Fuck.

That’s all you could do. Was curse over and over, not that it would change anything. It was all your fault, your mistake. How could you be so stupid as to have sex with your enemy? One of the many people who hurts your friends, such as Elena and the Salvatore brothers? You were drunk, yes, but you remember how you got drunk. You were upset and went to the bar to drink your sorrows away, but Klaus Mikaelson just had to be there. He charmed you, got under your skin, and manipulated you. At least…that’s what you told yourself. In reality, you two merely talked and got to know eachother. For some reason, you felt relaxed around him for once.

But not anymore. No. He ruined your life. How was this even possible in the first place? How can Klaus get you pregnant? He’s a fucking vampire, doesn’t that mean he is incapable of making babies—

You stop, all things in your mind going to one single solution. Klaus is also part werewolf…a part of him that is still human. God, how was this even possible?! Why you? Why does this have to happen?

Your hands instinctively caress your stomach, that barely showed anything since it was only a week ago since you had sex with Klaus. But…you just know that if a vampire was there, they’d hear the second heartbeat thumping inside you. Or something like that. You aren’t too sure how babies are formed inside women.

You haven’t told your friends about your intimate night with Klaus Mikaelson. If you did, they would for sure feel betrayed or…something like that. You didn’t mean to do it. You can’t lose the only friends you have in your life.

So, since that night, you stayed in your apartment, refusing to see your friends. Some have stopped by to check on you, or often called and messaged, but you always tell them you’re just unwell or busy. You don’t think those excuses will last that much longer.

Unfortunately, a knock is heard on your door, and you gasp in surprise. You look away from the pregnancy test, glancing towards the way of where your front door is.