Chapter Two

As Vincent approached the three men standing in the compound, he could sense the tension and unease in the air.

Marcel, Elijah, and Klaus were engaged in a hushed, serious discussion, and Vincent knew immediately that they must have been talking about something significant.

He quickened his pace, eager to learn what had transpired in his absence. "Did you tell them?" Vincent asked, his gaze shifting between the trio.

Klaus' brow furrowed in confusion. "Tell them what?" he replied, his tone laced with the slightest hint of irritation.

Marcel let out a heavy sigh, his expression shifting to one of trepidation. "No, Vince, not yet, but now I will," he admitted, squaring his shoulders as he prepared to deliver whatever news he had been withholding.

Elijah's eyes narrowed, his keen intellect already piecing together the implications of Marcel's words.

"Tell us what, Marcel?" he pressed, his voice calm and measured, though the underlying current of concern was palpable.

With a deep breath, Marcel delivered the news that had been weighing heavily on him. "Jane is pregnant," he stated simply, the gravity of his words hanging in the air.

Klaus' reaction was immediate, his eyes widening in a mixture of disbelief and intrigue. "Jane? Who's that?" he demanded, his curiosity piqued.

Vincent stepped forward, ready to provide the necessary context. "Jane Villanueva," he explained, the name rolling off his tongue with a hint of reverence. "The virgin vampire," he added, as if that detail alone should have been enough to illuminate the significance of the situation.

Elijah's brow furrowed, his mind racing to process the implications. "The virgin vampire," he repeated, the words dripping with a sense of incredulity. "How is that possible?" he asked, his gaze shifting between Marcel and Vincent, searching for any semblance of an answer.

Marcel shook his head, his expression one of deep contemplation. "We don't know yet, but we think it has something to do with Esther," he replied, his tone laced with a mixture of concern and trepidation.

Klaus' eyes narrowed, his interest piqued by the mention of his mother's name. "What do you mean?" he pressed, his voice tinged with a hint of suspicion.

Vincent cleared his throat, ready to provide the additional details. "Recently, the witches have been taking young girls and performing rituals on them," he explained, his words measured and deliberate. "When I performed a spell on Jane, I found out that her memory was recently erased with magic."

The implications of Vincent's words were not lost on the group, and the air seemed to crackle with the weight of the revelation.

Klaus' brow furrowed, his mind racing to connect the dots. "So you think Esther made Jane pregnant? Why would she do that?" he asked, his tone laced with a mixture of confusion and wariness.

Marcel's expression darkened, his gaze shifting to the ground as he considered the possible motives behind Esther's actions. "Maybe as a peace offering," he suggested, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Vincent nodded, his own mind grappling with the potential reasoning behind Esther's seemingly inexplicable actions. "It could be she knows how important family is to Klaus," he offered, his words carefully chosen.

The group fell silent, each man lost in his own thoughts as they tried to make sense of the unfolding situation.

The implications were staggering, and the potential consequences were difficult to fathom.

A child born of a virgin vampire – the very concept seemed to defy the natural order of things, and the sense of foreboding that hung in the air was palpable.

Suddenly, a groan from the nearby building shattered the silence, drawing the attention of the four men.

They exchanged a quick glance, their curiosity piqued, and without a word, they made their way toward the source of the sound.

As they entered the dimly lit abscess building, their eyes fell upon the figure of a young woman, her wrists bound to a chair, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and disorientation.

Jane Villanueva, the virgin vampire, was clearly in distress, her normally vibrant features now pale and drawn.

Jane's eyes fluttered open, and she squinted against the flickering candlelight, her gaze darting around the room, taking in her unfamiliar surroundings.

Her head was pounding, and she felt as if she might faint at any moment, the weight of her situation bearing down on her with crushing intensity.

Mustering what little strength she had, Jane tugged at the restraints binding her wrists, her brow furrowing in frustration as they refused to yield.

Flicking her fingers towards a nearby vase, she willed it to shatter, but to her dismay, nothing happened. The vase remained intact, mocking her with its unwavering stillness.

A soft, almost taunting voice broke the silence, drawing Jane's attention to a dark-haired girl standing nearby. "I took your magic away," she said, her lips curling into a smirk. "Temporarily."

Jane glared at the girl, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of anger and fear. "And when do I get it back?" she demanded, her voice laced with a desperation that she fought to conceal.

The girl's expression darkened, and she slowly approached Jane, a syringe clutched in her hand.

"When Klaus agrees to our plans," she replied, her tone ominous.

Jane scoffed, her defiant spirit refusing to be broken.

"What makes you think he cares so much about me?" she retorted, her words dripping with a mixture of skepticism and bravado.

The girl's lips curled into a knowing smile, and she leaned in, her breath ghosting over Jane's face. "Oh, he does," she purred, her free hand caressing Jane's abdomen. "But he'll care about you even more when he finds out about the little muffin in your oven."

Jane's eyes widened in horror, and she strained against her bonds, a primal fury igniting within her.

"You stay away from my baby, bitch!" she exclaimed, her voice raw with a protective maternal instinct that surprised even her.

Before Jane could react, the door to the room swung open, and a familiar figure entered, her presence commanding the attention of all those present.

"Jane, the virgin vampire," Esther said, her voice dripping with a twisted sense of reverence. "I've heard so much about you. Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Jane's eyes narrowed, her expression contorting with a mixture of rage and disgust. "Esther, you crazy bitch. You did this to me?" she exclaimed, her words laced with a venom that surprised even the ancient witch.

Esther's lips curled into a serene smile, and she stepped closer to Jane, her movements graceful and deliberate.

"Yes, darling," she replied, her tone dripping with a twisted sense of affection.

"I swear to God, when I get my hands on you-" Jane's words were cut short as Esther suddenly plunged a sharp knife into her thigh, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the young vampire.

"Now, is that the way to talk to the grandmother of your unborn baby?" Esther purred, twisting the blade with a sickening sense of satisfaction.

Jane's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and horror, and she let out a strangled gasp. "Grandmother? Esther, I think being killed so many times has made you delusional," she managed, her voice laced with a hint of disbelief.

The dark-haired girl let out a soft chuckle, her amusement at the situation.

Esther's expression darkened, and she leaned in, her face mere inches from Jane's. "Do you know why I chose you to carry this child?" she asked, her voice dripping with a twisted sense of purpose.

Jane rolled her eyes, her defiant spirit refusing to be broken. "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me," she replied, her words laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Esther's lips curled into a sinister smile, and she straightened, her gaze sweeping over Jane's prone form. "You have a unique family history," she stated, her words measured and deliberate.

Jane's brow furrowed in confusion, and she tugged at her restraints, her frustration mounting. "Please, elaborate," she said, her tone dripping with a mixture of sarcasm and thinly veiled desperation.

Esther's expression darkened, and she took a step closer, her gaze intense and unyielding. "You are a Werewitchpyre," she declared, her words carrying a weight that seemed to reverberate through the room.

Jane's eyes widened in disbelief, and she let out a soft, incredulous scoff. "Werewitchpyre? Now you're just making things up," she retorted, her tone laced with a mixture of skepticism and confusion.

The dark-haired girl stepped forward, her expression serious and unwavering. "How do you think you can still use magic?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of condescension.

Jane's brow furrowed, and she shook her head, her mind racing to make sense of the revelations. "I don't have magic," she insisted, her words laced with a hint of desperation.

Esther's lips curled into a knowing smile, and she leaned in, her gaze piercing through Jane's defenses. "Yes, you do," she replied, her voice dripping with a twisted sense of certainty.

"You see, Jane, you are a Werewitchpyre," Esther continued, her words measured and deliberate. "A Hybrid Werewolf Witch Vampire With Godly Or Angelic Blood. The Werewitchpyre is an extremely rare supernatural being consisting of a plethora of paranormal genetics."

Jane's mind reeled, the implications of Esther's words washing over her in a dizzying wave. "So you got me pregnant to have a powerful baby," she said, the realization dawning on her like a heavy weight.

Esther's expression darkened, and she nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, because this child will be the one to destroy my children once and for all," she declared, her voice laced with a twisted sense of purpose.

The gravity of Esther's words hung in the air, and Jane felt a sense of overwhelming dread wash over her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the weight of her situation proved too much, and she slipped into the welcoming embrace of unconsciousness, her mind reeling from the revelations that had been thrust upon her.

As Jane's limp form slumped in the chair, the three men who had been observing the exchange from the shadows stepped forward, their expressions a mixture of shock, concern, and determination.

They had heard it all – the shocking revelations about Jane's true nature, Esther's twisted plans, and the impending threat that loomed over them all.

The fate of the Mikaelson family, and perhaps the entire supernatural world, now rested on their shoulders.

They knew that they had to act quickly before Esther's machinations could come to fruition. But as they exchanged a weighted glance, they also knew that the road ahead would be fraught with peril, and the stakes had never been higher.

The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: they would do whatever it took to protect Jane, her unborn child, and the delicate balance of power that hung in the balance.

The battle lines had been drawn, and the war for the fate of the supernatural world was about to begin.