The Noble Stag and The She Wolf

Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals, The CW and Julie Plec do. I only own my OC Eliza Marshall. This is written solely by a fan of The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. Special thanks goes out to daystorm for helping me write this story. She's awesome. Be sure to check out her two Originals Fanfics A Red Sun Rises and Edge of Tomorrow.

Summary: Eliza and Hayley Marshall are in search for their family and travel to New Orleans for answers. Meanwhile after a one night stand with Klaus Mikaelson her entire world is turn upside down. Now she is living in New Orleans with her sister Hayley and under the protection of The Mikaelson protecting the one thing she never thought she would have, a child. Can Eliza and Hayley survive life in New Orleans while avoiding detection from Marcel and his vampires and keep her baby safe?

Careful what you wish for.

All my life people had been telling me that same thing. Careful, Eliza. It's easy to want things, to wish for things . . . but unless you know exactly what it is you're asking for, you might end up with far more than you bargained for. Turns out people were right. I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into, and that once this started there was no going back. No wishing it away.

Hayley and I had gone to Mystic Falls only to check on an old friend. My sister needing to make sure Tyler was alive, that he'd survived the consequences of breaking his sire bond to the Original Hybrid. Klaus Mikaelson was not known for being particularly forgiving and Tyler was his first. The first successful hybrid, the first to break free from that control and the one actively working to help release all the other's from Klaus' mastery over them.

I fervently hoped he was still alive. Tyler, on top of being a friend, promised to help us find the information we needed. Information that might one day take us home. The identities of our biological parents. People who gave up both me and my sister. There had to be a reason. We were not good enough to keep around or did they not love us enough.

I couldn't pretend it was only just one careless decision that led to what came next. But if I hadn't gone with Hayley to this little nowhere town, I might never have met Klaus. I certainly wouldn't have gotten drunk on whisky so fine it was like drinking silk-on-fire and then proceed to sleep with the Original hybrid.

So many choices. I could have let my sister take this trip by herself. Could have declined that first taste of whiskey. Would never have gone to bed with Klaus if I had. But see, those decisions are what have brought me to this place. Pregnant with a hybrid baby. Used as collateral by the witches of New Orleans, to manipulate Klaus into overthrowing the vampire Marcel. To stop one out of control vampire, they'd planned to unleash another.

What none of them seemed to get was that Klaus could not be controlled. He would sacrifice all of us, even my baby, to escape whatever binds these witches thought they might place on him. The witch Sophie hexed us – me and herself – so that any damage done to her would be reflected onto my body. Any cut or bruise she suffered would etch itself into my own skin. And should she be killed . . . I would die. Clever of the witches, to protect themselves against retaliation this way.

They hadn't counted on Klaus' total disinterest. He could not have cared less what happened to me or the baby. Didn't even really believe their story, that the child was his. Or my assurance that I hadn't been with anyone else. Sophie's plan to use him would have ended right there, with our deaths.

But one thing none of us counted on; that they could not possibly have foreseen. His brother, Elijah. Elijah cared. Where no one else gave a damn what happened to me and the baby . . . Someone who shouldn't even care about me or even knows me is determined to protect myself, my baby and my sister Hayley. I will forever be eternity grateful to him for this. This is my story.