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I quickly started to wake up out of my deep slumber when I heard a loud noise coming from the hallway. My body instantly shot up, causing my muscles to stiffen. I threw the warm covers off of me and started to climb out of bed. What the hell? What is that noise? I ran my hands through my hair and started walking towards the bedroom door.

My head started to feel foggy as I started walking. I hesitantly reached for the door knob, pondering whether or not to open it. Who knows what's out there. Klaus? Maybe he's finally getting a good beating from his siblings, I smiled evilly to myself. I firmly placed my hand on the door knob and pulled the door open.

Nothing. There was nothing out in the hallway, it was completely empty. What is going on? I took a slow, hesitant step, leaving the safety of my bedroom. This place had started to feel like home to me, which was nice. Even if I had been forced to stay here, put on house arrest, it still felt like my home, which was nice.

I slowly started walking towards the stairs, not paying any attention to the empty hallway. I was starting to feel a bit annoyed, either from lack of caffeine or being woken up. Being woken up in the morning, especially after a bad night was never fun.

I walked down the stairs, hoping to find out where all the noise was coming from. I paused when I reached the bottom of the stairs, focusing on all of the noises around me. My ears immediately picked up on someone shouting from the other room. I curiously took a few steps closer towards the living room, listening carefully.

"Look what you've done, you clutz!" Rebekah shouted loudly. "Now you've made a mess when all I wanted to do was clean this place up!"

I smiled to myself as I listened to Rebekah. She never failed to amuse me, she had something to say about everything, always. My feet quietly sunk into the soft carpet beneath me. I was thankful for all of the carpet in the house, it was defiantly coming in handy for my sneaking around.

"Well I'm sorry if I upset you." Elijah spoke with a calm tone. "I was not trying to be a clutz."

I couldn't help but burst into laughter as Elijah said the word clutz. I wasn't sure why it was so funny, but it just was. My uncontrollable laughter didn't stop. I tried to pull myself together, deciding it would be best if I went and found Elijah and Rebekah. Clutz. Why is that word so funny? Stupid pregnancy hormones, I silently cursed to myself.

My eyes unconsciously wandered down towards my ragged appearance. I looked like I had just rolled out of bed, oh wait, I did. Ugh. Should I change? No, maybe, I don't know. My distracting thoughts got the best of me. For some reason my feet didn't want to move, causing me to trip and fall over the coffee table.

"Ouch!" I shouted as I fell to the floor.

Before I knew it, Rebekah and Elijah were both at my side with worried looks on their faces. Ugh. Why did they always have to be there for my most embarrassing moments? My cheeks started to heat up as I looked down at the floor.

"Hayley." Elijah leaned down, slowly placing his hand on my arm. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"I um- well my feet," I paused for a moment, feeling more embarrassed than ever. "My feet decided they didn't want to work... and I- I fell."

Elijah slowly started to stand up, removing his hand from my arm. I hadn't even realized he had been touching me until now. He reached his hands out in front of me. I quickly, a little too quickly, grabbed his warm hands and let him pull me to my feet. His hands were so soft, I never wanted to let go.

"It happens to all of us." Elijah spoke softly. "I do hope your feet will start to work, otherwise you might have a serious problem on your hands."

I gratefully smiled at him for his kind gesture and dry humor. His humor was always lame but it still made me smile. I looked down at our joined hands, letting out a small gasp. It was moments like these that drove me crazy. I watched as he immediately let go of my hands and took a step back from me.

"I'm going to go make Hayley something to eat for breakfast." He quietly spoke, nodding his head in Rebekah's direction. "Maybe some food will help her stay balanced."

I watched as he awkwardly left the room, leaving me alone with Rebekah. I had totally forgotten that she was even here until Elijah had nodded his head at her. I suddenly started to feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. I slowly turned in her direction and opened my mouth to speak, but I was interrupted by her sudden words.

"What is going on with you, Hayley?" She spat accusingly.

"What are you talking about?" I replied.

"I heard you last night. You know, you aren't very quiet."

"I had a bad night last night."

"Bad night? What are you talking about?"

" Elijah. He was... um... biting me." I replied with a blank tone.

"Biting you! What are you talking about!" Her expression immediately changed as she shouted. "My brother would never bite you, he cares too deeply for you!"

My mind started to wander off into the deep unknown as I absorbed every word that Rebekah had just said to me. Cares too deeply for me? He cares about me? Of course he cares about me, why wouldn't he? I'm part of the family now. I tried to tell myself that was the only reason why, but deep down, I knew it wasn't. The way he looks at me is not like someone who looks at family. I snapped out of thoughts and looked up at Rebekah. She looked very confused, which was completely my fault. I had accidentally left out the part about it just being a dream.

"Rebekah, stop yelling before Elijah comes running in here!" I replied with a calm tone and placed my finger over my lips in a shushing motion.

"Well how can I be quiet when you say my brother has bit you!" She crossed her arms and let out a loud sigh.

"If you had let me finish speaking, you would know that it was only just a dream." I let out a sigh of relief when I saw her expression slightly change.

"Well, you should think before you speak! You said my brother bit you." She quickly spoke. "He would never..."

"I know, I know." I calmly replied. "It was just a bad dream I had last night. Elijah is concerned that the dreams mean something."

She had a look on her face that I couldn't quite make sense of. Her expressions changed so quickly, I could hardly keep track of what she was thinking or feeling.

"Why is he concerned?" She cautiously asked. "A dream is a dream, you know."

"Well how about you try and tell him that." I crossed my arms over my chest. "He doesn't think so, but he said he wouldn't worry unless I have another dream."

"Hayley, if you haven't figured it out by now," She paused for a moment. "My brother makes the littlest things into big deals."

I slowly nodded, taking every word she said into consideration. She was right, he did make things into big deals, but I guess I can't complain. If I told Klaus I was having dreams like this, he would probably just shrug it off like it was nothing.

"He's one of the good ones, you know." She spoke softly. "He always has been."

There was a moment of silence that I didn't mind. I took a moment to myself to process what she had just said to me. I know Elijah is good. Why is she telling me something I already know? I shrugged off her confusing words, still not sure what to make of them.

"Now." She interrupted my thoughts. "You should go into the kitchen and see if breakfast is ready."

I nodded my head in agreement and started walking towards the kitchen.

My stomach started to growl as I made my way towards the kitchen. The closer I got, the more I could smell the delicious odors coming from the kitchen. I could hardly imagine what delicious things he was cooking for me.

"Hey." I felt a small smile tug at my lips as I neared his busy figure. "What'cha making?"

"Something I think you will enjoy." He spoke with a soft tone.

"Oh come on." I took a step closer towards him. "What are you making? I'm starving."

He turned around from his position at the stove and looked at me. For a moment, I thought he wasn't going to answer me, but I was wrong.

"I hardly doubt you're starving, Hayley." He smiled and turned back around towards the stove. "Do you like surprises?"

"It depends on the surprise." I let out a quiet giggle. "I usually don't like surprises, though."

"That's too bad." He replied jokingly. "You're in for a surprise this morning with this meal I'm cooking for you."

I let out a long, loud sigh, trying to sound as annoying as possible. I could only hope if I acted like I was starving and tired, he would tell me what he was making. My legs quickly lead me towards a long chair near the countertop where Elijah was cooking.

"I hope, whatever this surprise breakfast is," I paused for a moment, feeling my lips tug up into another smile. "I hope it's worth it."

He let out a quiet laugh at my comment. My eyes wandered towards where he was standing near the stove, stirring something in a pan in front of him. I could see his large muscles through his shirt. Oh. My. God. He looks so good right now. I felt my cheeks start to heat up, feeling embarrassed by my immature thoughts. But I couldn't deny that he looked really, really good when he cooked.

Elijah slowly started to turn around in my direction with a huge cheeky smile on his face. My eyes wandered towards what he was holding in his hand. Bacon. My stomach started to growl loudly when I realized what he was cooking.

"Bacon!" I clasped my hands together and smiled brightly. "I love bacon, and so does the baby."

I placed my hands over my bump and started rubbing it softly. There were perks to being pregnant, and having crazy cravings were one of them. The cravings were annoying, but sometimes enjoyable. I would suddenly get a craving for foods I had never tried or had in my life, but that didn't matter, I would still want them. I smiled at Elijah as he handed me a piece of bacon to try.

"Mmm.. hmm... this is so good." I swallowed and took a small sip of water. "Breakfast is my favorite meal."

"That's good, you know." He smiled softly. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

I opened my mouth, about to reply, but stopped when I heard a loud noise coming from the living room. I curiously watched as Elijah's expression immediately changed. He must have heard the loud noise too.

"What was that?" I replied as I heard another loud noise coming from the front door. "Or what is-"

I let out a small, uncontrollable gasp as I watched Klaus come storming in the kitchen. I watched him, in awe with how angry he really looked. I had never seen him like this before. Someone must have really pissed him off, I silently thought to myself.

"Brother." Elijah quickly turned around, facing Klaus. "What is going on?"

Klaus didn't stop walking, completely ignoring everything that Elijah had just said to him. Maybe he didn't hear him? I started to feel my heart racing in my chest at an uncontrollable speed as I realized Klaus was coming near me.

"K-klaus." I stuttered his name, barely able to speak. "What are you doing?"

I nearly fell out of my seat as he suddenly raced towards me at vampire speed. His cool hand immediately found my arm, grasping it tightly in his hand. I tried to pull away from his grasp, but failed.

"What are you doing!" I shouted as he pulled me off of the chair I had been sitting on moments before. "Let go if me, Klaus!"

Elijah quickly, but calmly stood up and walked towards where Klaus was standing. Why was he grabbing me like I was some doll he could just throw around? My heart was still pounding in my chest as I realized Klaus wasn't going to let go of me.

"Niklaus." Elijah spoke with a calm tone as he neared us. "Let go of, Hayley."

"Is that a threat, brother?" Klaus spat loudly. "Hayley is mine and I will do with her as I please. You are coming with me, little wolf."

For a second, I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest. I felt a chill run down my spine as he spoke. I'm his? I'm going with him? I don't want to go with him, I won't go with him. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as I felt Klaus's grip tighten around my arm.

I let out a silent cry as he tugged me towards the front door. Oh God no. This can't be happening. Elijah will do something. Right? I quickly turned my head around in Elijah's direction, watching him with scared eyes.

"Elijah! Don't let him take me!" I shouted, trying to pry myself from Klaus's grip. "Please!"

Elijah started walking towards me but stopped suddenly. I watched as his hand grasped the fabric of the shirt that was over his chest, holding on for dear life. He fell to the ground and let out a loud cry, unable to grab his attention, I felt hopeless.

I watched as he fell to the ground, grasping his chest tightly. My eyes wandered to where his hand was placed over something that I could only assume was a dagger.

Drama, drama, and more drama! Everything will start to make sense... soon! I hope you are all enjoying the story so far... I'm having SO much fun writing it! :) x x