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A touch of over-imagination?
Oct. 31st, 2013 11:15 pmRebekah and Elijah are both gone when Hayley wakes. Elijah, she knows, is at the college, teaching. Where Rebekah is, she's got no idea--there's no note in the kitchen when she goes down to make her tea. Shrugging, she doesn't really think much of it--she's slept in pretty late, a glance at the clock tells her. Clearly the danger of keeping vampire hours.
She's got class later this afternoon, but there are a few hours before that, and Elijah usually comes home for lunch, takes her back with him. Not that she can't do it herself, but...it makes him happy and whatever.
Still tired from the party, she wanders the house with her tea, bemused by how large it is, by the fact that she's here. She winds up in the parlor, picking at the piano keys, then pauses when she catches something out of the corner of her eye in the mirror. She's up off the piano bench, heart pounding, and spinning to the other side of the room, the part reflecting in the mirror, then back to the mirror. Nothing's there.
Shaking her head, she heads upstairs to get dressed for the day...and it happens again in the mirror at the top of the stairs. Another spin, almost slipping on the steps, but saved by her werewolf balance. It's weird, and she doesn't like it, thinks about calling Elijah, but...she's tired, right, and last night was Halloween. She's thinking too much about witches and the Other Side and dropping veils and all of that, obviously.
When it happens a third time in the bathroom mirror, someone almost overlaid over her own image but blurry in the steam (and when she wipes off the mirror, there's just her), she's officially spooked. She gets dressed quickly: long skirt, light sweater tunic, boots, and grabs her keys and heads downstairs. Whatever. She and Elijah can have lunch on campus. She is so not sticking around to be ghost-bait--or let her own imagination get the best of her.
She's got class later this afternoon, but there are a few hours before that, and Elijah usually comes home for lunch, takes her back with him. Not that she can't do it herself, but...it makes him happy and whatever.
Still tired from the party, she wanders the house with her tea, bemused by how large it is, by the fact that she's here. She winds up in the parlor, picking at the piano keys, then pauses when she catches something out of the corner of her eye in the mirror. She's up off the piano bench, heart pounding, and spinning to the other side of the room, the part reflecting in the mirror, then back to the mirror. Nothing's there.
Shaking her head, she heads upstairs to get dressed for the day...and it happens again in the mirror at the top of the stairs. Another spin, almost slipping on the steps, but saved by her werewolf balance. It's weird, and she doesn't like it, thinks about calling Elijah, but...she's tired, right, and last night was Halloween. She's thinking too much about witches and the Other Side and dropping veils and all of that, obviously.
When it happens a third time in the bathroom mirror, someone almost overlaid over her own image but blurry in the steam (and when she wipes off the mirror, there's just her), she's officially spooked. She gets dressed quickly: long skirt, light sweater tunic, boots, and grabs her keys and heads downstairs. Whatever. She and Elijah can have lunch on campus. She is so not sticking around to be ghost-bait--or let her own imagination get the best of her.
The knock on the door hadn't alarmed her, and the scents weren't familiar--two twin boys she hadn't seen before. When she opened the door, though, Hayley realized what they were and attempted to slam it back--like that would have helped. She started to scream, but one of them grabbed her, his hand over her mouth and they dragged her through the house and out of the back.
They hadn't expected her to fight, it seemed--nor had they realized she was a wolf. The flash of her eyes, the strength of her kicks--these took them by surprise, but when they struck back, she'd curled in protectively, terrified of some stray blow hitting the baby. On one hand it was the only move possible. On the other it tipped them off.
A threat to the baby and she'd come quietly, though she did, at least, notice neither of them looked comfortable making the threat.
The girl they took her to, though? The one who'd stabbed Derek through the heart....she'd rip the baby out of Hayley with her bare hands, Hayley was sure and she felt her first real flicker of fear--not just for her and the baby, but for Derek.
It should have surprised her when they took her to the loft, but it didn't. The twins dragged her up to Derek's and she shook her head, finding herself laughing slightly. Disconcerted they stopped, looking back at her, including the girl.
"Doesn't matter what goes down here tonight--if I walk away, if Derek does, if we don't. You're already dead. You just don't know it, yet."
The twins looked wary, but the girl got in her face. "You're just some little beta bitch, with a baby to protect. What are you going to do about it?"
Hayley smiled slightly. She hadn't backed down from Klaus, and she wasn't backing down now. She was <i>not</i> a beta, thanks. "Didn't say it would be me to kill you."
They hadn't expected her to fight, it seemed--nor had they realized she was a wolf. The flash of her eyes, the strength of her kicks--these took them by surprise, but when they struck back, she'd curled in protectively, terrified of some stray blow hitting the baby. On one hand it was the only move possible. On the other it tipped them off.
A threat to the baby and she'd come quietly, though she did, at least, notice neither of them looked comfortable making the threat.
The girl they took her to, though? The one who'd stabbed Derek through the heart....she'd rip the baby out of Hayley with her bare hands, Hayley was sure and she felt her first real flicker of fear--not just for her and the baby, but for Derek.
It should have surprised her when they took her to the loft, but it didn't. The twins dragged her up to Derek's and she shook her head, finding herself laughing slightly. Disconcerted they stopped, looking back at her, including the girl.
"Doesn't matter what goes down here tonight--if I walk away, if Derek does, if we don't. You're already dead. You just don't know it, yet."
The twins looked wary, but the girl got in her face. "You're just some little beta bitch, with a baby to protect. What are you going to do about it?"
Hayley smiled slightly. She hadn't backed down from Klaus, and she wasn't backing down now. She was <i>not</i> a beta, thanks. "Didn't say it would be me to kill you."
"Kali..." One of the boys stepped forward. "Maybe this isn't..."
"This is the plan," she snapped back. "She's bluffing."
Hayley shrugged. "I'm so not. But...it's your death warrant. Besides, it was signed the moment you touched me. Nothing to do but watch it play out now."
"What are you talking about?" one of the twins demanded.
Hayley arched an eyebrow. "You got the Derek connection and the baby and thought you were home free. But I'm not part of Derek's pack. And you didn't bother to find out who I am."
"You're no one," Kali snapped again, and backhanded her hard enough to make her bleed before moving to push her way into Derek's.
Derek had told her they were going after Deucalion. He was taking his pack, but the Alpha would have his, too, Hayley was certain. No one got to that position by going solo, no matter what he'd promised Scott. Her hand itched, going to her cell phone more than a few times, ready to call Elijah, but...what the hell could he do from Louisiana fast enough? By the time he got here, it would be over. Besides, she'd promised Derek she'd let him handle it himself first before calling in her backup.
That didn't mean she had to like it.
She didn't much like not being there, either, for all that she was useless in a fight right now. Even without the baby, she couldn't shift at will like they could. She was fast and she was strong, but if she couldn't bring her claws out what good would that be?
So, she...paced. And felt useless. And paced. The moon rose and set. The sun came up. Derek's cell phone rang, but he didn't answer it. No one called her...she guessed no one knew to except maybe Cora, and she didn't know the girl's number to get in touch with her, either, when the teenager didn't call her. Maybe she didn't know how to find her. Maybe she didn't figure Hayley rated knowing anything. Maybe she was dead.
Fuck, but she hated being let sitting at home like some princess in a tower. She wasn't a princess. She wasn't used to being protected. It was a sweet feeling on one level, but she was so not made for waiting.
It was all she was able to do, though, and by the time the sun was high in the sky again, she had given up any pretense of being okay with it. Grabbing her purse, she fished out her keys. She was going to the loft. If no one was there, she was going to the hospital. If there was one thing she was good at, it was getting information out of people.
Cursing fluidly to herself, she moved to the door, yanking it open.
That didn't mean she had to like it.
She didn't much like not being there, either, for all that she was useless in a fight right now. Even without the baby, she couldn't shift at will like they could. She was fast and she was strong, but if she couldn't bring her claws out what good would that be?
So, she...paced. And felt useless. And paced. The moon rose and set. The sun came up. Derek's cell phone rang, but he didn't answer it. No one called her...she guessed no one knew to except maybe Cora, and she didn't know the girl's number to get in touch with her, either, when the teenager didn't call her. Maybe she didn't know how to find her. Maybe she didn't figure Hayley rated knowing anything. Maybe she was dead.
Fuck, but she hated being let sitting at home like some princess in a tower. She wasn't a princess. She wasn't used to being protected. It was a sweet feeling on one level, but she was so not made for waiting.
It was all she was able to do, though, and by the time the sun was high in the sky again, she had given up any pretense of being okay with it. Grabbing her purse, she fished out her keys. She was going to the loft. If no one was there, she was going to the hospital. If there was one thing she was good at, it was getting information out of people.
Cursing fluidly to herself, she moved to the door, yanking it open.
The Grill was fairly slow, but Hayley didn’t mind. Damon had told her when she left for work that he and Elijah would be coming in later ,and she had no doubt they’d tip well, just to keep her from telling Ric they hadn’t. Ric probably would wander in at some point, too, unless he was over at Elena and Jeremy’s. So, mostly she was chatting with Matt and watching people play pool.
“Good. I got here first.”
Hayley glanced over her shoulder at Damon’s voice and gave him an amused look. “If you were going to come in early, you could have driven me…”
“I wasn’t ready.”
She turned and leaned up against the bar, then gave him a once over, letting a small smirk curve her lips, even as her nose twitched a little. “Are you wearing aftershave?”
“…No.”
“You realize he’s got like…super-super-senses, right? I mean, I could smell you when you walked in the bar…”
She was teasing, but Damon glared and stalked off to the bathroom. Matt gave her a bemused look.
“What was that about?”
“He’s got a hot date,” she informed him.
“With who?”
( Hayley was about to answer when Elijah walked in. 'With him.' )
“Good. I got here first.”
Hayley glanced over her shoulder at Damon’s voice and gave him an amused look. “If you were going to come in early, you could have driven me…”
“I wasn’t ready.”
She turned and leaned up against the bar, then gave him a once over, letting a small smirk curve her lips, even as her nose twitched a little. “Are you wearing aftershave?”
“…No.”
“You realize he’s got like…super-super-senses, right? I mean, I could smell you when you walked in the bar…”
She was teasing, but Damon glared and stalked off to the bathroom. Matt gave her a bemused look.
“What was that about?”
“He’s got a hot date,” she informed him.
“With who?”
( Hayley was about to answer when Elijah walked in. 'With him.' )
Beacon Hills, California, was not exactly where Hayley had expected to end up. New Orleans was where the answers to her family were. New Orleans was where Klaus was--and as much as that didn't matter to her heart, he was the kid's father.
And he was the reason she was here. Oh, he needed an heir, sure. And Elijah wanted to rebuild the family. But, apparently? They couldn't do that if they had to constantly wonder about her safety. If she got hurt--either by the witches or Marcel--they lost what they wanted. And Klaus hated being held hostage to the witches.
So, he'd taken away their hold over him.
They were probably pissed, but he knew witches of his own, and Hayley had no doubt he'd taken the measure of the covens in New Orleans and felt confident they couldn't pierce the veil of spells he'd had woven around her to keep her hidden.
That was all well and good for him and Elijah, but she was in small town California and bored. She didn't know a soul and having to go through this fucking pregnancy alone was going to suck. Already the morning sickness was killing her. That was what had driven her to the coffee shop, actually--the need to see other people and for a cup of ginger tea, which she clearly needed to pick up some of at the grocery store.
For now, she was sitting there with a book, half reading, half basking a little in the sun--California did have that going for it--as she sipped her tea and enjoyed the chatter of people around her. Not really a cure for boredom? But it was better than hanging out in the empty--if, admittedly, fantastic--house Klaus had installed her in.
And he was the reason she was here. Oh, he needed an heir, sure. And Elijah wanted to rebuild the family. But, apparently? They couldn't do that if they had to constantly wonder about her safety. If she got hurt--either by the witches or Marcel--they lost what they wanted. And Klaus hated being held hostage to the witches.
So, he'd taken away their hold over him.
They were probably pissed, but he knew witches of his own, and Hayley had no doubt he'd taken the measure of the covens in New Orleans and felt confident they couldn't pierce the veil of spells he'd had woven around her to keep her hidden.
That was all well and good for him and Elijah, but she was in small town California and bored. She didn't know a soul and having to go through this fucking pregnancy alone was going to suck. Already the morning sickness was killing her. That was what had driven her to the coffee shop, actually--the need to see other people and for a cup of ginger tea, which she clearly needed to pick up some of at the grocery store.
For now, she was sitting there with a book, half reading, half basking a little in the sun--California did have that going for it--as she sipped her tea and enjoyed the chatter of people around her. Not really a cure for boredom? But it was better than hanging out in the empty--if, admittedly, fantastic--house Klaus had installed her in.
Hayley sat in her apartment staring at the six sticks spread out on her bathroom counter. Every single one was telling her the same thing and she had absolutely no idea how that was possible. Rebekah's words came back to haunt her, and she twitched away from them.
That wasn't possible.
One was, and she'd been a bit fretful for a couple of weeks, waiting for her period, which hadn't come and was what had prompted the drugstore run, the artifacts of which were now spread out in front of her. That didn't explain the moon, no, but maybe that was just a coincidence.
What was troubling, though, was...it was a little early. Granted, her periods had never been all that regular. And a couple of weeks before the full moon, she'd bled--true, only a little, but she didn't tend to have heavy ones, either, so. That, actually made it more likely she had been fertile with Jack and not using the condom was...a mistake.
That still made it...just a bit over two weeks. The test shouldn't really be able to work, yet, but she'd been a little freaked by the lack of a period. Decided to see. She'd been tired, achy, throwing up. Thought she had the stomach flu. But the tenderness in her breasts...well, she'd put that down to her period in New Orleans.
Which had to have been it, right? Just a confluence of coincidences and...okay, so the test was picking it up a little early, but. Well. Jack was from the future, right? Maybe that had something to do with it.
Please, God, let that have something to do with it.
Swallowing back the nerves, she knew she had to find out, so she wrapped one of the digital tests that read the most clearly in a paper towel, stuck it in her pocket, and headed downstairs to his apartment. Fidgeting at the door for a moment or two, she finally made herself knock and hoped he was there.
That wasn't possible.
One was, and she'd been a bit fretful for a couple of weeks, waiting for her period, which hadn't come and was what had prompted the drugstore run, the artifacts of which were now spread out in front of her. That didn't explain the moon, no, but maybe that was just a coincidence.
What was troubling, though, was...it was a little early. Granted, her periods had never been all that regular. And a couple of weeks before the full moon, she'd bled--true, only a little, but she didn't tend to have heavy ones, either, so. That, actually made it more likely she had been fertile with Jack and not using the condom was...a mistake.
That still made it...just a bit over two weeks. The test shouldn't really be able to work, yet, but she'd been a little freaked by the lack of a period. Decided to see. She'd been tired, achy, throwing up. Thought she had the stomach flu. But the tenderness in her breasts...well, she'd put that down to her period in New Orleans.
Which had to have been it, right? Just a confluence of coincidences and...okay, so the test was picking it up a little early, but. Well. Jack was from the future, right? Maybe that had something to do with it.
Please, God, let that have something to do with it.
Swallowing back the nerves, she knew she had to find out, so she wrapped one of the digital tests that read the most clearly in a paper towel, stuck it in her pocket, and headed downstairs to his apartment. Fidgeting at the door for a moment or two, she finally made herself knock and hoped he was there.
