It was a nebulous night in the New Orleans cemetery in a mausoleum, as Klaus stood not far from the few witches who had called upon him.
“What do you want?” he inquired.
“I have a gift of sensing when a girl is pregnant,” Sophie informed him. “Bring her out,” she ordered the witches who were in the other area of the mausoleum guarding her.
“I can walk by myself. Get off,” she replied which they did, and when she came out and stood with her back to a rock wall, it was revealed to be Katherine.
“It’s impossible. This is a lie. You are lying. Vampires can’t procreate,” Klaus stated.
“But werewolves can. Magic made you a vampire, but you were born a werewolf. You’re the Original hybrid; the first of your kind. This pregnancy is one of nature’s loopholes.”
“You’ve been with someone else, admit it!” Klaus yelled at Katerina.
“I promise I haven’t been with anyone else,” she calmly replied.
“My sister gave up her life to perform the spell she needed to confirm the pregnancy. Because of Jane-Anne’s sacrifice, the lives of this girl and her baby are now controlled by us. We can keep them safe, or we can kill them. If you don’t help us take down Marcel, so help me, Katherine won’t live long enough to see her first maternity dress,” Sophie threatened him, before saying, “We have a clear plan that we need to follow, and there are rules.”
“How dare you command me, threaten me, with what you wrongfully perceive to be my weakness!” Klaus yelled at Sophie. “I won’t hear any more lies.”
“If you want proof, listen, Klaus,” Katherine asserted calmly, a hand on her stomach.
Klaus used his hybrid hearing to listen and heard a heartbeat within Katherine’s stomach. For a moment, his heart softened, wanting it, but then his anger got the best of him and he turned to Sophie.
“Kill her and the baby. See if I care.”
Katherine and Sophie watched him leave. Then Katherine turned to her.
“Let me talk to him. I can calm him down and try and convince him to help. I promise I won’t run. Just give me a chance.”
“You have until midnight,” Sophie told her longtime friend.
Katherine left to go find the pain in her ass Original hybrid whom she had ran from for 500 years. He could be stubborn headed, though in this situation, she understood his anger. Like her, he didn’t like being manipulated. He also didn’t like being bested by someone he made in his own image; Marcel.
After walking for a while, she saw him in the middle of a desolate road.
“Klaus, I know what you’re feeling and I understand why, but all of this is true. I know this is asking a lot, but just trust me. They’re just manipulating you to get you to cooperate in taking down Marcel. I don’t like it any better than you, but they believe that Marcel isn’t fit to run this city. They want him gone one way or another. I’m their insurance. If you don’t tell them by midnight that you’ll help them, then they’re going to kill me and the baby. I don’t want to die. Please,” she told him.
He turned around to face her.
“I didn’t ask for this when I came back.”
“And how do you think I feel? I came to this city only to get kidnapped by witches, linked to a witch, and find out that I’m carrying your spawn. I didn’t ask for this either, but it’s our fault for having a one-night stand and then showing up here,” she pointed out.
He growled at her for half blaming this on him and calling their child his spawn, but knew she was right.
“Tell Sophie Deveraux that I’ll agree to her terms, but I’m making my own terms. You will stay with me. I will not have the mother of my unborn child in a cemetery with witches,” he told her.
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Katherine walked in on Sophie and Agnes, the last of the elders, talking.
Sophie looked at her friend.
“Did you succeed?”
“I did. He will agree to your terms, but on one condition. I will live with him so that he can protect me and the child,” she answered her.
Later that night, Katherine left the cemetery with the Original hybrid.
Katherine walked into the old plantation house with Klaus. Despite the fact that nobody had lived there for centuries, it still looked rather new which was kind of surprising to her. She knew this place didn’t belong to the Mikaelsons. It had been Marcel’s home when he was a slave child.
Klaus closed the front door behind them both.
“Why don’t you settle down in a room of your choosing, luv. I’m sure you’re exhausted after everything tonight.”
She smiled, glad that he was playing nice.
“Thanks. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He watched her go, before taking care of things. He had to get out his Bourbon and uncover and clean up the parlor furniture. He also had to shop for human food for dear Katerina. He had a lot to do before morning.
When she came downstairs that morning, she saw that everything had been dusted, cleaned, and put in order. She also saw something she never thought she’d ever see in her life, when she entered the kitchen. Klaus had made her breakfast.
“You didn’t have to, you know,” she greeted.
“I know, luv. Let’s just say this is me making up for past transgressions, and to say that I promise I will do everything in my power to keep you and our child safe,” he replied.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, luv. Now I must go meet with Marcel. I’ll be back later.”
He gave a smile, before leaving.
She sat down at the bar counter and began to eat her pancakes.
Later that night, Klaus handed over the body of Jane-Anne he’d gotten from Marcel, to show the witches that he intended to help them take down Marcel one way or another. He was on the witches’ side, because Marcel had bested him and was using the Mikaelson symbol for his name, as well as claiming the compound as his. He wanted what was rightfully the Mikaelson property back. He even did the wrong thing and was punishing every witch that used magic by killing them, as if it was some big show to put on display. Marcel had to learn his lesson and Klaus would see to it that Marcel learned it. Taking what rightfully was Mikaelson property was punishment by death. Klaus couldn’t argue with putting the witches in their place, but he would never kill a witch unless he or his family or someone he cared for was threatened. The constant witch killing had to be stopped once and for all. The problem was that he could never kill the one he saw as a son, though. He saw Marcel as family. Usually he daggered his family for transgressions, but Marcel was no Original, which meant that a dagger would kill him instead of putting him to sleep. No matter what though, he would teach Marcel a lesson that he wouldn’t soon forget.
After returning the body to the witches, he went back to the plantation home.
Katherine was in a chair in the parlor, having a shot glass of Bourbon, when Klaus walked in.
She gave a smile.
“So, how’d it go?”
“Fantastic. I returned Jane-Anne’s body to the witches as a gift and proof of my alliance to take down Marcel,” he answered her, before adding, “You do know you’re pregnant, right luv?”
“Relax. A little Bourbon won’t harm our unborn child. Besides, I need a drink,” she replied.
“Very well then, luv,” he said, and poured himself a shot glass of Bourbon.
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