You Finally Did It

IF RESTLESSNESS WAS A DRUG, CONSIDER ADRIA THE MOST INTOXICATED IN THE ROOM. Sleep evaded the original all night, which only allowed for the heinous thoughts that her mind produced to creep into the forefront of her head. Yet the sleep that Adria so desperately craved for never came. She chalked it back up to a couple of main reasons. 

Firstly, Klaus wasn't occupying the space beside her. It was a habit that the two picked up from their short time as humans that they never seemed to grow out of. She still remembers those nights where the two would sneak off into the meadow that connected their households and stare at the stars until they fell asleep, only to be scolded the next morning by their families.

Secondly, the rapid thumping of her child's heart. It was the only sound that filled Adria's ears and no matter how hard she tried to tune it out it always creeped back into her consciousness. It was an unfamiliar noise, one that she would no doubt get used to, but nonetheless prevented her from obtaining more than a seconds worth of rest. 

Crankily, Adria got out of bed, opening the curtains to let in the sunlight before picking out an outfit she knew wouldn't fit in a couple of months. Once she was completely dressed, Adria headed downstairs to where she could already hear Klaus making an absurd amount of noise.

"Nik you severely lack the ability to complete basic tasks without making your presence known to everyone," Adria states as she walks into the kitchen and sits on the stool at the island observing as Klaus fiddles with something in the fridge.

Klaus turns to her, a smile already on his face, "And you severely lack the ability to not remind me of this every chance you get."

"I'm just making sure you know even though you clearly never change your obnoxious ways," Klaus sent her a fake smile before bending back towards the fridge, "What are you doing down there?"

"Restocking the fridge. I assumed since we would be here awhile that I might as well get this place in adequate living conditions."

Adria hummed, "And where is Elijah? He usually never misses the opportunity to reorganize things up to his high standards."

Klaus sent her a knowing look at the mention of his older brother. "Niklaus tell me you didn't."

"Didn't what?"

"You know damn well what," Adria retorted.

"Well if you are referring to the fact that my older brother had a nasty run-in with a dagger, then yes I know exactly what," Klaus smirked.

"Klaus why," Adria said exasperated. They hadn't been in the bloody city for more than two days and he had already daggered his sibling. At this rate they wouldn't even make it out of the city alive.

"You know what," Adria huffed, "You daggered him, you deal with getting him back."

"Fine by me," Klaus responded with no immediate intentions of getting his brother back.

Adria rolled her eyes and went to grab an apple from a basket - that Klaus no doubt put in there - munching on it as she thought about what she was planning on doing with the witches. Klaus took that time to admire her appearance.

"You look lovely. Headed somewhere?"

"Not particularly, no. I just figured since you decided to knock me up that I need to wear all these good clothes before I can't anymore. But now that you mention it, I do fancy a stroll through the Quarter," Adria replied.

"I wouldn't," Klaus shook his head, "Marcel was just informed by one of his lackies that six night-walkers were killed. I suggest you stay inside where it's safer."

"Safer," Adria chuckled, "It appears that the protective daddy mode is already kicking in. We are a predatory species sweetheart, it's they who should be worried about their safety."

Klaus sighed knowing that she was right. She's always right these days. 

Despite their effortless banter, things were different for the two originals now. They could no longer afford to be careless about their actions, they had a child to think about. And even if neither of them said it aloud, they already cared too deeply about the child and what it meant for them to be hasty.

"If it'll make you happy, I will stay inside," Adria reassured, not knowing if she would uphold this statement, "but only for today."

"Thank you," Klaus smiled, he appreciated the effort but knew it wouldn't last long.

"You're welcome, now run along. You've already managed to irritate me and its not even 10:30." Adria smiled as Klaus retreated upstairs. He always listened to what she said.

Adria continued to finish her apple when she heard a car engine pulling up and two very annoyed, but familiar voices. Erik exited the car first and sped to the other side to help out his wife who was currently being sent to voicemail for the hundredth time.

"Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried. Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door."

"Relax babe, I'm sure he's fine. If not, then I'll personally slap Klaus for being the idiot brother he is," Erik told Rebekah.

"God knows he deserves it," Rebekah says, "Come on, let's get this over with." The married couple interlaces their hands and together makes their way to the door. Before they could even think about knocking, the door flew open, revealing a beaming Adria on the other side.

"'Bekah!"

"'Ria!"

The two girls jumped into a strong embrace, hugging as if it would be the last time. Erik just closed the door and awkwardly stood and watched the whole interaction. He never understood the bond between them. If Erik hadn't married Rebekah, he is absolutely positive that Adria would've.

Rebekah pulled back from the hug holding Adria by the shoulders and staring at her dead in the eye. "So you finally did it."

"I finally did it," Adria squealed.

"You finally did it!" Rebekah shouted back, "And it only took you a thousand bloody years and you get pregnant. How does that even happen?"

"What can I say? Go big or go home!"

"You know when I heard it from Elijah I didn't believe it, but now that I'm here and can actually hear the heartbeat-"

Rebekah paused and looked down towards Adria's stomach listening to the baby's heartbeat again. She smiled in genuine happiness for her sister-in-law.

"I'm so excited! I'm going to be an aunt!"

Adria could only mirror Rebekah's own happiness. As of late, the heretic could only think of how a baby would change the family, but being with Rebekah it reminded her of how amazing motherhood can be. A chance to take back what was taken from her.

"Still here you know," Erik piped up interrupting the moment.

Adria turned to her little brother and smiled "How could I forget?"

"What's a man got to do to get a simple, 'Hi brother, long time no see' around here?"

"Nothing," Adria stated throwing her arms around her younger brother who returned the hug. "I've missed your annoying ass as well."

"Thanks sis, oh and congratulations. I'm happy for you, even if it is with that scum bag."

Adria rolled her eyes and turned back toward Rebekah as she spoke, "Now where is Elijah? I've been calling him all day."

"Take one guess," Adria sent her a look.

Rebekah scoffed and Erik groaned. "Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!"

Klaus opens the doors from the room he was occupying when Adria sent him away and entered the room. "Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?"

"They were very rude. Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends."

"I do have friends," Klaus shot back offended, "I have Adria. And Marcel."

"Wow, two friends in the span of a thousand years. You truly are a social butterfly, Nik," Rebekah says sarcastically.

Klaus ignores his sister's statement and continues on, "Back to Marcel. You remember him, don't you? Yes, of course you do. You and your husband were rather close with him. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you two."

"Well lucky for me, I don't care about Marcel's rules, so where is Elijah?" Erik asked Klaus. "You've already made my wife upset and I'd rather not add to that by having to give her your dead body because of your inability to be cooperative."

"Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I," Klaus said refusing to give Erik answers.

Erik slapped Klaus hard across the face. 

Rebekah and Adria both busted out laughing at Klaus' face and Erik only smirked satisfied. "I promised her I would do that if you did something idiotic. And you know me, I never break a promise."

Klaus looked ready to respond to this act against him but didn't knowing that Adria and Rebekah would personally kill him if he hurt Erik.

Erik ignored the death glares Klaus was sending him and sent another hard punch on Klaus' faces, knocking him to the ground. "And that's for knocking up my sister."

"Come on Rebekah," Erik grabbed Rebekah's hand and led them upstairs away from an angry Klaus.

"Your brother annoys me to know end, I should've ripped his bloody head off a thousand years ago," Klaus mutters rubbing his bruised cheek.

Adria uses her magic and blasts Klaus into the opposite wall, eliciting a loud groan to fall from his lips.

"Now that is no way to talk about my little brother is it," Adria teasingly asks, "Now get up you look pathetic."

"I-" Klaus' statement was cut short by the buzzing of his cell phone and he stands and moves to leave. Checking his reflection to make sure that he didn't look like he just got beat up by a ruthless pair of siblings.

"Where are you going?"

"It appears the day is not over yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel."

"I don't think so," Adria shut him down. If she had to stay home, then so did he.

"What?"

"Nik we are a team. Always have been and always will be. We cannot afford to break that now more than ever," Adria place a hand over her stomach, "Especially because you want to run off and play king. Either we do this together or not at all."

Klaus looked up at Adria, her words registering in his head. "Well what am I without my queen by my side?"

Adria's lips curved up, "Now that's more like it. Just give me a second to grab my knife."

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KLAUS DID NOT GIVE ADRIA A SECOND TO GRAB HER KNIFE. If there was one thing that Klaus knew about Adria and her knives, it was that it was never just one second. The brunette always spent far too long polishing and sharpening them and today was no different. So, Klaus left her.

The hybrid knew he would receive an earful from his best friend but decided to cross that bridge when it came. Instead, Klaus met up with Marcel and listened as he informed him of two dead tourists that he would have to deal with, all the while taking mental notes of Marcel's actions.

As the two were conversing, Klaus notices the blonde bartender, Camille, from last night that Marcel is strangely infatuated with.

"Excuse me, love. What's that you're studying?"

"Abnormal psychology."

"Abnormal psychology, well. Perhaps you could help me diagnose my friend over here," Klaus starts directing her attention to Marcel, "He's been a little bit depressed, can't keep his mind off a girl. He tells me she's a queen, fit for a king. I think he should cut his losses and move on. What's your professional opinion?"

Understanding the situation Camille simply tells Marcel, "Be a nice guy, and maybe the opportunity will present itself some day."

"How about tonight, nine o'clock? I'll meet you right here?"

"I'll take it under consideration," Camille says curtly before walking away.

"Mm, harsh."

"I daresay I've lost my touch. Or you've lost yours," Klaus chuckles.

Adria watched the whole interaction from afar. Even though she was left behind it didn't mean she would just not go. That would be absurd. She had left shortly after Klaus did, leaving Erik and Rebekah alone in the house, not even thinking about what the two were probably doing right now.

Adria instead directed all her attention onto being the best stalker she could possibly be - which wasn't too hard to do. A simple invisique under her breath and she was unnoticeable to everyone. 

Camille exited the bar and Adria approached her, compelling her for her house keys. Camille obeyed with no hesitation and Adria smirked to herself. She'd be back.

Klaus and Marcel eventually left the bar and made their way to an unpleasant looking garage where two unsuspecting tourists where to be welcomed into the world of the supernatural.

"Welcome to the land of the newly dead. I won't waste your time," Marcel faces Thierry, "I trust you filled them in?"

"To be honest, not much in the way of potential here."

"Yeah, well, I just lost six night-walkers. I got holes to fill. I'll keep this quick. That itch you feel? That's the need to feed coming on strong, a hunger for human blood. Drink it – you're a vampire. Don't – you die. Again. This time for good. Right here in a body bag," Marcel explained, "Hey, what do you think, cute dorky girl or gay best friend?"

"Dealer's choice," Klaus smirks. Adria smiles as well. That was one of their favorite games to play with their victims. It really spiced things up.

"Dealer's choice, okay. Whoever picks up this coin gets to live forever. The other one dies. Go!"

The two exchange worried glances, neither wanting to condemn the other to death, but the girl cracks and grabs the coin thinking she saved herself.

"Damn girl! I said, damn!" Marcel shouts.

"How could you!?" The boy says heartbroken at his friends betrayal.

"Get over it, Josh. It's not like I had a choice. You would've done the same thing, but you're such a little –"

Marcel snaps her neck to silence her. Adria beams down at him proudly. I really taught him well, she thinks to herself. 

"Let her die in cold storage. Got a thing about people who betray their own friends. C'mon. Let's go for a ride."

They moved to leave and Adria took that as her cue to exit as well. But the original still had two pieces of business to do before heading back home.

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"ADRIA GUNN - OR SHOULD I SAY MIKAELSON?" Marcel questions approaching the original from behind. After the group had left with the newbie-vamp Josh, Adria moved to a balcony where she was sure that Marcel would find her.

"Gunn. I'll always be a Gunn," Adria smiles softly to herself, not turning around to meet the gaze of Marcel.

"I should've known you would show up sooner or later. Wherever Klaus is, you're never far behind."

"I think you have it twisted Marcellus. Niklaus is the one who follows me around." 

"Last time I saw you, Royal Street was burning and you all were fleeing from the city from your parents," Marcel says harshly.

"We thought you were dead. But here you are, alive and well, and flourishing no less," Adria turns finally facing Marcel.

"Yeah I am, I got this city back on its feet, with no help from your family. Why are you here?"

Adria frowned, "Some witches told me of your presence and I came back for you. Isn't that reason enough?"

Marcel shook his head, "If you and your family really cared about me, then you would've came back centuries ago. But don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of why you're really back."

"I'm sure you will,"

"Look nostalgia's a blast and all, but I've got a city to run," Marcel says cutting the conversation short. He brushes past Adria and jumps over the balcony disappearing into the night.

"It was nice seeing you again Marcel," Adria smiled to herself. 

Recomposing herself after the much anticipated confrontation, Adria heads off to take care of her last piece of business.

The heretic ends up back at Rousseau's praying that the blonde bartender would magically remember what was forgotten and head back for it. And she was right. After ten minutes of waiting, the doors to the bar came busting open and a frantic Camille came bustling in.

"Keys, keys, keys, where did I leave those damn keys?"

"Looking for these," Adria steps forward holding Camille's 'stolen' keychain.

"Yes, oh my gosh, thank you so much," Camille answered thankfully. Just as she was about to leave her job again, it registered in her brain that she did not know this woman at all.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"No, but you will," Adria responds confidently.

"Oh um-" Camille starts confused and getting increasingly more worried.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that was weird. I was just here earlier and I saw you leave your keys so I waited hoping that you would come back for them and you did so, it all worked out," Adria lies.

"Thank you, you-uh you didn't have to do that," Camille says wanting more than anything to get away from this woman.

"I wanted too. What can I say, I'm a people pleaser. And I recently found out that I'm pregnant with my best friend's baby so my emotions are everywhere right now. And it doesn't help that my therapist just died too so, yea," Adria rambles hoping to confuse Camille anymore.

"What?"

"Sorry, sorry rambling. It's just I overheard that you were a therapist and I could use someone like you."

"Oh tha-that's great. No wait that's not great. I'm not a therapist, I just study psychology. Look now is not a good time, my mind is kind of scrambled at the moment, so if you'd like we can talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow won't work for me actually," Adria lied, feigning sadness. "But it's fine I guess."

"I'm sorry," Camille apologizes.

"No I'm sorry," Adria says walking closer to Camille, "I'm sorry for making you think that you had any choice in the matter."

Camille tries to leave the bar but is stopped by Adria pulling her in and compelling the bartender. 

"You will not run nor will you try to tell anyone of anything that just happened tonight. In fact you will forget this all happened. Instead, we will start over. I'm going to get your number, you are going to introduce yourself, and then you will go off into the night, only remembering this when I tell you. Ok?"

"Ok," Camille responds in a monotone, handing over her phone so that Adria can take her number.  When Adria hands the cell phone back, its as if a switch went off in Camille's head.

"Hi, I'm Camille, but you can call me Cami," the human recites in a friendly, unsuspecting manner.

"Nice to meet you Cami, I'm Adria."

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author's note: this chapter is all over the place and hella rushed. i just wanna get to the good stuff tbh.

question of the day: what is your zodiac sign? i'm a libra :)