"So I was right, he's in a church attic," I commented, peering over Rebekah's shoulder. She had been looking up different churches around the quarter. "Can I suggest a church?"
"Maybe later," Rebekah told me, not taking her eyes off the screen. "You were right last time, and I don't know how, but I want to try and find him myself."
I hummed, holding out the bag in my hand, offering some to her. "Blueberry?"
Rebekah turned to stare at me for a moment, and maybe it was a moment too long but my god she's pretty, then nodded, taking a handful from the bag.
"You're an odd one, you know that?" Rebekah commented.
I smiled in return. "Life is cruel, Rebekah, I've got to make light of it somehow."
"Very optimistic." She said dryly, turning to face me.
"Someone very close to me told me that it's a cruel world, and if I want to survive, I'd have to suck it up and deal with it like a big girl." My sister had gone through a rough patch when I was a young teen, although she wasn't much older than me, it always stuck with me. I tilted my head. "I was also thirteen when she told me, so I'm not quite sure what she was implying, but the advice worked nonetheless."
"Wise words." It was quiet for a moment before she raised an eyebrow, saying, "You dealing with it is making a deal with Katerina Petrova and sleeping with my brother?"
I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. Having Hayley's memories was both a nightmare and a dream. Damn hormones. "I was also drinking when I slept with your brother!"
"Ah, but do you regret it?" Rebekah asked me seriously.
"Never." I shook my head immediately. I always wanted a kid in the future, but not until my father had stopped pressuring me about it. I wanted it to be when I was ready, and well, I'm not exactly ready for a kid now, but I'll do whatever I have to do for my child to be happy. "I love kids, and maybe this child could soothe Klaus. But, I won't pressure him about anything, he has enough going on."
"I never thought sleeping with a vampire, an original, would get me pregnant. Figured I was fine, considering they can't have kids. I go to this supernatural infested town, piss off the Original Hybrid then end up sleeping with him." My nose scrunched up. Memories kept flashing in the forefront of my mind, all thoughts about Klaus. "I also pissed off the blonde he has a crush on."
Despite the semi-serious situation we had been in moments ago, Rebekah let out a loud laugh. We sat for a few moments, merely enjoying each other's company. It wasn't tense, there was any lingering anger. It was nice.
I grabbed my blueberries I had set on the table during our talk. "I'm going to have a nap, maybe a bath. Maybe both." I shrugged. "I'm in one of those moods, you know?"
"I've had many," Rebekah nodded, turning back to her computer. "I'm going back to looking at churches."
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle as I turned to leave the room. When I was down the hall, I couldn't help but call out, "Bet twenty dollars he's at St. Anne's Church!"
"Bet!" Rebekah called back.
I grinned, taking another handful of blueberries. Maybe this wasn't so bad.
I lied. It was bad. So so bad.
Hating a fictional character and hating that fictional character who is living and breathing in front of you are very different things.
Agnes was someone I wanted to kill when I watched The Originals, and now with werewolf emotions and protectiveness, the urge had never been stronger.
Nobody in the house liked Agnes, or any of the witches, really. Agnes decided I needed a doctors appointment, I refused but this time, I'm hoping to have Rebekah on my side.
I want a strong relationship with Rebekah. Not romantic. Don't get me wrong, she's gorgeous, but she's not the Original I have eyes for. And I don't want to replace Ashely, ever, but I've always had my sister by my side. I need a sister. Maybe not my sister, but someone who would fill a similar role.
Rebekah had already started to take care of me without me mentioning anything. If I run out of food, she'll go refill it. If I write something new down on my grocery list, which, yes, Klaus made me make one, she'll go get it.
I just want to hold her and protect her from the world.
Of course, she's an Original vampire and immortal, she had spent a thousand years with her brothers, she needed girl time and I intended to be her best friend.
And we bonded over our hatred for the witches of the French Quarter coven. She called them 'annoying bratty bitches' and I don't think I've ever agreed to a statement more.
I sat on the couch, flipping through a book I had already read twice. I let out a low growl, shocking myself, as Agnes mentioned me going to a doctor again.
"I feel great, Agnes, go home." My eyes didn't leave the page as I heard Rebekah stifle a laugh.
"You are overdue for a checkup." Agnes persisted.
"Rebekah made me an appointment for a normal doctor," I told her. "What do you expect me to do? Pop into the Quarter for a quick ultrasound? A pregnant werewolf escorted by a witch? Not happening."
Agnes was silent for a moment before she turned to face Rebekah. "Did you really make her an appointment with a human?"
"Of course, who do you think I am?" Rebekah scoffed. "I want the best for my niece, and I think a qualified human who actually knows what they're doing is the best."
Never have I ever been so thankful for Rebekah Mikaelson. A godsend, really.
Oh no, Agnes looks like she's scheming. Although, she normally looks like she's scheming.
"While That is a good option, I know a doctor out in the Bayou, off the beaten path." No, no, no, no! This isn't supposed to happen! Agnes just should've gone with it. Ugh, who am I kidding? "Now, I took the liberty of making an appointment for you. Tonight, after-hours, just us. Vampires will never get word of it."
I froze for a moment then turned to Rebekah. "I don't trust her," I whispered low enough that Agnes wouldn't hear. "I don't want to go."
"I don't trust her either," Rebekah whispered back, getting out of her seat so she could come over. "And I also don't want you to go, but maybe this doctor will be better for now. No vampires."
She was in front of me now, clearly amused by Agnes' confused face. She paused for a moment. "I'll still take you to the human doctor. Go with the witch, text me when you get to the doctor and I'll meet you there. I have to talk with Nik first."
I nodded, a genuine smile forming on my face. This isn't what I wanted to happen, not at all, but maybe Rebekah could help.
"Okay, fine. Bayou-baby-doctor it is." I said to Agnes, standing up.
As she stood to take me out of the room, I turned my head to Rebekah and mouthed a 'thank you'.
She responded with a thumbs up and an 'anytime'.
"This is the doctor's office?" My god, this is sketchy.
Agnes smiled. "Dr. Paige is only this far out because Marcel's men kept terrorizing her patients. Go! She won't bite!"
I got out of the car, pulling out my phone as I walked toward the clinic, hearing Agnes on the phone. Did she forget I'm a werewolf? I sent a message to Rebekah as I walked in.
'At the clinic. Agnes is sending someone after me.'
Later, Dr. Paige stood above me, giving me an ultrasound, and we can hear the heartbeat. The doctor smiled at me. "Your baby's heart rate is perfect."
Despite the situation, I smiled. "I knew it."
Dr. Paige chuckled and handed me a tissue to wipe the ultrasound gel off of her abdomen, which I did, it was worse than I anticipated. I had been to Ashley's appointments and listened as she complained about how cold the process was, she wasn't wrong.
"That's a unique birthmark." Dr. Paige remarked.
"Thanks, I got it from my family," I said sarcastically, putting my sweater back on. "We're done here, right?"
I looked down at my phone as it buzzed, a simple text that said, 'send me your location.' I sent it to her easily, placing my phone in my waistband afterwards.
"Your blood pressure is a bit high, I've got something for it." A grabbed my bag as soon as the doctor left the room, my spine straightened as I heard a wolf howl. I could see headlights approaching from the window. I didn't have that long.
Where's Rebekah when you need her?
I could feel my heartbeat speed up as Dr. Paige walked back in.
"You know, Doc, I'm not too good with pills," I said.
"Heh, neither am I, truth be told." Dr. Paige sets the medicine cup on the table and starts preparing something.
Glancing over, I could see a group of intimidating-looking men walk into the clinic and whisper something to Agnes.
My arm shot out in time to catch Dr. Paige's arm as she lunged at me. I pushed it away from me, stabbing the heel of my shoe into her foot. She let out a cry but was quickly silenced as I stabbed the syringe into the doctor's neck, causing her to pass out onto the floor.
The men in the lobby ran toward the door, but I managed to shut and lock it before they could enter. One of the men rattled the doorknob as I opened the window, getting out as fast as I could.
After a few minutes, the men who raided the clinic are still looking for me in the woods behind the clinic. They passed me a few times, not seeing that I was hiding behind a tree. I ran up to them and kicked the first man in the stomach before knocking him to the ground. I jumped and kicked the second man down as well as I snapped his neck. A third man tried to attack me, but I grabbed the knife from his hands and cut his neck with it as I spun in the air.
When a fourth lunged toward me, I grabbed his shotgun and knocked him to the ground, and possibly killed him as I kicked him and beat him in the head with the butt of the gun.
My eyes flashed gold as I looked around for the other one. A large man tried to attack me, but before I could react, his neck was snapped from behind by Rebekah.
Oh my god. I just killed a bunch of people.
There was a part of me that was thankful my father put us in self-defence.
"Have to say, I'm impressed," Rebekah said.
"You're late." I deadpanned.
"Apologies. I found my brother and he wanted to talk." Rebekah told me.
"Who are they?"
"Witches. Warlocks. Whatever." We could see more men with flashlights in the distance heading toward us.
"They're more of them. Run!"
I didn't make it very far before I heard Rebekah fall to the ground. I kept running until I was hit in the shoulder with an arrow. I cried out at the sharp pain, my eyes fluttering closed.
I woke up to a wolf nudging me. I sat up, immediately regretting it as the dizziness hit me. A held up a hand when the wolf whined. "I'm fine."
I stood up slowly, noticing the other wolves surrounding us. "Well, I'm going to go find my... friends."
I could hear Klaus and Rebekah talking as I stumbled towards the clinic. I winced from the pain and sounds of the wolves howling. It was loud, too loud.
"Hayley! What happened? Tell me what happened." Klaus said as he rushed towards me.
"I don't... I can't remember." I frowned, looking up at him.
I stayed still as Klaus examined me for any wounds. "You've completely healed. There's not a scratch on you."
I leaned into him, fighting to keep my eyes open. Should I be this tired? "Werewolf."
"No, werewolves don't heal that fast."
"It's the baby," Rebekah said after a few moments. "The vampire blood- Klaus' vampire blood- in your system. It can heal any wound." Klaus turned and stared at her incredulously. "Your own child healed you."
Rebekah shifted her focus back to me.
"How did you escape? You were outnumbered, unarmed? Those men were ripped to shreds!"
"I think it was the wolf. It's trying to protect me." I said quietly.
"The witches were supposed to protect you! When I get my hands on Sophie Deveraux-" Klaus started angrily.
"As much as I would love for you to kill her, It wasn't Sophie. It was Agnes." I cut him off.
"Fine! Agnes, Sophie, it's all the same to me! I'll slaughter the lot of them!" He said.
"Not if Elijah gets there first," Rebekah told him.
"Did you find him?" I asked her,
"He's been in touch, and he has a plan. All he asks is that we take care of you." She said before she grimaced. "And I owe you twenty dollars."
"That's why you should trust me." I smiled before looking at Klaus. "Hey, so... can we go home now? I'd really like to sleep for a few days..."
When I went to walk, my knees buckled and I stumbled, but Klaus zoomed over to catch me and scooped me up to carry me. "Oh, I've got you, love. I've got you."
I gladly leaned into him, burying my face in his neck. He smelled like home.