In the days that followed, a heavy tension hung over the Mikaelson household. Klaus never laid a hand on Rebekah again. The memory of that forceful kiss and what happened after lingered like a poison in the air, tainting every interaction between them. Rebekah could barely look at her brother without a mix of disgust and sadness welling up inside her. Yet, despite her revulsion, she couldn't deny the bond of blood that tied them together.
One evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Rebekah found herself alone with Elijah in the grand library. The room was filled with the scent of old books and the faint echo of their shared history. Rebekah's eyes were downcast, her voice barely above a whisper as she confessed to her elder brother what Klaus had done.
"Elijah, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice trembling. "Niklaus... he... he took me forcefully. He kissed me, and... it was... it was horrible."
Elijah's eyes widened in shock and then narrowed in rage. "He did what?" he growled, his voice shaking with fury. "I will kill him."
Rebekah reached out, grabbing Elijah's arm as he started to rise. "No, Elijah. Please, don't. He's still our brother."
Elijah's jaw clenched, and he looked at Rebekah with a mix of pain and determination. "He crossed a line, Rebekah. He needs to be taught a lesson."
Before Rebekah could stop him, Elijah stormed out of the library, his footsteps echoing through the halls. He found Klaus in the courtyard, sipping from a goblet of wine, his eyes distant while two females lay cold on the floor beside him, bared of life.
"Niklaus," Elijah called out, his voice cold and hard.
Klaus looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Elijah, what brings you here?"
Elijah didn't waste time with pleasantries. He lunged at Klaus, his fist connecting with his brother's jaw. The sound of bone crunching filled the air, and Klaus stumbled back, surprise etched on his face.
"You dare lay a hand on our sister?" Elijah snarled, his eyes blazing with anger.
Klaus wiped the blood from his lip, his eyes narrowing. "It was a moment of rage, Elijah. I saw her mourning that pitiful creature, and I lost control. I never intended to harm her."
Elijah's fist connected with Klaus's face again, and the two brothers tumbled to the ground, their fight a blur of fists and snarls. Rebekah rushed into the courtyard, her eyes wide with fear.
"Stop it!" she cried out, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Please, stop!"
The brothers paused, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Elijah looked at Rebekah, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?"
Rebekah nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Yes, but please, no more fighting. We're family."
Elijah turned to Klaus, his voice firm. "You will never touch Rebekah again, Niklaus. Do you understand?"
Klaus nodded, his eyes downcast. "I understand, Elijah. I promise, I will never touch her again. I'm sorry, Rebekah. I never intended that to happen in the first place... Something came over me at that moment."
A fragile peace settled over the Mikaelson household, but the wounds ran deep, and the scars would take time to heal.
....
In the weeks that followed, Klaus threw himself into his work, seeking solace in the distractions of politics and power and the pleasure of enjoying every woman he found pleasant to his eyes. He also took Marcellus, the other slave son of the governor, under his wing, seeing in the young man a reflection of his own.
Marcellus was a quick learner, his eyes sharp and his mind even sharper. Klaus saw potential in the young man, a potential that he was eager to cultivate. He taught Marcellus the art of war, the intricacies of politics, and the subtle thought of what he considered power.
"You have a keen mind, Marcellus," Klaus said one day, as they sparred in the training yard. "You remind me of myself when I was younger."
Marcellus grinned, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Thank you, sir. I aim to be as great as you one day."
Klaus chuckled, a rare sound of genuine amusement. "You have the makings of greatness, Marcellus. Remember, power is not given; it is taken."
Marcellus nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I will remember, sir."
As the days turned into weeks, Klaus found solace in his new protégé, a distraction from the guilt and shame that haunted him for what he did to his little sister.
....
Rebekah, meanwhile, found herself grappling with a new and unexpected reality. As the weeks passed, she began to feel strange, her body changing in ways she couldn't understand. At first, she dismissed it as the lingering effects of her ordeal, but as the days wore on, she couldn't ignore the truth any longer.
One morning, as she stood before her mirror, she saw the slight swell of her belly, the faint glow in her cheeks.
"AH!" Rebekah screamed in surprise before blocking her mouth with her hands. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at the mirror.
Tears of happiness started streaming down her cheeks unconsciously. She was pregnant. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut, and she stumbled back, sitting in her big bed, her hand pressing against her stomach with love and happiness as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"How is this possible?" Rebekah looked uncertainly at the mirror that showed her something incredible. "It shouldn't be possible."
"I...I can't let anybody know this. At least not for now."
She would keep the secret to herself, hiding it from her brothers, afraid of what they might say or do. She knew that Klaus would see the child wrong a reminder of his sin, and she feared what he might do. Also, a storm of doubts would cloud everyone, as this shouldn't be possible. How did she got pregnant?
...
As the months passed, Rebekah's secret became harder to keep. Her belly swelled, and her clothes couldn't hide it fully, so she started hiding from her brothers. Her appetite was enormous, too. She knew she couldn't hide it any longer, and so, one evening, she confessed to Elijah.
"Elijah, there's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice trembling.
Elijah was sitting quietly on a couch, reading a few papers, when his sister suddenly entered the room. "What is it, sister?"
"I'm pregnant."
Elijah's eyes widened in shock, and then a soft smile spread across his face. "Haha, are you joking with me, my dear sister?"
"Elijah! I'm not joking, look!" Rebekah said seriously as she lifted her dress and showed him her bulging belly.
Elijah's eyes were wide open, seeing what shouldn't be possible become a reality before him. "Sister... It's... that... Niklaus?"
"Yes! It is. I have not been with anyone since that time." Rebekah said with a hint of disgust at the mention of their brother. But then she softened. "But after a while, I knew about this... and I let it go... now I'm a little happy that it happened. Elijah! I would be a mother!!!"
"But how? This shouldn't be possible. You know vampires can't get pregnant."
Rebekah was also confused. "I know. But I don't care how it happened. I will give birth to my child, Elijah!"
"Of course, Rebekah, your becoming pregnant is wonderful news. I will protect this child with my life."
Rebekah's eyes filled with tears, and she reached out, taking Elijah's hand. "Thank you, Elijah. I knew I could count on you."
"Still, we should let Celeste check your belly, in case it is something else... You know... maybe it isn't what we think."
"Elijah! How could you say that! I know that this is my child, I can feel how he grows inside me!" Rebekah snapped angrily at her brother.
"I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean anything bad. I'm just worried about your well-being, sister. After all, this isn't normal... Let Celeste check that you and the child are well. Please, sister? Do it for me." Elijah said, pleading with her.
"Fine, but better she doesn't try to do anything to my child, Elijah. I will never forgive you."
Elijah looked at her seriously. "Don't worry, sister, I would never forgive myself if something were to happen. You have my word that no harm will come to you or your child."
.....
As Rebekah's due date approached, Elijah made preparations, compelled midwives to attend to her, and ensured that everything was in place for the birth of his nephew or niece.
Meanwhile, Celeste Dubois, the witch Elijah had been seeing, paid a visit to Klaus. Her eyes were filled with a strange light, and her voice held a note of prophecy.
"Klaus Mikaelson, I have seen the future," she said, her voice echoing through the room. "Your son will be your doom. The future is not set in stone, but the path you choose will determine your fate."
Klaus's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "You dare threaten me, witch?"
Celeste smiled, a cold and calculating smile. "I speak the truth, Klaus. Your son will be your doom, and you will be his."
Klaus's hand shot out, gripping Celeste's throat. "I will kill you, witch."
Celeste's smile never wavered. "Kill me, and you will never know the truth. Rebekah is pregnant, Klaus. Your son grows within her."
Klaus's hand dropped, and he stumbled back, shock etched on his face. "Rebekah is pregnant?"
Celeste nodded, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Yes, I myself saw how that life grew in her. Even if it is something that I don't know how it was possible, as it is against nature to happen, it was possible.
'And I will do everything in my power to ensure that this unnatural union never comes to be born.'
...
Rebekah's labor was long and painful, but with Elijah by her side and the compelled midwives attending to her, she brought her son into the world. The baby's cries filled the room, and Rebekah looked down at her child, her eyes filled with love and wonder.
"He's beautiful," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
Elijah smiled, his eyes shining with wonder and love for their new family member. "He is, Rebekah. He is."
But their moment of joy was short-lived. The door to the room burst open, and Klaus stormed in, his eyes blazing with anger.
"What is this abomination?" he snarled, his eyes fixed on the baby.
Elijah stepped forward, his voice firm. "This is your son, Niklaus. Rebekah's child."
Klaus's eyes narrowed, and he spat out the words like venom. "This is not my son. This is an aberration, a mistake. I will not acknowledge it. Besides, dear brother, you should know vampires can't reproduce."
"He is your son, Niklaus. Even if it appears impossible. He is. Celeste saw that he is a perfectly normal child." Elijah growled at Niklaus.
Rebekah's eyes filled with tears, and she clutched her baby to her chest. "You're a monster, Niklaus. I will raise my son on my own."
"He isn't my son!" Klaus turned and stormed out of the room, his curse echoing through the halls. Rebekah looked down at her son, her eyes filled with determination. She would raise her child, no matter what it took. And she would do it alone.
Suddenly, one of the midwives spoke to Rebekah. "Sir Elijah, my lady Rebekah has a mark of a wolf on her neck and another one on her right breast."
"What?" Elijah was surprised by the midwife's words and turned his gaze from the door where their brother had left.
"What?" Rebekah was also surprised. She looked down at her breast where her son was resting and saw the mark the midwives had pointed out. It was a beautiful, big white wolf, as if showing dominance to the world.
Focusing on it, she could feel a deeper connection with her son that felt palpable and so right.
"How do you feel, sister?" Elijah asked worriedly.
"I feel fine—even more, perfect." Rebekah said with a smile. "I think this mark is because of my little guy... I feel a unique connection with him, more than just being his mother."
"We should let Celeste check you out," Elijah said worriedly as he looked at both marks of the wolf on his sister's body.
"I think my son inherited Klaus's werewolf gene, brother," Rebekah said quietly to Elijah. "That's why it is a white wolf."
"Klaus would become enraged if he were to know that his son could be a werewolf in the future and he is cursed to not... I fear for him, brother. You saw how he acted just now."
"Don't worry, sister. Nothing will happen to my nephew. Your thoughts must be on point about the wolf mark, but in any case, we should let Celeste check you out," Elijah said after a moment.
Rebekah nodded to him.
"Wuaa~~" The child suddenly started wailing.
"My lady, I think the little master is hungry. Should I feed him?" one of the midwives with a large bust asked.
"NO! No one will feed my child but myself." Rebekah snapped angrily. Then she moved her son beside her engorged nipple and plump breast.
The child quickly latched onto the nipple and started eating.
"Mhmm~~" Rebekah tried to contain herself, but still moaned, feeling her child eating the milk from her nipple.
"Sister... aren't you a bit... excited?" Elijah looked weirdly at his sister as she fed her son.
"I..." Rebekah didn't know what to say to him as she was feeling so much pleasure from her son eating from her. Instead of trying to answer it, she moaned again as she struggled to say, "Leave me be as I feed my child—B-Brotherrr."
"Rebekah," Elijah said, thinking about it.
"Ah~~!" Rebekah moaned and then said angrily, "Leave!"
"Alright, sister, I will come back later with Celeste," Elijah said, weirdly. Then he looked at the midwives. "You take care of my sister's every need."
"Yes, my lord." The compelled midwives nodded at his order.
As Elijah was leaving the house, he could hear the unrestrained loud moans of pleasure from Rebekah, which made him almost stumble.