《I'm your kid too, father》It's over
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Rebekah and Haley are back
"I don't care if we have to get you a leash, that was your last trip to the Bayou. What is with you and those wolves, anyway?" Rebekah growls
Hayley sighs "I feel like we're connected somehow. I don't know. Maybe it's just some pipe dream that I have of finding any real family out there. But sometimes, when I feel like it's me against teh world, it keeps me going"
That's when I come walking into the living room
"I think family is a pain"
Hayley smiles at me and picks me up. Like lady I'm five years old, two days from being six. I am not two.
Rebekah scrunches her nose at me "We still have you?"
"REBEKAH" Hayley yells "What is with this family and Samael. He's not the devil and he's a pretty great kid"
Elijah walks through the door
wiggling out of Hayley's grasp I go running to my room
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The next morning I walk down stairs to see Klaus and Elijah reading with a dead girl on the coffee table and Rebekah standing there then she walks out
"There's a dead girl leaking on the rug" I point out "might wanna get that cleaned up" then walk out to the kitchen
"Hey, little man" Hayley smiles "Want some eggs and bacon?"
"Please" I smile "Oh, I wouldn't go in the living room there is a dead body bleeding on the carpet"
she blinks at me "I don't know if a five year old-almost six-should have seen that"
Elijah walks in the kitchen "Good morning"
Hayley smiles "Hey"
Rebekah re-enters with a trashcan for the dead girl
Hayley is rooting in the fridge "Listen, I know I'm the only one who cooks around here but would it kill any of you to make a grocery list?"
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"Speaking of, add bleach" Rebekah yells from the living room
Elijah smiles at her still not having noticed me
I don't think I've ever talked to him
"What are you looking for?" Elijah asks
"The bacon"
Elijah opens the fridge and pulls out the bacon
"Oh..." Hayley chuckles "Thought we were out. Samael likes bacon"
his eyes grow confused "Who"
she puts one of her hands on her hips and points to me with the others "Your nephew"
Elijah looks at me
"Hi" I chirp like a dumb little kid "Uncle Elijah"
he sits down beside me looking worried "How have you been, Samael"
wow he's really going to do this for her huh
oh this is going to be good
I put a confused expression on my face "Why do you care? This is the first time we've talked ever"
Hayley gasps "You too?" putting a plate in front of me
I look between the two holding back a smile
"It's okay, Hayley" I pout like a child then pick up the plate "Thank you for food" then I go to my room
later that day I listen to Hayley scream as she might be going through a miscarriage which gives me lots of pleasing feelings.
That was until it didn't work and now I have to play little boy
Once everyone else is gone I go to her room putting tears in my eyes
knocking on the door Hayley opens it then picks me up
like damn wolf girl how light am I?
"Are you okay?" she whispers
"Y-You were gonna die" fake tears rolls down my face "I w-was scared. If you die who will love me."
she hugs me tight "I'm here"
the doorbell rings and she carries me down the stairs
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Josh is at the door
"Where is he? I've been trying to find him all day. Marcel knows that Klaus lied to him about where he lives"
Hayley's sighs "I only take care of one little boy and he's in my arms. I am not Klaus's keeper"
"Fine!" Josh snaps "Just...tell him to call me, please"
Hayley shuts the door, pats me head, and goes up the stairs
there is a knock on the door
I open the door once again
there's a dark man at the door, well, darker then me anyway
He smiles down at me "Hi there, I'm Marcel. I don't think we've met"
my head turns slightly "Samael"
"The devil?" he chuckles "What's a kid like you doing at the Mikaelson house?"
"My father lives here" I point out then smile "It's nice to meet you, Marcel"
he leaves and then everything goes dark
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I wake up in a shack
ew
Hayley is beside me with TYLER
"Ty" I say "Why are we out here?"
he puts tape on my mouth
"Quiet, you're just like him now. I know all those people dead were you"
two other werewolves walk in
"This them"
Tyler sighs "Yeah, Dwayne. Get her inside"
"Tyler" Hayley gulps "At least let him go he's only a kid"
Tyler chuckles darkly "He's got you doesn't he. He acts like a stupid little kid but then kills to get what he wants. He's just like Klaus; a mini him really"
Hayley looks at me staring at him with all my hatred
then he leaves us alone in the shack
Hayley keeps looking at me and then looks back
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