Isabella Benson

Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN || Lukah Mikaelson

3 Months; Eight days Later

Months had gone by and it seemed like the thing growing inside me was taking over more and more everyday. My due date was close; I had read online that many expecting mother's experienced pain and lack of movement in their legs. I had been bed ridden for almost a week now and I couldn't stand the fact that I couldn't do anything; see anyone.

A groan left my mouth heavily as I sat up before using every muscle of strength I had to push myself away from the bed to stand firmly on the souls of my feet. I walked to the bathroom to start the running water for a bath as my skin just didn't feel the way it should and steaming water was something I needed to cleanse myself.

"Need help?" A familiar voice spoke sternly, their voice bouncing off the tile walls of the bathroom before I felt their presence nearing closer and closer.

My lips pressed a smile in reply, Elijah reaching for the bottom trim of my gown to pull over my head as he helped to undress me.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

I placed my hand on his palm for balance support, stepping inside the the scolding water as he helped me to rest my body inside.

"Could be better." I sighed.

"I'm sorry." He smiled, sitting down on the edge of the tub. "I'll be leaving soon, I have to make an alliance with the witch coven." He rolled his eyes.

I gestured the same expression. The witch coven would be the hardest coven to negotiate since they hated every living vampire and Elijah was an original vampire which made it even harder.

"Will you be back by supper?"

"Of course." He smiled kissing my forehead gently, then my belly that was sticking out of the water by just an inch and a half.

"I love you Lukah." He softly said before taking his leave.

Once the gate had closed from the downstairs foyer, I smiled softly as I felt the baby moving around. He must like the warmth-. My smile instantly dropped as so my eyebrows did too. I arched my back with sudden pain of a knife or a resemblance of a knife. I closed my eyes to concentrate on my breathing but then I realized that I was somewhere else-.

Isabella was running through the woods, her feet imprinting with every step into the thick mud beneath her. She was being chased by men that she thought she could of trusted but it seemed their alliance had been broken. Her legs were becoming weak and her stomach was becoming heavy. She couldn't find the strength to use her powers and her pleads to the ancestors weren't being heard.

"Please-!" She begged, "Please stop!"

Her voice ached and when she caught her breath, she was able to identify that the eight men chasing her were no longer. She stopped running, turning around cautiously to see them all standing but not moving.

"This is a grave mistake you're making-," Isabella huffed.

All the men levitated up to the tree branches and then fell back to the ground, with their hearts torn out of their chests. She closed her eyes looking away.

"Hello?" She called out. There was know one here. If- if she didn't kill them, then who did?
-

I opened my eyes getting out quickly. I wrapped a towel around myself before running downstairs. "Elijah!" I shouted.

"What happened, Isabella?" Niklaus cautiously asked, a narrow of his eyes as they traveled down to my stomach before resting back on my eyes.

"Where's Elijah?" I asked with a panic.