Taming The Hybrid (TVD. Klaus Mikaelson)

The Baby's Blood

"Let's do it," Dwayne answered, he walked towards me just as I caught the glimpse of something in Tyler's hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked, panicked. Dwayne held me back by my free hand. I had just been thankful both hands weren't together anymore since one kept me rooted to this spot. But now I was still at a disadvantage with him holding me back.

I looked at my younger brother to see him holding a needle. "Tyler, please, no. Tyler!" I shouted as he stalked over to me.

"Klaus destroyed everything good in my life. So I'm gonna take away the thing he wants most," Tyler growled.

"No, please, Tyler, please," I begged. And then I was stabbed in the stomach. "Aah! Ow!" I cried. I looked down, fighting back tears as he held it there, taking out my blood. Seconds went by and then he pulled it out and stood up. Dwayne walked over to him while I was hyperventilating at this point.

Tyler then shoved the needle into his neck before snapping it, killing him. I gasped and hugged my knees to my chest, sobbing softly. I want to go home, right now. I wanted to be in bed with Klaus, in his arms, talking baby names.

"Don't get all judgey. Dwayne knew what he was getting into. He volunteered," Tyler said, dragging Dwayne to a corner of the room by the door.

"For you to kill him?" I choked out.

"Dwayne is a werewolf who died with your blood in his system, same blood you share with your hybrid baby."

"You're trying to turn him," I figured out, gaping at him in disbelief. Tyler has lost his mind. Like seriously. "That's impossible."

"Been running with wolf packs all over the country. One of them was tight with a witch. She had nightmare visions about your baby and how Klaus could use it's blood to make an army of hybrid slaves," Tyler explained, putting things back into his duffel bag.

"I am sick of these witches and their premonitions about my baby," I said through clenched teeth. I was beyond aggravated. Couldn't people just leave me alone?! "It's just a baby."

"Maybe. Maybe not," Tyler said and I frowned, shaking my head. I didn't want to cry but I could feel the tears coming on. I just wanted to go home. "That's where Dwayne comes in. You see, he was happy to be the test case. Him and the rest of the exiled werewolves of New Orleans would love to become the superior species. Trouble is, all hybrids are sired to Klaus. They follow his every move. No way I'd let that happen."

He then took a knife out of the bag. No. Fuck no! He sat the knife down on a chair and I gulped, looking away from it. "How can you be so sure Klaus knows what the baby's blood will do?" I questioned.

"What do you think? Klaus Mikaelson, killer of men, women, and puppies, all of a sudden wants to be a daddy, and in a relationship with my sister or he's got an ulterior motive," he said and I gaped at him. "Hybrids can walk in the sun. Their bite is lethal to vampires. They'll take over New Orleans by the end of the week, and you know what's gonna stop Klaus then? Nothing."

I shook my head at him. No. I trusted Klaus. He didn't know, how could he? Klaus cared about me, I knew that for sure. He shows it every day. Klaus wasn't sticking around for the baby because it could make hybrids supposedly. He chose to be by my side no matter what, and I happened to get pregnant with his baby. That's all.

My eyes darted over to the guy sitting up, since he was a panting mess. Dwayne was awake, how fortunate. "You're gonna have to feed on her," Tyler stated.

"What? No!" I protested. Tyler made quick moves and grabbed a knife, cutting me on the neck. "Aah!" I shouted, crying in pain.

"Do it," Tyler ordered, stepping back. Dwayne crawled over and I whimpered in fear. No! Please, God, no. And then he bit me. "Aah! No! Get off," I pleaded, shoving at his chest.