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Open To All || The Unborn Verse

    Ziva looked out the window, her eyes looking as tired as the rest of her. Her clothes were baggy, hanging off her lifelessly despite the fact that she was hiding her gradually expanding abdomen beneath them. This dybbuk was winning the fight and she did not know how long she could withstand this. When a car pulled into her driveway, the Israeli furrowed her brows before exiting the home and standing on the porch. 

                         "What are you doing here?" 

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The Dybbuk Inside || Dybbuk!Verse || Closed

thetorturedsoulofahybridsireking 

                When he found her, she was breaking a mirror. Pieces fell to the ground, shattering as they did so, creating more of a mess. Though, this was not what Ziva cared about. She just knew she had to break them all. As she swung the hammer to break another, the possessed and pregnant Israeli felt Klaus' hand gripping it. 

                                         "Let go! I have to do this!" 

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Jordan & Aliyah Mikaelson-David 

i'm so not crying about how much they look like Zaus babies nope

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What I imagine Ziva and Klaus' twin daughters would look like :3 

Aliyah Shalom and Jordan Shiloh <3 

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Dybbuk || The Unborn Verse || Open

Pacing, that's all she did. Pacing back and forth, as if she were purposefully trying to ware an indention permanently into the floor. She looked sick. Ziva David was once a vibrant individual. Full cheeks, iridescent brown eyes, full cheeks, rose colored lips. However, all of that had changed within a matter of a few months. Now that very same face held eyes partially blue and partially brown but lacking the effervescence they once had. Her cheeks were hallowed, her cheek bones jutting out. Her lips were no longer pink, but pale and cracked.

Continuing to pace, Ziva's hand interlaced and shaking. Swallowing hard, she paused at the only mirror left in the place. The only one she had not broken showed a reflection of a withered husk of a woman. Looking down, she noted the barely-there existence of a roundness that had become of her abdomen. This... this was where the dybbuk now resided. Nausea filled her at the thought of such a demonic entity taking route there. Shaking her head, Ziva broke the trance before resuming her incessant pacing. However, she had not counted on someone coming in, watching her as she paced about fervently.

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Dybbuk || The Unborn Verse || TheDaggeredVampire

      She sat on the couch in the living room, looking at the fireplace. Her eyes fixated on each brick as she thought about the last few months and the transpiring events. The nightmares, the visions, her eyes becoming tinted with blue though naturally brown… among other things. She did not know how to handle it. However, the thing she could not cope with most… was this pregnancy. Like her and her never-born brother, Ziva David was carrying twins. Though, these twins were unlike any other. 

     Not long ago, Ziva had met the woman whom claimed to be her grandmother. She had warned her of something the Israeli thought was merely Jewish mythology. A dybbuk. She was not unfamiliar with it, or the story behind it. But, part of her just could not let go of the disbelief. Earlier that day, she had visited the old woman, told her of the discovery. It was then when she was told of the malicious being. Told about the mirrors, she contemplated breaking them as instructed, wrapping her left hand around the Hand of Miriam Star of David which dangled around her neck. 

     Looking down at her abdomen, Ziva frowned as her left hand found her flat stomach. Choking back tears, she licked her dry lips before standing to her feet. She often wondered why she had so many mirrors in this home. Swallowing again, she went out into the garage, and grabbed a large hammer her older half brother left behind. Taking it into the house, the foreigner broke every mirror as instructed and moments after tossing the pieces into the burning fireplace, there was a knock on the door. She had no idea that it would be Davina. Ziva scuffled to the door, not really in the mood for company. 

     A once lively and vibrant face was now tired and dull, this dybbuk changing her already… from within. Her eyes were getting worse by the day, now one almost entirely blue. “Rebekah,” Ziva murmured in response to the sight of the Original vampire. “I was not expecting you.” 

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Dybbuk || The Unborn Verse || jenniferlamontagnes

       She sat on the couch in the living room, looking at the fireplace. Her eyes fixated on each brick as she thought about the last few months and the transpiring events. The nightmares, the visions, her eyes becoming tinted with blue though naturally brown… among other things. She did not know how to handle it. However, the thing she could not cope with most… was this pregnancy. Like her and her never-born brother, Ziva David was carrying twins. Though, these twins were unlike any other. 

     Not long ago, Ziva had met the woman whom claimed to be her grandmother. She had warned her of something the Israeli thought was merely Jewish mythology. A dybbuk. She was not unfamiliar with it, or the story behind it. But, part of her just could not let go of the disbelief. Earlier that day, she had visited the old woman, told her of the discovery. It was then when she was told of the malicious being. Told about the mirrors, she contemplated breaking them as instructed, wrapping her left hand around the Hand of Miriam Star of David which dangled around her neck. 

     Looking down at her abdomen, Ziva frowned as her left hand found her flat stomach. Choking back tears, she licked her dry lips before standing to her feet. She often wondered why she had so many mirrors in this home. Swallowing again, she went out into the garage, and grabbed a large hammer her older half brother left behind. Taking it into the house, the foreigner broke every mirror as instructed and moments after tossing the pieces into the burning fireplace, there was a knock on the door. She had no idea that it would be Jennifer Jareau. Ziva scuffled to the door, not really in the mood for company. 

     A once lively and vibrant face was now tired and dull, this dybbuk changing her already… from within. Her eyes were getting worse by the day, now one almost entirely blue. “JJ,” Ziva murmured in response to the sight of the agent. “I was not expecting you.”