Chapter 38* More is more surprises

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"Clark, someone will pick you up at the airport," Hayley said into the phone, her voice urgent. "Please hold on for a moment."

"Okay," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "I'll just stay here and get something to eat. I'm starving."

"Okay…" She hung up, and her voice echoed in my mind.

I walked to a café in the airport, the smell of greasy food enveloping me. Everything there was absurdly expensive—a simple sandwich cost an arm and a leg. But I swallowed my complaints along with my food, feeling my stomach settle as I waited.

About thirty minutes later, my phone vibrated. Riiing, riiing.

"Hello?" I answered, wiping my hands on my napkin.

"Clark, your transport has arrived," Hayley said. "It's a man, about six feet tall, brown hair… he's wearing a suit."

"Elijah Mikaelson?" I asked, almost without thinking.

"How do you know about him?!" she exclaimed, surprised.

"I don't know him personally, I've only heard about him," I replied, already spotting an elegant man in the distance, standing out among the crowd. "I see him now."

"Okay, I'll wait for you here. Bye," she said, quickly hanging up.

I walked up to him, my heart beating a little faster. "Hey, buddy, are you my transportation?" I held out my hand, trying to sound casual.

He measured me with a calm, penetrating gaze before shaking my hand firmly. "Yes, hello, boy. You're much younger than I imagined… but you're definitely a werewolf. Your scent is unmistakable. I'm Elijah." A slight smile curved his lips.

"Hahaha, yeah, all wolves have that wet dog smell, sorry. I'm Clark," I replied, laughing.

He smiled slightly, almost amused. "Let's not keep them waiting any longer."

"Sure," I agreed, following him to the car.

As we drove toward New Orleans, the silence inside the vehicle was broken only by the soft purr of the engine. I glanced at Elijah, his profile outlined against the window. "Tell me, Elijah, what's going on? Hayley said she's pregnant and the baby may or may not be mine. Is that right?"

He kept his eyes on the road for a moment before answering. "What she didn't mention is that there are two babies. It's impossible to know, at this point, which one belongs to whom."

"Two babies?!" I repeated, the shock hitting me like a punch. I'm screwed , I thought, my heart racing.

"Yes," he continued calmly. "Hayley said that in a single day, she was involved with two men. One was you, the other was my brother, Niklaus. After that, she was never with anyone else."

"Damn, I'm too young to be a father…" I muttered, rubbing my face with my hands.

He turned his head slightly, curious. "How old are you, boy?"

"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen next year."

"Are you underage?!" he exclaimed, his eyebrows rising.

"Yeah…" I admitted, shrugging.

"Understood," he said, and an awkward silence fell between us, hanging like a fog until we reached our destination—a cemetery, of all places.

"We're here," Elijah announced, parking the car.

"A cemetery?" I asked, frowning. "Wasn't there a better place to hide a pregnant woman?"

"Tell that to the witches, not me," he replied, in a dry tone.

We got out and took a few steps, the damp air heavy with the smell of earth and moss. Soon we reached a point where voices echoed, tense and loud.

"How dare you order me around?" a familiar voice shouted, sharp as a blade. "How dare you threaten me with what you thought was my weakness? This is a pathetic mistake. I will not listen to it again!"

"Niklaus," I said, my voice cutting through the tumult. "How long…"

He turned to me, his eyes flashing. "So you've arrived."

Elijah frowned. "What was going on here, Niklaus?"

Klaus didn't respond, and all eyes turned to me. Before I could say anything else, Hayley ran towards me, her arms wrapping around me in a tight hug. "Clark!"

"Hayley," I smiled, pulling back a little to look at her. "You look beautiful as always."

"Hmph," she huffed, but a slight smile escaped. "I know that."

I waved to the woman next to her. "Hello, Miss Witch."

She stared at me, eyes narrowed. "What are you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I've never felt so much magic gathered in a single person before," she said, her voice thick with awe.

Klaus watched me silently, while Hayley tilted her head. "Clark, are you a witch?"

Elijah remained silent, but his eyes studied me.

"Let's just say I have my secrets," I replied evasively. "Let's get on with what I came here for."

Klaus took a step forward, his voice sharp. "Do it quickly, witch, or I will kill you and end it all."

Sophie, the witch, took a small knife and collected some of my blood, then Klaus's. She placed both near Hayley, and the two red rivulets moved, snaking down to her belly.

She took a deep breath, her eyes wide. "It's true… they're both the babies' fathers."

Hayley exclaimed in disbelief. "How is this possible?!"

Klaus was silent, his face a mask of contained emotions.

And me? I could only think one thing: I'm screwed.