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Elijah carried his little girl over to the table, sitting down with her in his lap. [Your name] leaned back into his chest, looking up at him in the process. She sniffled softly, a small hand reaching out to grab onto his. He welcomed the gesture, gently holding her hand in return.

“Alright, [Your name],” he softly spoke, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “What do you have to tell us?”

[Your name] swallowed thickly before she looked at the table. “My dreams,” she began, taking in a deep breath. “They are bad,” she said.

Elijah nodded, hoping she would continue.

“I… I keep having a dream… where Kol,” she stopped herself, tears quickly beginning to form in her eyes. “Kol dies at the end.”

The silence was thick in the dining room. Not one of them had ever talked to [Your name] about death. Perhaps it was something she had picked up on before Elijah adopted her, or it was something she heard about on the programs she watched. But the surprise was evident across the table.

“What do you mean?” Elijah asked, his free hand gently rubbing the child’s back, encouraging her to continue.

“There’s a fire,” [Your name] said. “And a black-haired girl.”

Kol pursed his lips, leaning back in his seat.

“Kol is angry,” she said. “I don’t know what he’s angry about, but in my dream, he’s so… so upset, daddy,” [Your name] said, looking up at him in disbelief.

Klaus exchanged a brief look with Elijah. He cleared his throat and leaned against his hand for a moment. They all knew what this was—she was having visions. Of what, was the question. Was this something that would most definitely happen? Was this something she was terrified of, and it rooted itself deep within her mind? Could this be a warning, some type of omen, that presented itself in the version of a vision?

“My love,” Elijah said, turning the little girl to face him in his lap. “That will never happen,” he said. “I promise you everything within me. Kol is safe. So are you.”

While they couldn’t be sure whether or not Elijah was being truthful with the child, each of them knew that they needed to keep an eye out for Kol in general. If her vision turned out to be true, that would mean it was only a matter of time before Kol died.

“Have you ever had any other dreams like that?” he asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

[Your name] quickly nodded.

“What were they? Do you remember them?”

[Your name] thought for a moment, trying to recall what her old dreams had been about. And then, one hit her.

She grew silent and still, her body becoming rigid in Elijah’s grasp.

A panicked feeling flooded through Elijah’s veins. He placed a hand against her little cheek, frowning deeply. She was having a vision at that very moment.

Rebekah placed a hand over her mouth, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. This child was suffering, not at the hands of vampires, but at the hands of fate. Fate had frowned upon [Your name] and chose her to be the deliverer of disastrous news, regardless of the fact that she was barely five years old.

[Your name]’s eyes soon refocused on her father, but this time, she wasn’t crying.

“A black-haired girl,” she began, looking over at Klaus with wide eyes. “She has something.”

“What?” Klaus furrowed his eyebrows. “What does she have?”

“A…” she tried to think of the word she was looking for. Her little eyebrows furrowed as well, in frustration. “A heal?”

“What?” Klaus repeated. Had he the ability, the color would have drained from his face. “A cure?”

[Your name] gasped and she looked up at Klaus with a big smile. “Yes!”

“Dear God,” Klaus groaned and allowed his body to slump back in his chair.

Rebekah sat there with wide eyes as she stared at the little girl.

Kol was quiet, still mulling over the fact that her vision told him he was going to die.

Perhaps her dreams were subjective. In the manner that it could change depending on the actions of those around her.

“What was this girl wearing?” Rebekah asked. She was sure Elena didn’t have the cure—the new vampire was deadset on destroying it if she found it. The only other person who could possibly have it would have been Katherine, and she truly didn’t want to have to deal with that.

“Black,” [Your name] simply said.

That was all Rebekah needed to hear. She looked over at Klaus, frowning. Klaus wanted to destroy it as well—his main concern, however, wasn’t becoming human. Rebekah wanted that more than anything; she wanted a child of her own. She wanted to connect with someone in a human manner; she wanted to grow old with the love of her life. But of course, Klaus wanted to destroy it. He believed that someone named Silas was going to be the end of vampire kind as they knew it. But if Rebekah took it… he wouldn’t have to be concerned.

Klaus glared over at his sister. “Don’t you even think about it,” he said.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, returning her gaze to the child in Elijah’s lap.

[Your name] had made herself comfortable in his arms, but as far as Elijah could tell, she was done.

“I’m gonna go play,” [Your name] said, wiggling down from his lap.

Elijah allowed her to leave, waiting until she was out of the room to acknowledge his siblings.

“She has precognition,” Klaus said, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. “This doesn’t mean she has the ability to tell the future. It’s… always changing. The future can always be altered.”

“Yes, but how would she know about Katherine? We’ve been searching for the cure for months, and all of a sudden, a child knows where it is before we do?” Rebekah interjected.

Kol cleared his throat, glaring at his siblings. “Um, hello? I’m supposed to die soon.”

“Again, the future is unclear,” Klaus rolled his eyes. “The future—”

“—is unpredictable, got it,” Kol huffed softly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Elijah stood up, walking over to the side table that held a tray of glasses and well-aged whiskey. He picked up a glass and poured it halfway, downing it soon after. He closed his eyes, knowing that he would need to find someone to help them. Perhaps they could take [Your name]’s ability away… or find a way to help her from having visions as debilitating as Kol’s death.

“How did we, of all people, end up with a child who could see the future?” Elijah spoke, opening his eyes once more to look at his siblings.

They were all silent. Not one of them had an answer for their elder brother. Not even Elijah had an answer to his own question.

Elijah sat his glass on the table and walked out of the room, pulling out his cellphone. He hurriedly clicked on a contact, deciding that he would need to call them if he were to start anywhere with finding a witch.

Klaus stayed in the dining room, pulling out his own phone. He pursed his lips before dialing a number as well, standing up as soon as the person answered.

“Hello? Hayley?”

Klaus cleared his throat, knowing it was her on the other line. But she didn’t say a word.

“I was hoping you would know of someone who could help us. We need a witch. One that deals with visions.”

So here you stand, shaking but furious. With a blunted sword pointing at the stranger who has now sunk to her knees. You will not let anyone hurt Marianna. The wounded foreman in the corner your proof. Tears are falling without your permission as the stranger keeps staring. Eight going on nine was too old to cry but you couldn’t help it. You never had hurt anybody like that and it scared you. But it did not matter. Protecting Marianna was all that mattered in the whole world.

“Yasha, we’ve cleared the upstairs. Anything down-” A half-orc stops behind the woman called Yasha. Blinking you try to keep your thoughts on fighting but this is the first time you have seen another half orc besides yourself. He has the same green skin and yellow eyes like you. His tusks are grown in and sharp. Only your left tusk remains in tack, the other completely gone. Replaced with a scar that travels from your bottom lip to just under your chin. For a quiet moment you simply regard each other before you feel a small hand grab onto your elbow.   Marianna has moved from her spot on the floor to pressed up against your side. Her purple skin looks much too pale, she needs food and water quickly. Light purple eyes meet yours before looking back to the doorway. Her hard horns press into your side but you don’t mind the twinge it brings to your ribs. She makes no sound just keeps her eyes on the new people. Fear written all over her face. You must keep her safe. When you look back to the strangers you try to put on your bravest face. Raising the sword as high as you can in front of your chest.

“Are-are you friend or foe?” Your voice waivers as you look back to the strangers. You had read that line in a book once, it felt right in this moment.

“We’re friendly…little one. We’re here to help.” Yahsa’s voice is deep but there is such a softness to it that melts the tension in your chest. “We want to get all the children away from this place.” Surprise fills you and the sword lowers as your arms shake more intensely now.

“You mean it?” you whisper, afraid if you speak any louder somehow this moment will disappear. The half orc nods, and Yasha slowly rocks onto her heels. She doesn’t stand, just moves into a crouch.  

“We are here to take you away. Someplace better.” Yahsa keeps her hands visible and her voice soft. You want to trust her. By any Gods listening you want this to be real. Yet you keep your grip on the sword.

“Do you promise?” Marianna’s voice is painfully horse and her grip on your elbow stays firm. You watch as a small sad smile forms on Yasha lips.

“I promise. We want to take you somewhere safe.” She seems so genuine. Your gaze lifts to the half orc. His eyes harden and he gives you a solemn nod, and that’s all you need. The sword clatters to the ground and you sway but refuse to fall. Your free hands immediately reach for Marianna, who clutches onto your neck as you lift her. You aren’t much bigger than she is, but there is no way you are letting her out of your sight any time soon. With a deep breath you step forward.

Yasha slides from the doorway to let you pass as you carry your sister up the stairs. Still shaking, it takes longer than it should but when you finally reach the door, your own exhaustion doesn’t matter. Sunlight burns your eyes as you walk out of the workhouse. It hurts but it’s worth every blinding second. Warmth tingling on your skin as you can see the ocean. Waves crashing down against the sand. Seagulls cawing angrily in the sky. Distant sounds of the city flitting through the breeze with just the tiniest hint of cinnamon. Tears spring from your eyes as the world comes back to you.  

“Look Mari,” your voice thick and painful in your chest, “it’s the ocean.” Marianna peeks up and looks about. Before she can say anything she lets out a squeak and buries her head back into your neck clutching more tightly. You follow where here eyes went. Another woman in blue robes that look very different from any style you have seen is walking towards you. Though as you take a step back, you realize she is glancing between you and Yasha. Most likely a friend too.

“They were both in the warehouse. No other children.” Yasha reaches out and the new woman grips her hand, before turning back to you.

“How long were you in that shithole?” the blunt use of swearing is nothing new to you but it does illicit a small giggle from Marianna.

“F-four days. No food or water.” Both women look horrified, “Please, Marianna needs food and water. I can work for her share just-” As you try to finish, the new woman is crouching down in front of you, close enough that you tense and turn Marianna away from her.

“It’s alright kid, I know a bit of healing. I just need to take a look at you both. Swear I won’t do anything to hurt you on purpose. I’m not that much of an asshole…anymore.” With a tentative nod you relax your stance and turn so she can see you both.

“I’m Beau.” She says as she slowly uses her hands to inspect Marianna for any wounds where there are blood stains. Nothing is bleeding on her, but there are more than a fair share of bruises.

“Y/N.” you give back as you keep your eyes glued on Beau, making sure she won’t do anything other than look you both over for injuries, “This is Marianna.” Beau gives a nod and reaches her hand up to your face. Involuntarily you flinch. Based on how hard the foreman hit you, you’re pretty sure your nose is broken. Which would explain the amount of blood covering your face.

“You’ll both be alright but we should get you somewhere with food, water, and beds yeah?” Beau asks. It’s odd. You’ve never really been asked if it’s okay to go somewhere.

“What will I have to do to earn it, ma’am?” Beau shakes her head.

“Nah kid you got it wrong. You don’t need to earn the basics for living. Just trust us for an afternoon or two while we figure this out and that will be all we need from you.” Beau seems genuine like Yasha. Even as the half-orc comes grunting up the stairway, dragging the foreman up the stairs, you feel safe.

“Why don’t I carry you both to town?” Yasha says.

“You can carry both of us?” Marianna asks with awe.

“What the fuck?” Philza stared at the mess in front of him of what used to be a village. “There's blood everywhere”

As he looked around the place horrified, he noticed a crow flowing in circles above something, trying to get his attention with it's noises. Letting out a shaky sigh, the elytrian walked closer to the crow, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Oh my god” He mumbled, dropping to his knees in front of a passed out child, who looked around 9 years old, and they were covered in blood. “What happened”

As he talked to himself, Philza didn't realize the set of glowing white eyes staring at him from the shadows, all his attention on the child. Just as the winged man touched the child, the eyes disappeared from the shadows, a loud roar following after it.

Jumping up in a defensive position, Philza looked around in caution, his hand back on his sword's hilt. Seeing nothing, the man began to feel uneasy, and decided to take the child back to his, well his friends house to check the child for injuries.

Picking up the child, Philza began heading back the way he came, the crow that was flying around in circles perched on his shoulder. “Lets hope Techno doesn't freak”

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As the blonde haired male walked through the forest, the snow crunching under his boots, he noticed the child turning a light blue color.

“God dammit” Philza ran through the snow, trying to be careful not to trip and drop the freezing child in his arms into the snow.

Sitting in front of a fireplace, a pink haired man continued to read his mythological book, a tea in front of him. Just as he was about to flip the page, he felt off, like something was wrong. Deciding to ignore the feeling, he continued to read in peace.

“Techno” A loud voice screamed, the front door of his cabin slamming open, almost flying off its hinges. “Get as many blankets as possible!!”

Not questioning the man, the pink haired man bolted up from his spot and ran to get what the older male demanded, not noticing the child in said man's arms.

Slamming the door behind him quickly, Philza ran over to the fire and carefully set the freezing child on the wooden floor in front of it, rushing to grab multiple wet cloths from the kitchen before coming back to clean up most if not all of the blood from the child.

He needed to make sure that the child didn't have any open wounds, so they didnt bleed out or get infected. As he did that, Techno came rushing back down with many, many blankets in his arms, and a pillow hanging loosely from his hand.

“Where do you want these?” He frantically asked, not used to his best friend being this frantic about something. “And what the hell is happening?”

“Couch” The winged man stated bluntly, setting down another blood covered cloth next to him in the pile before picking up another one. “And I found this child covered in blood in a village, and while coming back here they started to turn blue”

Hearing the word child, his thoughts immediately went o a orphan, causing them to start going crazy.

‘BLOOD’

‘KILL THEM’

‘BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD’

Ignoring them, the piglin hybrid set the multiple blankets and single pillow on the couch before heading over to the shorter male who was in front of the fireplace with a child on the ground.

“You know I don't like orphans, Phil. They don't like orphans” The pink haired male started with an emotionless tone as he took a seat next to the blonde male. “They already want them dead”

Letting out a tired sigh, Philza sent a sad look towards his friend, who had a frown on his face. “I know but. . .I couldn't leave them out there Techno” He stated, looking back at the now cleaned up child, wrapping up a large slash on their pale arm with the bandages he had on him.

As the two adults talked about what they were going to do, moving the child to the couch and covering them with blankets to keep them warm, they didn't notice the glowing white eyes, staring at them from the forest.

“We can wait for them to wake up and then ask them what happened. Then decide from there ok?” Philza said, patting his friend on the shoulder before heading to the kitchen to make some food for when the 9 year old wakes up.

Letting out an annoyed huff, Techno mumbled a “Fine” To himself before heading back over to his chair to continue reading.

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Looking around the dark abyss, you let out a shaky sigh, your hands shaking from fear and anxiety that ran through your body. You didn't like the dark, more specifically you didn't like what could be in the dark.

As you stared into the void, you felt your legs start to get cold and wet, making you look down. A gasp left your lips as you saw water rising slowly, it was already up to your knees by now. How did you not notice before?

As you started to panic, a bright light blinded you, causing you to hiss and cover your face on instinct. The light was warm and welcoming, almost like a mothers embrace, or the light glow of the sun during summer. It was nice.

Blinking your eyes a couple times, trying to get used to the sudden bright light, you noticed you were in a field filled with flowers and bees.

“Wow” You breathed out, staring at the bright colors that were totally opposite of what you just saw before. You've never seen something like this before, it was so. . . colorful.

Feeling something brush against your ankles, you looked down curiously to see a black cat rubbing against them, then looking up at you with it's light purple eyes with a meow.

“Why hello there” Crouching down to the cat, you began petting it, feeling it's soft fur with your pale hands, bringing a happy and warm feeling to your chest.

As the cat meowed one more time, it began running away from you and further into the field. “Wait up!” You called out, your legs moving on their own as you chased after the fast cat, who didn't stop at your call.

As you continued to run through the field, you felt the soft blades of grass beneath your bare feet slowly turn into cold hard dirt, the greenery around you from before turning into a dull brown, causing you to slowly come to a stop and look around at your new surroundings.

“What the?” You questioned, turning in a full circle to see no green in sight, only brown. How long did you run for? It only felt like a couple minutes, but the green field was nowhere to be seen.

Hearing a meow behind you, you turned around quickly, your shoulder length hair whipping you in the face. Breath caught in your throat, you stumbled back in surprise. The cat from before was in front of you, laying on the ground covered in blood.

What the hell happened? Just a minute ago it was rubbing up against your ankles, alive and breathing. But now, it was dead in it's own pool of blood, large gashes all over it's small body, eyes wide with fear.

Your breathing picked up, thoughts running through your head as your hands began to shake once more. Your heels hit against something, making you fall onto your back with an oof, making you quickly lean back onto your arms and scooch.

As your breathing picked up again, your arms gave out from underneath you, making you land on your back once again. As you stared up at the once blue sky, you brought your arm up and over your eyes, bringing you into complete darkness.

Your body began to pulse with pain, like you were being stabbed over and over again with a dull sword, making it more painful than a sharp sword. Tears began streaming down your face, your eyes still covered as you let out pained sobs, wanting it to stop.

With one last pained scream, you blacked out, your body twitching from the overbearing pain.

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[Your name] sat on the couch, one hand gripping onto a jar of peanut butter and the other attempting to screw the lid off of it.  The little girl stopped, slowly turning her head to look back at her aunt.  She said nothing.  

Rebekah rolled her eyes.  “Do you even have a spoon?  You cannot be using your hands, even if you’re the only one who eats peanut butter.”

[Your name] pursed her lips.  She turned her head away to focus on the jar again.  In the meantime, Rebekah used her speed and rushed to the kitchen, before she returned to the living room.  She sat down beside her niece and took the jar from her.  She effortlessly opened it and then scooped out some of it on a spoon for the little girl.  

“Here.”

[Your name] smiled up at her.  “You’re the best, Bekah.”

She couldn’t help but smile.  “I know I am,” Rebekah said, kissing her forehead.  “But no more getting peanut butter without someone around, okay?  That goes for anything in the cabinets.  You could knock something over and get hurt, sweet thing.”

[Your name] happily nodded and ate the peanut butter, kicking her legs as she sat on the edge of the couch.  

—

Tears creased in [Your name]’s eyes, and she kept her blanket tightly in her little hands.  She tried to stay quiet, but her tears just wouldn’t stop.  She knew her family was there—but all she wanted was her father.  

“She’s hiding behind the couch,” Rebekah said, frowning as she opened the front door for Elijah.  “She’s been upset since you left.  I don’t understand why,” she admitted.  

“Thank you for calling me when you did,” he gave a curt nod before he made his way to the living room.  “[Your name]?”

The little girl quickly scrambled to her feet.  She took off in his direction, letting go of her blanket in the process.  Elijah bent down, holding his arms open for the girl.  She hugged onto him, trying her hardest to stop herself from crying.  However, the tears just kept coming.  

“[Your name], what’s the matter?” he softly asked, gently rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort the child.  He lifted her up in his arms, one arm behind her thighs and the other continuing to rub her back.  “Talk to me, my love.”

“I had—I had another dream,” she cried. 

Elijah furrowed his eyebrows.  “What?” Elijah looked back at Rebekah, who stood by the doorframe, concern etched into her beautiful features.  “Did she take a nap while I was gone?”

Rebekah shook her head.  

Elijah walked over to the couch and sat down.  He moved [Your name] to sit on his lap.  “[Your name], what do you mean you had another dream?”

She just shook her head, not wanting to speak.  Her hands gripped onto the front of his shirt and she just cried, never telling him the reason behind her tears. 

—

Kol hated this.  At least, he pretended to hate it.  Secretly, he was jealous of Elijah.  Elijah had his own kid.  Something that doesn’t always happen for people of their kind.  And yet, it happened to Elijah.  

The stories, the bedtimes.  The bedtime stories.  He never had that growing up.  And he loved it, now, even though if anyone asked him, he’d say it was ridiculous.  

[Your name] loved it even more than Kol did.  Not only did she get to spend time with her uncle Kol, but Kol was always so much fun when he read her stories.  Her dad wasn’t the same way.  He was good, yes, but Kol was so much better. 

“And goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere,” Kol brought his rendition of Goodnight Moon to an end, slowly closing the book.  

[Your name] was out like a light, and he needed to leave as quietly as possible as to not wake her (it wouldn’t be that big of a problem).  

However, as soon as he made it to the door, [Your name] began crying in her sleep.  Kol thought he was hearing something on the television playing downstairs, until it happened again.  He frowned and walked over to the child.  

“[Your name]?”

He leaned down beside her and gently shook her arm.  “Hey…”

[Your name]’s eyes shot open and she let out a sob.  She quickly latched onto Kol.  

The poor girl was unconsolable.  Her father rushed in after he heard her cries.  

“What did you do?” Elijah quickly asked, coming to [Your name]’s side.  

“I didn’t do anything,” he immediately countered.  “She cried in her sleep.  I don’t know what’s going on with her, let alone know why she would start crying, brother.”

Elijah pulled [Your name] into his lap.  

This happened far too often for it to be something to pass off.  

Elijah pressed a soft kiss to forehead.  “[Your name], I need you to talk to me, love.  Tell me what’s wrong.”

The little girl looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.  “No…”

“What?” Elijah stuttered for a moment, confusion washing over him.  “[Your name].  Tell me.”

She quickly shook her head.  

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not good,” she cried.  “It’s all bad.  Very, very bad!”

“That’s okay,” Elijah said, cupping her cheeks.  “It’s alright.  I can make it better.  I just need you to talk to me.”

She quickly shook her head.  “Please… please just sleep with me, daddy.  They go away when you’re here.”

Elijah frowned and held her close, waiting for her to go back to sleep.  He didn’t press any further than what he already had.  

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“There’s something wrong with her,” Elijah said, nursing a glass of whiskey.  [Your name] was off playing with her dolls, leaving the adults to talk.  

Each of his siblings knew what he was talking about.  There was something off with [Your name], but none of them could place it.  She would hardly talk to them about what was going on.  There was no way that they could actually help her when they had no idea what to do.  And they didn’t want to compel her.  They had told themselves not to, even though at this point, it seemed as if they were running out of options.  

But it scared [Your name].  Whatever those dreams were.  They did not want to scare her any more than she already was.  

“We have to figure it out,” Rebekah said.  “She’s been doing this since you adopted her, Elijah.  It’s nearly been a year.”

Kol was deep in thought, staring down at the wooden dining table.  “What if… it has something to do with why she was left in the first place?”

Elijah glared right at him.  

“No, no, hear me out before you call me crazy, brother,” Kol said, raising his hands in his own defense.  “What if her dreams caused her parents to disown her?”

“And she told them of her dreams, making them think something was wrong with her?” Elijah frowned.  “Well, then, you would think they would take her to get help rather than dropping her off in the middle of nowhere, now wouldn’t you, Kol?”

Kol rolled his eyes.  “I—it was just a theory, Elijah.  Not a definite answer.”

Elijah looked away, downing his glass of whiskey.  

Klaus looked at Kol, his eyebrows furrowed.  “I hate to say it.  You have a point.”

“Oh, not you, too,” Elijah sighed, running a hand through his once combed hair.  It was mused at this point.  It definitely wasn’t his first time stressfully messing with it.  

“No, brother, Kol is right.  What if she was left because of her parents?  They saw this as some kind of witchcraft.”

“Klaus, you are talking nonsense,” Rebekah interjected. 

“Am I?” Klaus sighed.  “Am I really?  What if they were afraid of her dreams?  What if she spoke them into existence and that scared them?”

[Your name] stood by the doorway, clearing her throat to get their attention.  She knew they were talking about her.  It made her sad—they just wanted to know.  She was starting to understand that they only wanted to help her.  

“Daddy?”

Elijah quickly stood, walking over to his little girl.  He lifted her up and kissed her cheek.  

“I… I think I’m ready to tell you.”

“About what, little one?”

“My dreams.”

"That little," Kol took in a deep breath, closing his eyes.  He sat down on the couch, composing himself.  

Elijah looked over at him, smirking.  "What's wrong, this time?"

"Nothing is wrong," Kol cleared his throat.  "I just... cannot find her, for the life of me."

Elijah's eyes narrowed.  

"Hide-and-seek," he quickly spoke, standing back up.  

"Yes.  And you're a vampire.  You should easily be able to find her."

"Unless," Rebekah said, walking through the room with a laugh.  "Klaus found her first and took her to a better hiding spot."

"Is that really what happened?"

Rebekah shrugged, watching Kol groan and vampire speed off to find little [Your name] and his pain in the ass brother.  

REbekah sat down across from Elijah and she smiled at him as she did.  "How are you?"

Elijah looked at her and rose an eyebrow.  

"With [Your name].  I know how much of a handful children can be."

"Right," Elijah sighed softly.  He sat down the book that he had been reading and he began to frown.  "Her dreams are getting worse."

"Her dreams?  Did you not use compulsion on her?"

"We did.  Klaus and I both did.  Kol tried, as well.  But  it just wears off after a couple of days and the dreams are worse than before."

"Has she been able to tell you what they were about?"

"You've been around [Your name], yes?  She does not often wish to speak much of her dreams.  She'll talk about everything else," he chuckled softly.  He quickly moved to sit up as he heard [Your name] laugh and run through the hallway.  

At this point, Kol wasn't using his vampire speed.  In fact, he was taking his time, taunting that he was going to catch her.  

[Your name] ran into the sitting room, rushing over to Elijah, giggling the entire time.  "Daddy's base!" she quickly exclaimed, climbing onto Elijah's lap.  

Elijah let out a soft laugh and he wrapped his arms around the small girl as Kol came over, his eyes narrowed at [Your name].  He points to his eyes, before pointing right at her.  

"I'm watching you.  As soon as you get up, I'll get you."

"No!" she yelped, laughing as she hugged onto Elijah.  

Kol rolled his eyes before he left the room, leaving Rebekah and Elijah there with [Your name].  Elijah was quiet as he listened to [Your name]'s soft breathing.  

"[Your name]," he softly said, gently shaking her awake.  "Don't go to sleep yet, it's only seven—"

His wishes were drowned out by [Your name] getting comfortable in Elijah's arms.  She was sound asleep in the matter of minutes.  The nightmares of that evening had yet to plague her little mind.  

Elijah looked over at Rebekah with a frown.  "I hate to say this.  But I wonder if we will have to have a witch's help with her dreams."

Rebekah pursed her lips.  "That Bennett witch owes me a favor.  Do you think she will help?"

"And have more people know about [Your name]?  No.  They will not be using her against me or any of us."

"Then I guess we will have to see what else would work."

Elijah frowned but he nodded.  He knew that she was right.  Elijah looked down at the little girl asleep in his arms.  

"I'm going to go put her in bed.  Hopefully, she doesn't sleep too long.  Klaus's last fiasco completely wrecked her schedule."

Rebekah couldn't help but laugh.  "Maybe Klaus should be in charge of fixing it for you since he's the one who ruined it."

Elijah shrugged and stood up, cradling [Your name] in his arms.  He carried her into her bedroom and laid her down in her full sized bed.  [Your name]'s little eyes quickly opened and she looked up at Elijah with wide eyes.  

"Stay," she quickly said, her little voice was barely louder than the clock that ticked away on her wall.  

Elijah frowned softly and he nodded, laying down beside his daughter.  He pulled her into his chest and listened to her once again fall asleep.  

—

Elijah didn't know when he fell asleep, but he knew it had to have been shortly after [Your name] did.  She was out of bed when he woke.  Her clothes from the day before were tossed in her little clothes hamper, but she had made a mess picking out her new outfit for the day.  

Elijah left his daughter's room, searching for her.  

He heard laughter coming from the kitchen and he followed the noise, seeing Klaus literally throwing pancake batter in [Your name]'s direction.  

"What—"

"—stay out of this, brother," Klaus said, glaring in the child's direction.  "She is the one who started this—"

"—started what?"

"She told me I was ugly."

Elijah pursed his lips for a moment, clearly holding back a laugh.  "What?"

"She looked at me and said, Klaus, you're ugly."

"I did not!" [Your name] exclaimed from where she hid behind the island.  

Klaus looked at Elijah, and then placed his hands on his hips like an angry Karen.  

Elijah rolled his eyes and he sighed, walking over to where the little girl sat. "[Your name], did you tell Klaus he was ugly?"

[Your name] quickly shook her head.  

"Don't lie to me."

Her eyes widened and she looked up at Elijah.  Her breathing picked up and the tears immediately began to form.  "What?  I am not lying, daddy..."

Elijah continued to frown at her, prompting the child to cry.  She quickly hugged onto Elijah, shaking her head.  

"I'm sorry, daddy, I didn't—"

Elijah gently rubbed her back.  "If you did, I just need you to be honest, [Your name].  Calling someone names isn't a nice thing to do.  You're a good girl, aren't you?  So why would you call your uncle something bad?"

"I'm sorry," [Your name] cried, looking up at Elijah with tearful eyes.  

"You don't need to tell me sorry.  You need to say sorry to Klaus."

Her eyes widened a bit and she quickly nodded, coming out from behind the island.  She looked up at Klaus, her little face covered with tears.  If she continued to cry, there's no doubt that snot would cover her face as well.  

Klaus frowned as he watched her.  

"I'm sorry..."

Klaus's features softened and he bent down in front of her.  

"Sorry for what?" Elijah asked from behind them.  

"Sorry for calling you names..."

"It's alright, [Your name].  Just... don't do it again, okay?"

[Your name] nodded and quickly calmed herself down, going to hug Klaus.  Klaus sighed and hugged her back, lifting her as he did so.  He sat her down on the counter by the sink.  He grabbed a kitchen towel and gently cleaned up her messy face.  

"These pancakes aren't going to cook themselves, now are they?"

[Your name] watched Klaus with big eyes as she shook her head.  

Klaus smiled.  

Elijah watched as Klaus helped [Your name] carefully stir the rest of the batter before Klaus made the pancakes his daughter so desperately wanted (according to [Your name], not to Elijah).  

Elijah didn't realize how much would go in to being a parent.  However, he knew that she was learning.  Her little heart and her little head was figuring out how to do things as she went.  It reminded him of his family when they were all young.  

Elijah sat down on a stool as he watched his daughter.  

The nightmares that plagued her were truly something for concern.  But she didn't wake up crying the night before.  He was hoping that it was simply because of a traumatic past that he had yet to figure out.  But until then, he would be keeping a watchful eye over her, and he knew his family, Klaus included, would keep their own eyes on the little girl.