do magic and you could risk hurting the baby or yourself, your body isn't built for that baby you have cooked up in there ━ your magic is the only thing that's keeping alive you right now. Small spells, that's it, but you even try and break that linking spell then bye-bye Jordanna, bye-bye baby Mikaelson."

Jordanna wiggled a finger in Sophie's face with an amused look in her eye. "You've thought this through, smart. But just so you know, I have never wanted to kill someone as much as you."

"You would dare threaten an original?" Elijah's lips thinly lifted in dangerous amusement.

"I have nothing to lose," Sophie shrugged with a head tilt.

Sophie's eyes flickered across everyone, Hayley glared at her whilst Elijah clenched his jaw and Jordanna . . .

Well, Jordanna sat down, running her finger across her neck with a smile.

・❥・

After a night of absolute crap Elijah returned, bringing Hayley and Jordanna home.

Home... what an odd little word.

Jordanna pulled off the sheets that laced the furniture as Hayley and Elijah did the same.

"So, I'm curious . . . in all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?"

"About having a miracle baby with your dick of a brother?" Jordanna grinned. "Peachy, 'Lijah. I feel fucking great."

Hayley nudged her.

"About being a mother," Elijah clarified with a smile.

"I hate children, Elijah," Jordanna sent him a deadpanned look. "Always have, probably always will, so I don't really know how I feel . . . ask me when the little shit's born."

"You know I will always protect you, Jordanna," Elijah placed a hand on her shoulder. "You have my word on that."

"And the noble Elijah always keeps his word," Klaus announced in a mocking tone. Jordanna turned with a false smile as her eyes fell on the Mikaelson who leant on the doorframe watching the three.

"Oh, great," Jordanna sent him a fake smile. "He's here. It was nice of you to show up, Nik."

"Jordanna, sweetheart, come on, we need to talk." He gestured to the hallway.

"No."

"I wasn't asking," he gritted his teeth, walking into the room before he dragged her back out of it, he then sped them to some place else in the house.

"Was that necessary?" She rolled her eyes as he shut the door behind them, her eyes surveyed the place surrounding them as she avoided his eye ━ he dragged her to a bedroom.

"You wouldn't have come with me otherwise," Klaus taunted, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at his girl.

"True," Jordanna pointed out, taking a seat on the bed as he stood in front of her.

"I just wanted to apologise for insinuating that you may have slept with another man," Klaus scratched the back of his neck nervously as Jordanna raised her eyebrows.

"Apology accepted, I guess," she fell back on the bed. "But I swear to fuck, Klaus, you're on thin fucking ice right now."

Klaus nodded in understanding, taking a seat besides her body on the bed. He almost killed Caroline and then proceeded to accuse her of something she didn't do. He wasn't surprised he was in the dog house.

"If you want this family thing to work you're gonna have to be nicer to me ━ like waiting on me hand and foot-" Klaus laughed at her words, earning a smack upside the head. "Why are you laughing, asshole? I'm being serious, you're gonna have to earn my forgiveness."

"And I shall do that till the day I die," Klaus promised, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead as she rolled her eyes.

"You better fucking do."

{AN} OK so hi the first ones done wtf

it'll get better dw this one was very complicated to write cos the scenes are in both tvd and to and i had to try get it all

also names guys

bby names

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(edited 09/03/22)