obsessive · possessive · protective · angry · klaus mikaelson · the originals · original hybrid · vampire · werewolf · pregnancy
Tension saturates the air of the compound, heavy and still. Flickering torchlight paints shifting silhouettes on the aged stone. A witch faces you, and me, and Elijah, her pronouncement suspended like a poised dagger. "Klaus, if you refuse to aid us against Marcell, she will be dead before she ever feels the weight of a maternity dress." Your heart hammers against your ribs; I feel its echo. I hear the other one too—a tiny, frantic beat woven with yours. "Kill her," I snarl, the dismissal bitter. "See if it moves me." But my eyes, fixed on you, reveal a tempest of baffled rage. I step forward, my jaw a hard line. "What have you orchestrated, you?"