The dim space was small and dank and held a certain resemblance to an old house near Mystic Falls-- one where witches spirits conveyed-- which made the already stressful situation more trying. Her captives seemed to enjoy putting her into what they perceived to be her place for in their eyes she was not the mother of vampiric royalty or the daughter of an angel, she was something which had strayed its course, something that was a means to their end. Elena’s perception of time until recently had been confused, her mind played tricks on and her ability to use her abilities hindered as she struggled to protect the life inside her. A life that some believed could change the course of what was to come and who Elena would die before she allowed to fall into the self-righteous and terroristic hands of the Warriors of Earth.
When the time came, a tense and dangerous labor proved the one event which could allow her mind, her body, her soul to break through her binds providing Kol, Klaus, and Celine with Elijah remaining with Hope and Hayley at Court under strict protection. The world had changed during and after the war, perceived safety proving less so. Yet as Elena struggled and screamed, blood rang out as those who had taken her paid their due until finally the cry of a child cut through silence.
Weakened arms held a boy close as Kol moved closer, Klaus and Celine falling backward as orders seemed barked for transport and hushed voices spoke on a phone. “We new you’d find us.” Elena began, one arm reaching out for Kol’s as the other held the baby tight. One thing was for certain, no matter what the future-- which she was positive was about to change once more for them-- held, no matter what trials they faced, they’d always find each other. “I thought of a name, Henry, Henry Thomas, after your brother and my father.”
