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It was a nebulous night in New Orleans, as Elijah stood with the front door open, Katerina, now human, standing before him.
“Hello, Elijah,” she greeted.
“Katerina,” he greeted. “What has happened?”
“I was angry that you left and took it out on Elena. She shoved the cure down my throat. Now I’m dying of old age. I thought you should hear it from me. I also hoped you wouldn’t mind me staying here until I either die or find a way to live,” she summarized. “Please. I can’t protect myself now, whether I’m dying or not.”
He was silent, as he thought of what to do. This was her fault for going after Elena, as well as Elena’s for getting between them and shoving the cure down her throat. He couldn’t break his promise he made centuries ago to her though, even if she broke hers to him to never lie to him. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
“Of course. I will always protect you,” he replied.
He stepped aside, and she walked in. He then closed the door behind her and turned to look at her.
“You may share my room or pick a guest bedroom. I’ll bring you something to eat shortly.”
She gave a smile. “Thanks. I’ll share your room. It’ll make me feel safer with you around.”
He watched her go upstairs, and then went to the kitchen to get her something to eat.
She walked into his room and closed the door behind herself. She then layed down on his bed. Between the hitch hike here and dying of old age, she was tired and now felt warm. She closed her eyes, dozing off. Maybe sleep would give her the strength to carry on, because right now, she just wanted to sleep and maybe, or maybe not wake up. Dying was taking a toll on her.
When Elijah had finished getting her something to eat, he went to his room and stood outside the closed door.
“Katerina?” he called.
He waited for an answer, but when he didn’t get one, he walked in with the bowl of soup, closing the door behind himself, and walked over to his bed. He set the soup down on the end table and sat on her bedside. He then looked down at her. He knew she was dying and tired. He could see the wrinkles and a few strands of hair were on the verge of turning gray. He also could see that something else was wrong, because she was sweaty and warm. How could a strong, independent, fearless, intelligent, 500-year-old vampiress be beaten and outsmarted by her baby vampire doppelganger so easily? He never thought he’d ever see her human again, and so like her old self. He could see it. His Katerina was just below the surface. Maybe if he could save her life, he could bring his old Katerina back. Maybe.
He rested a gentle hand on her forehead. When he did, she was so warm that it was almost like a werewolf bite to a vampire.
“Katerina? Katerina,” he called gently.
She groaned softly, but didn’t awaken.
When he figured she wasn’t waking up anytime soon, he left the room to see the only witch that he trusted. He needed a witch to save her as quickly as possible. She was dying of old age and he figured that her body was fighting it, which was what was making her sick. Therefore, he needed a witch, as well as someone who could medically take care of her. That’s where Davina and Rebekah came in. He was sure that Rebekah wouldn’t kill her, as long as he cared for her.
As he left the house, he called Rebekah.
“Elijah,” she greeted.
“I need you to do me a favor,” he greeted back.
“What kind of favor?” she questioned.
“I need you to care for Katerina for me, while I go speak to Davina. Elena shoved the cure down her throat. Now, she’s dying of old age. She’s not in the best condition right now, so I don’t wish for her to be alone.”
“Fine. I’ll take care of her as you wish,” she replied, even though she didn’t like it. She despised Katherine, even more now than before, after getting the cure shoved down her throat, but she was doing this for Elijah. For some reason, she was somehow his happiness. Klaus had taken enough of hers that she didn’t want that to happen to him. Elijah deserved to be happy.
“Thank you, dear sister.”
They hung up, and he drove towards the New Orleans cemetery, while she headed for home.
A few minutes later, Rebekah walked inside and went upstairs.
Once she entered her elder brother’s room where she assumed she would be, she closed the door and saw that Katherine was indeed dying. She had some gray hair and wrinkles and looked very sick. Anyone who didn’t know her, wouldn’t believe that she was once a 500-year-old vampire, always one step ahead of the enemy, and hard to get a hold of to kill or try to kill.
She sighed and sat down on her bedside. She then looked down at her and felt her forehead. That’s when she knew that he was right. She was very sick. She took her hand away and went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.
A few moments later, she came back with it and sat back down on her bedside, before starting to damp the washcloth on her forehead.
Meanwhile, Davina was inside a mausoleum where the witches usually did magic, and pretty much lived at. She stood behind a table about to look through an old spell book, when she saw Elijah walk in.
She looked up when he walked in.
“Elijah,” she greeted. “What can I do for you?” He was the only Original she trusted and respected.
“I need you to do a favor for me,” he replied.
“And what kind of favor would that be?” she asked him, wary.
“Someone I dearly care for is dying of old age, because her doppelganger shoved the cure for vampirism down her throat. I need you to reverse the rapid aging if it’s possible,” he answered her.
“I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t promise you anything. I’m sure you already know that, though,” she replied, knowing what it was like to watch friends die, though in her experience, it was because of a war Klaus had started. She wanted to help Elijah, but she didn’t know how to if she couldn’t reverse the aging.
“Thank you, Davina. All I ask is that you do all you can to save her.”
“And I will,” she promised him.
She watched him leave, and then went to work to finding a solution.
Elijah stood at the threshold of his room, as Rebekah continued to cool her down with a wet washcloth.
Rebekah looked at her eldest brother.
“What did she say?” she asked him.
Elijah took a step inside his room.
“She’ll look for a way to reverse the aging, but she can’t promise anything.”
Hearing the answer, she felt sorry for him.
“I’m sorry. I know how much you love her,” she sympathized. She’d had to watch those she loved die in many ways before throughout the centuries, so she knew what her moral brother was feeling.
“Thank you. And thank you for caring for Katerina.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied.
“I assume there’s no change,” he stated.
“No. You’re right. If you want my opinion, Elijah, she needs to go to a hospital.”
“I may do that. Thank you, dear sister. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She got to her feet.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” she replied, before leaving.
Elijah watched her leave, before going to sit beside his Katerina. He looked down at her when he did, and rested a gentle hand on top of hers.
“I will save you, Katerina, if it’s the last thing I do. I won’t let anything happen to you, if I can help it. I promise you. You are still my Katerina. Always and forever.”
A week later, Elijah got a call from Davina, saying that she found something. She could reverse the aging, but needed him to bring her and something that belonged to her. And so he did.
In the end, the aging was reversed, and she and Elijah got back together.
“Hello, Elijah,” she greeted.
“Katerina,” he greeted. “What has happened?”
“I was angry that you left and took it out on Elena. She shoved the cure down my throat. Now I’m dying of old age. I thought you should hear it from me. I also hoped you wouldn’t mind me staying here until I either die or find a way to live,” she summarized. “Please. I can’t protect myself now, whether I’m dying or not.”
He was silent, as he thought of what to do. This was her fault for going after Elena, as well as Elena’s for getting between them and shoving the cure down her throat. He couldn’t break his promise he made centuries ago to her though, even if she broke hers to him to never lie to him. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
“Of course. I will always protect you,” he replied.
He stepped aside, and she walked in. He then closed the door behind her and turned to look at her.
“You may share my room or pick a guest bedroom. I’ll bring you something to eat shortly.”
She gave a smile. “Thanks. I’ll share your room. It’ll make me feel safer with you around.”
He watched her go upstairs, and then went to the kitchen to get her something to eat.
She walked into his room and closed the door behind herself. She then layed down on his bed. Between the hitch hike here and dying of old age, she was tired and now felt warm. She closed her eyes, dozing off. Maybe sleep would give her the strength to carry on, because right now, she just wanted to sleep and maybe, or maybe not wake up. Dying was taking a toll on her.
When Elijah had finished getting her something to eat, he went to his room and stood outside the closed door.
“Katerina?” he called.
He waited for an answer, but when he didn’t get one, he walked in with the bowl of soup, closing the door behind himself, and walked over to his bed. He set the soup down on the end table and sat on her bedside. He then looked down at her. He knew she was dying and tired. He could see the wrinkles and a few strands of hair were on the verge of turning gray. He also could see that something else was wrong, because she was sweaty and warm. How could a strong, independent, fearless, intelligent, 500-year-old vampiress be beaten and outsmarted by her baby vampire doppelganger so easily? He never thought he’d ever see her human again, and so like her old self. He could see it. His Katerina was just below the surface. Maybe if he could save her life, he could bring his old Katerina back. Maybe.
He rested a gentle hand on her forehead. When he did, she was so warm that it was almost like a werewolf bite to a vampire.
“Katerina? Katerina,” he called gently.
She groaned softly, but didn’t awaken.
When he figured she wasn’t waking up anytime soon, he left the room to see the only witch that he trusted. He needed a witch to save her as quickly as possible. She was dying of old age and he figured that her body was fighting it, which was what was making her sick. Therefore, he needed a witch, as well as someone who could medically take care of her. That’s where Davina and Rebekah came in. He was sure that Rebekah wouldn’t kill her, as long as he cared for her.
As he left the house, he called Rebekah.
“Elijah,” she greeted.
“I need you to do me a favor,” he greeted back.
“What kind of favor?” she questioned.
“I need you to care for Katerina for me, while I go speak to Davina. Elena shoved the cure down her throat. Now, she’s dying of old age. She’s not in the best condition right now, so I don’t wish for her to be alone.”
“Fine. I’ll take care of her as you wish,” she replied, even though she didn’t like it. She despised Katherine, even more now than before, after getting the cure shoved down her throat, but she was doing this for Elijah. For some reason, she was somehow his happiness. Klaus had taken enough of hers that she didn’t want that to happen to him. Elijah deserved to be happy.
“Thank you, dear sister.”
They hung up, and he drove towards the New Orleans cemetery, while she headed for home.
A few minutes later, Rebekah walked inside and went upstairs.
Once she entered her elder brother’s room where she assumed she would be, she closed the door and saw that Katherine was indeed dying. She had some gray hair and wrinkles and looked very sick. Anyone who didn’t know her, wouldn’t believe that she was once a 500-year-old vampire, always one step ahead of the enemy, and hard to get a hold of to kill or try to kill.
She sighed and sat down on her bedside. She then looked down at her and felt her forehead. That’s when she knew that he was right. She was very sick. She took her hand away and went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.
A few moments later, she came back with it and sat back down on her bedside, before starting to damp the washcloth on her forehead.
Meanwhile, Davina was inside a mausoleum where the witches usually did magic, and pretty much lived at. She stood behind a table about to look through an old spell book, when she saw Elijah walk in.
She looked up when he walked in.
“Elijah,” she greeted. “What can I do for you?” He was the only Original she trusted and respected.
“I need you to do a favor for me,” he replied.
“And what kind of favor would that be?” she asked him, wary.
“Someone I dearly care for is dying of old age, because her doppelganger shoved the cure for vampirism down her throat. I need you to reverse the rapid aging if it’s possible,” he answered her.
“I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t promise you anything. I’m sure you already know that, though,” she replied, knowing what it was like to watch friends die, though in her experience, it was because of a war Klaus had started. She wanted to help Elijah, but she didn’t know how to if she couldn’t reverse the aging.
“Thank you, Davina. All I ask is that you do all you can to save her.”
“And I will,” she promised him.
She watched him leave, and then went to work to finding a solution.
Elijah stood at the threshold of his room, as Rebekah continued to cool her down with a wet washcloth.
Rebekah looked at her eldest brother.
“What did she say?” she asked him.
Elijah took a step inside his room.
“She’ll look for a way to reverse the aging, but she can’t promise anything.”
Hearing the answer, she felt sorry for him.
“I’m sorry. I know how much you love her,” she sympathized. She’d had to watch those she loved die in many ways before throughout the centuries, so she knew what her moral brother was feeling.
“Thank you. And thank you for caring for Katerina.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied.
“I assume there’s no change,” he stated.
“No. You’re right. If you want my opinion, Elijah, she needs to go to a hospital.”
“I may do that. Thank you, dear sister. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She got to her feet.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” she replied, before leaving.
Elijah watched her leave, before going to sit beside his Katerina. He looked down at her when he did, and rested a gentle hand on top of hers.
“I will save you, Katerina, if it’s the last thing I do. I won’t let anything happen to you, if I can help it. I promise you. You are still my Katerina. Always and forever.”
A week later, Elijah got a call from Davina, saying that she found something. She could reverse the aging, but needed him to bring her and something that belonged to her. And so he did.
In the end, the aging was reversed, and she and Elijah got back together.
Self-Sacrifice
It was a dark night in New Orleans, as both Elijah and Klaus searched for Cami, but in different directions. The bartender was missing and Aurora was behind it.
Meanwhile, Cami was in danger of being killed by a guy in transition who had to feed to complete it. She knew it all too well. She backed up, trying to keep some distance between herself and the vampire in transition. He kept walking towards her, though. She knew she might not survive without help. Her only hope was for Klaus to find her in time.
A few minutes later, when she was on her back on the cement floor and trying to keep him from biting her, she heard a girl she didn’t recognize, and looked over to see her.
“Hey!” Katherine said to get his attention on herself. “Over here.”
He began to approach her, as the bartender got to her feet.
She looked at her.
“Run while you can and go find Elijah. I’m not going to get out of this, but you will. Tell him I forgive him and I love him.”
“Who are you?” Cami asked.
“Katherine. Now go,” she answered.
When she was safely out of there, she called Elijah to inform him of the situation and where she was, and once they had hung up, he raced at vamp-speed to save her.
A few minutes later, having heard everything, Klaus arrived and he took Cami home.
As soon as he arrived, Elijah ripped the vampire’s heart out who was feeding on his Katerina. No one hurt her and lived. He then caught her from hitting the cement floor. He gently pulled her into his arms and bit his wrist, putting it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to save her.
“Stay with me, Katerina,” he calmly said, but on the inside, he was begging for her to live. He didn’t want her to die, no matter what she was or had done. He only hoped that it would heal her, not knowing how she was human.
A few minutes later, he took his wrist away and it instantly healed. He then put her arm around his shoulders and got to his feet with her, before vanishing to take her home with him.
Once in his room with the door closed, he gently layed her down on his bed and sat on her bedside, hoping she would wake up very soon. He could only hope. Her wounds had healed, but she had lost a lot of blood.
As he waited, he rested a gentle hand on the side of her face and looked down at her.
Several hours later, she finally began to wake up, which relieved him, figuring that she would be okay.
Meanwhile, Cami was in danger of being killed by a guy in transition who had to feed to complete it. She knew it all too well. She backed up, trying to keep some distance between herself and the vampire in transition. He kept walking towards her, though. She knew she might not survive without help. Her only hope was for Klaus to find her in time.
A few minutes later, when she was on her back on the cement floor and trying to keep him from biting her, she heard a girl she didn’t recognize, and looked over to see her.
“Hey!” Katherine said to get his attention on herself. “Over here.”
He began to approach her, as the bartender got to her feet.
She looked at her.
“Run while you can and go find Elijah. I’m not going to get out of this, but you will. Tell him I forgive him and I love him.”
“Who are you?” Cami asked.
“Katherine. Now go,” she answered.
When she was safely out of there, she called Elijah to inform him of the situation and where she was, and once they had hung up, he raced at vamp-speed to save her.
A few minutes later, having heard everything, Klaus arrived and he took Cami home.
As soon as he arrived, Elijah ripped the vampire’s heart out who was feeding on his Katerina. No one hurt her and lived. He then caught her from hitting the cement floor. He gently pulled her into his arms and bit his wrist, putting it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to save her.
“Stay with me, Katerina,” he calmly said, but on the inside, he was begging for her to live. He didn’t want her to die, no matter what she was or had done. He only hoped that it would heal her, not knowing how she was human.
A few minutes later, he took his wrist away and it instantly healed. He then put her arm around his shoulders and got to his feet with her, before vanishing to take her home with him.
Once in his room with the door closed, he gently layed her down on his bed and sat on her bedside, hoping she would wake up very soon. He could only hope. Her wounds had healed, but she had lost a lot of blood.
As he waited, he rested a gentle hand on the side of her face and looked down at her.
Several hours later, she finally began to wake up, which relieved him, figuring that she would be okay.
Forgive and Forget
It was a dark night, as Elijah fought against the Hunters who had been hunting the wolves, though it wasn’t much of a fight. He was a vampire and they were just merely humans that needed stopped.
Meanwhile an injured Katherine, covered in blood with an ascendant in hand, appeared in the Bayou woods and, once she realized that she had finally escaped, she knew that she was in New Orleans. She took a step, aiming to start walking, needing help and knowing without it that she would soon die from her injuries, but she ended up staggering and having to try and keep from falling to the forest floor from weakness. Then everything went black for her.
After Elijah disposed of the bodies, he began to walk home through the woods, but smelling the scent of human blood, he stopped and, after hearing a slow heartbeat, he vanished to follow the scent trail and heartbeat, but soon he couldn’t hear anything from whoever it was.
A few moments later, he arrived at the scene, only to see a very injured Katerina.
“Katerina?” he said, surprised to see her in the same town as Niklaus.
He was instantly knelt beside her and gently pulled her into his arms and bit his wrist, putting it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to heal her wounds.
A few minutes later, after she had healed, he took his wrist away which instantly healed. He then gently layed her back down and started to try and revive her. He didn’t know why or how she was here or what had happened to her. All he knew was that the one person that he still loved, though he had left almost a year ago, had ended up in New Orleans one way or another. And after recent events, she was the only one he could trust. No matter how many times he had chosen family first, technically turning his back on her, she would never turn her back on him or backstab him or kill or curse someone he cared deeply about. The only thing that had made him leave was all her continuous lies. Lying was her only flaw when it came to him. She would never betray or manipulate him. And above all, they had loved each other for 500 years. That kind of love didn’t die after only a year.
After a few minutes, he finally heard a heartbeat and her breathing.
He sighed in relief and gently picked her up in his arms, heading back to the compound.
Once upstairs in his room, he gently layed her down in his bed and sat on her bedside, waiting for her to come to.
He rested a gentle hand on the side of her face and looked down at her.
“Katerina, can you hear me?” he called to her, hoping she would wake up soon.
An hour later, when she woke up, it relieved him.
She gave a smile, seeing him.
“Elijah.”
He smiled back.
“Katerina,” he greeted, before asking, “What has happened to you? You’re human.”
“I took my anger out on Elena after you left and she shoved the cure down my throat. After Silas drank the cure from me, I started aging and me being me, not wanting to die, went into Elena’s body, wanting to live just a little longer. After they found out, Stefan killed me. Somehow, when he killed me, I was sent to the 1994 prison world where I ran into Kai. What you saw when you found me is Kai’s doing. That’s not the best part. Klaus knew I was human and dying, but judging from your face, he never told you. I assume Caroline told him not to come torment me on my deathbed though, since he never came by,” she explained.
Knowing Klaus had known, it infuriated him. It didn’t surprise him, though. His brother hated her with a dark passion.
“I’m sorry, Katerina,” was all he could say. All he could really do was to apologize for abandoning her and for Klaus going back to Mystic Falls to torment her on her deathbed. There wasn’t much he could do.
She rested a gentle hand on the side of his face.
“I know. You don’t need to apologize for Klaus and you weren’t there, because you didn’t know. All is forgiven.”
She gave a smile.
He looked at her, amazed at how much she had changed since her transformation back into a human.
Meanwhile an injured Katherine, covered in blood with an ascendant in hand, appeared in the Bayou woods and, once she realized that she had finally escaped, she knew that she was in New Orleans. She took a step, aiming to start walking, needing help and knowing without it that she would soon die from her injuries, but she ended up staggering and having to try and keep from falling to the forest floor from weakness. Then everything went black for her.
After Elijah disposed of the bodies, he began to walk home through the woods, but smelling the scent of human blood, he stopped and, after hearing a slow heartbeat, he vanished to follow the scent trail and heartbeat, but soon he couldn’t hear anything from whoever it was.
A few moments later, he arrived at the scene, only to see a very injured Katerina.
“Katerina?” he said, surprised to see her in the same town as Niklaus.
He was instantly knelt beside her and gently pulled her into his arms and bit his wrist, putting it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to heal her wounds.
A few minutes later, after she had healed, he took his wrist away which instantly healed. He then gently layed her back down and started to try and revive her. He didn’t know why or how she was here or what had happened to her. All he knew was that the one person that he still loved, though he had left almost a year ago, had ended up in New Orleans one way or another. And after recent events, she was the only one he could trust. No matter how many times he had chosen family first, technically turning his back on her, she would never turn her back on him or backstab him or kill or curse someone he cared deeply about. The only thing that had made him leave was all her continuous lies. Lying was her only flaw when it came to him. She would never betray or manipulate him. And above all, they had loved each other for 500 years. That kind of love didn’t die after only a year.
After a few minutes, he finally heard a heartbeat and her breathing.
He sighed in relief and gently picked her up in his arms, heading back to the compound.
Once upstairs in his room, he gently layed her down in his bed and sat on her bedside, waiting for her to come to.
He rested a gentle hand on the side of her face and looked down at her.
“Katerina, can you hear me?” he called to her, hoping she would wake up soon.
An hour later, when she woke up, it relieved him.
She gave a smile, seeing him.
“Elijah.”
He smiled back.
“Katerina,” he greeted, before asking, “What has happened to you? You’re human.”
“I took my anger out on Elena after you left and she shoved the cure down my throat. After Silas drank the cure from me, I started aging and me being me, not wanting to die, went into Elena’s body, wanting to live just a little longer. After they found out, Stefan killed me. Somehow, when he killed me, I was sent to the 1994 prison world where I ran into Kai. What you saw when you found me is Kai’s doing. That’s not the best part. Klaus knew I was human and dying, but judging from your face, he never told you. I assume Caroline told him not to come torment me on my deathbed though, since he never came by,” she explained.
Knowing Klaus had known, it infuriated him. It didn’t surprise him, though. His brother hated her with a dark passion.
“I’m sorry, Katerina,” was all he could say. All he could really do was to apologize for abandoning her and for Klaus going back to Mystic Falls to torment her on her deathbed. There wasn’t much he could do.
She rested a gentle hand on the side of his face.
“I know. You don’t need to apologize for Klaus and you weren’t there, because you didn’t know. All is forgiven.”
She gave a smile.
He looked at her, amazed at how much she had changed since her transformation back into a human.
Their New Beginning
It was a dismal night in New Orleans, as a human Katherine Pierce walked, heading for wherever Elijah was at. News traveled fast, so she knew that he no longer lived at the compound with his siblings. She also knew that Rebekah had left as well, so Klaus was alone. He was the only one staying at the Mikaelson compound as far as she knew.
Seeing a bar, she headed there, guessing that the bartender, Cami, would know where Elijah was living at.
Once inside, she stood at the bar, waiting for Cami to finish serving drinks.
When she finished, Cami went to her next.
“What can I get you?”
“Information. I need to know where Elijah is.”
“It depends on who’s asking.”
“Katherine Pierce. He and Klaus like calling me by my born name, though. Katerina. Elijah and I have History. We’ve been in love for 500 years, but I’m human now. I need his help if I’m to live. I’ve done things. If my enemies find out that I’m human, I have a price on my head. Please,” she summarized.
Realizing that she was telling the truth, she sighed before giving her the address.
“Thank you,” Katherine said, before leaving the bar and heading for Elijah’s.
Half an hour later, Katherine was on the doorstep of his place, which looked a lot like the old slave home Marcel had grown up in that had burned down, because of Celeste and those who had followed her.
She stood on his doorstep and knocked, hoping he would answer. It wasn’t like he had left her on the best of terms, after all.
A few minutes later, he opened it.
“What do you want?” he questioned, using that tone on her that he had used back in Pennsylvania.
“It’s a long story, but I’m human now. If word gets out, I’m dead. I need protection.”
“That’s your own fault, Katherine. Not mine. Go ask someone who cares."
“At least give me another chance. Please,” she almost begged him, but it was a request instead.
“I’m not ready to go through that again. You’ve caused enough harm to enough people. Just go home,” he said, before closing the door on her.
She silently walked away, not knowing why he was being this way. It wasn’t like him to turn down a plea for help. Especially, when it was her in need. What had happened for him to do this? He was like a stranger to her now.
As she walked, thoughts and memories flooded through her, as she tried to make sense of Elijah’s strange behavior.
After pushing her thoughts and memories away, she made herself inside an old abandoned building to lay down for the night. After coming back after some degree of torture, she was tired. She needed rest.
An hour later, Elijah had just left his place, when there was tremendous shaking of everything. He knew he had to find Katerina, realizing this was an earthquake and not a witch doing this.
Once he got a whiff of human blood; her blood, he followed it to an old abandoned building. After the earthquake, it looked unstable, but he went in anyway. It was Katerina. He’d die for her if it came down to it, whether he had forgiven her or not. He lost Gia. He couldn’t lose Katerina. And if she died in this disaster after he had been, for lack of a better word, a jerk, he’d never forgive himself.
After calling for her multiple times, he saw from a distance, her mostly buried. He could still see her head and right arm.
He was instantly knelt at her side.
He gently but quickly got her unburied and soon could see how injured she truly was.
As he looked down at her, he could see that there was blood on either side of her head, some other wounds here and there, and her lower stomach was also heavily bleeding. She was still alive, but was losing a lot of blood.
“Stay with me, Katerina,” he said, as he gently pulled her into his arms and got to his feet. He then blurred out of there and to the woods. He couldn’t exactly save her in the middle of chaos.
Once in the woods, he gently layed her down and took her jacket off to use to try and stop or slow the bleeding of her lower stomach, as her skin paled. He took his jacket off and used it as a pillow for her head.
As he applied pressure, she somewhat came to.
“Elijah?” she breathed.
He rested a hand on her forehead, while trying to stop the bleeding with his other hand.
“I’m here, Katerina,” he assured her. “Can you digest vampire blood?” he questioned.
“I don’t know,” she breathed, before everything went black for her again.
He gently pulled her into his arms, as her breathing became faint from all the blood loss. He then bit his wrist, putting it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to save her life.
A few minutes later, he took his wrist away, which instantly healed, but still held her close, waiting to see if it would heal her or if he had to get her to a hospital.
“Keep fighting, Katerina. Keep breathing. I need you, Katerina. I need you to heal and open your eyes for me. You fought for 500 years. Now, I need you to fight just a little longer, and open your eyes just one more time,” he said, hoping she could hear him.
A few minutes later he watched, as her wounds began to heal.
Relieved that she’d be okay, he gently pulled her into his arms and blurred home.
When she woke up, she was in his bed with him seated on her bedside.
She gave him a smile and he smiled back.
“I’m sorry, Katerina,” he apologized to her.
She knew what he was apologizing for.
“All is forgiven. I know a lot has happened.”
“I’ll protect you just as you need,” he promised, glad she had forgiven him. Maybe this was the start of their new relationship. They could start over without second guessing any of their intentions.
In the end, everyone was okay and Kat and Elijah got back together.
Seeing a bar, she headed there, guessing that the bartender, Cami, would know where Elijah was living at.
Once inside, she stood at the bar, waiting for Cami to finish serving drinks.
When she finished, Cami went to her next.
“What can I get you?”
“Information. I need to know where Elijah is.”
“It depends on who’s asking.”
“Katherine Pierce. He and Klaus like calling me by my born name, though. Katerina. Elijah and I have History. We’ve been in love for 500 years, but I’m human now. I need his help if I’m to live. I’ve done things. If my enemies find out that I’m human, I have a price on my head. Please,” she summarized.
Realizing that she was telling the truth, she sighed before giving her the address.
“Thank you,” Katherine said, before leaving the bar and heading for Elijah’s.
Half an hour later, Katherine was on the doorstep of his place, which looked a lot like the old slave home Marcel had grown up in that had burned down, because of Celeste and those who had followed her.
She stood on his doorstep and knocked, hoping he would answer. It wasn’t like he had left her on the best of terms, after all.
A few minutes later, he opened it.
“What do you want?” he questioned, using that tone on her that he had used back in Pennsylvania.
“It’s a long story, but I’m human now. If word gets out, I’m dead. I need protection.”
“That’s your own fault, Katherine. Not mine. Go ask someone who cares."
“At least give me another chance. Please,” she almost begged him, but it was a request instead.
“I’m not ready to go through that again. You’ve caused enough harm to enough people. Just go home,” he said, before closing the door on her.
She silently walked away, not knowing why he was being this way. It wasn’t like him to turn down a plea for help. Especially, when it was her in need. What had happened for him to do this? He was like a stranger to her now.
As she walked, thoughts and memories flooded through her, as she tried to make sense of Elijah’s strange behavior.
After pushing her thoughts and memories away, she made herself inside an old abandoned building to lay down for the night. After coming back after some degree of torture, she was tired. She needed rest.
An hour later, Elijah had just left his place, when there was tremendous shaking of everything. He knew he had to find Katerina, realizing this was an earthquake and not a witch doing this.
Once he got a whiff of human blood; her blood, he followed it to an old abandoned building. After the earthquake, it looked unstable, but he went in anyway. It was Katerina. He’d die for her if it came down to it, whether he had forgiven her or not. He lost Gia. He couldn’t lose Katerina. And if she died in this disaster after he had been, for lack of a better word, a jerk, he’d never forgive himself.
After calling for her multiple times, he saw from a distance, her mostly buried. He could still see her head and right arm.
He was instantly knelt at her side.
He gently but quickly got her unburied and soon could see how injured she truly was.
As he looked down at her, he could see that there was blood on either side of her head, some other wounds here and there, and her lower stomach was also heavily bleeding. She was still alive, but was losing a lot of blood.
“Stay with me, Katerina,” he said, as he gently pulled her into his arms and got to his feet. He then blurred out of there and to the woods. He couldn’t exactly save her in the middle of chaos.
Once in the woods, he gently layed her down and took her jacket off to use to try and stop or slow the bleeding of her lower stomach, as her skin paled. He took his jacket off and used it as a pillow for her head.
As he applied pressure, she somewhat came to.
“Elijah?” she breathed.
He rested a hand on her forehead, while trying to stop the bleeding with his other hand.
“I’m here, Katerina,” he assured her. “Can you digest vampire blood?” he questioned.
“I don’t know,” she breathed, before everything went black for her again.
He gently pulled her into his arms, as her breathing became faint from all the blood loss. He then bit his wrist, putting it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to save her life.
A few minutes later, he took his wrist away, which instantly healed, but still held her close, waiting to see if it would heal her or if he had to get her to a hospital.
“Keep fighting, Katerina. Keep breathing. I need you, Katerina. I need you to heal and open your eyes for me. You fought for 500 years. Now, I need you to fight just a little longer, and open your eyes just one more time,” he said, hoping she could hear him.
A few minutes later he watched, as her wounds began to heal.
Relieved that she’d be okay, he gently pulled her into his arms and blurred home.
When she woke up, she was in his bed with him seated on her bedside.
She gave him a smile and he smiled back.
“I’m sorry, Katerina,” he apologized to her.
She knew what he was apologizing for.
“All is forgiven. I know a lot has happened.”
“I’ll protect you just as you need,” he promised, glad she had forgiven him. Maybe this was the start of their new relationship. They could start over without second guessing any of their intentions.
In the end, everyone was okay and Kat and Elijah got back together.
Holding Out For A Hero (Kalijah)
Where have all the good men gone
And where are the Gods?
Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery seed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
It was a dark night in New Orleans, as Katherine walked, in search of Elijah. She needed his help, since he was the only Mikaelson who would help her in her time of need. Klaus would kill her, and Rebekah despised her, and she had never met any of their siblings; Kol and Finn. She needed help, because she had just escaped from the 1994 prison world from Kai, but he had done a number on her. She was in such horrific shape that her vision was blurry and tunnel-like. She used a hand to try and stay on her feet by using her hand to grip a wall of a building.
Cami left the bar after locking up for the night and headed down the desolate street, but stopped and approached a girl who looked like she could use some help.
“Do you need some help?” she asked, now in front of her, though it was a stupid question to ask. “What’s your name? Can I get anyone for you?”
“Katherine. I need Elijah,” the girl replied.
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There’s someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Elijah was in the bayou, heading home, when he got a call from Cami.
He answered after a few rings, wondering why she would be calling him at this late night hour.
“Camille,” he greeted her.
“Do you know anyone named Katherine? Apparently, she knows you.”
“Yes. Where is she?”
“Outside the bar. Hurry.”
“What has happened?”
“I don’t know. All I got out of her was her name and that she needed you. It looks like someone injured her. She’s lost a lot of blood.”
As she answered his question, he began to vamp speed towards where he knew the bar was at, knowing that when she said that she had lost a lot of blood, it meant that she was human. Despite everything, he would never wish death upon her. No matter what, he had to save her.
Up where the mountains meet the Heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there’s someone somewhere watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Upon arriving, he knelt at her side and gently pulled her into his arms. As he did so, Cami left. He bit his wrist and put it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to heal and save her.
A few minutes later, after her wounds had healed, he took it away. He then put her arm around his shoulders and got to his feet with her in his arms. He then headed to the compound, hoping she’d be okay.
Once in his room with the door closed, he gently layed her down in his bed and sat on her bedside, his hand in hers, his right hand resting on the side of her face. He didn’t want to lose her, but in her state, he didn’t know if she could hear him or not, so all he could do was stay at her side and hope for her to fight like she always had for 500 years.
She didn’t know how long she was out, but when she woke up, she was in his bed with him on her bedside, one hand on the side of her face and another in her hand.
He gave a smile and she smiled back.
“You’re awake,” he greeted. “What has happened to you?”
He took his hands away and she slowly sat up, before telling him everything.
In the end, she lived and they got back together.
And where are the Gods?
Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery seed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
It was a dark night in New Orleans, as Katherine walked, in search of Elijah. She needed his help, since he was the only Mikaelson who would help her in her time of need. Klaus would kill her, and Rebekah despised her, and she had never met any of their siblings; Kol and Finn. She needed help, because she had just escaped from the 1994 prison world from Kai, but he had done a number on her. She was in such horrific shape that her vision was blurry and tunnel-like. She used a hand to try and stay on her feet by using her hand to grip a wall of a building.
Cami left the bar after locking up for the night and headed down the desolate street, but stopped and approached a girl who looked like she could use some help.
“Do you need some help?” she asked, now in front of her, though it was a stupid question to ask. “What’s your name? Can I get anyone for you?”
“Katherine. I need Elijah,” the girl replied.
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There’s someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Elijah was in the bayou, heading home, when he got a call from Cami.
He answered after a few rings, wondering why she would be calling him at this late night hour.
“Camille,” he greeted her.
“Do you know anyone named Katherine? Apparently, she knows you.”
“Yes. Where is she?”
“Outside the bar. Hurry.”
“What has happened?”
“I don’t know. All I got out of her was her name and that she needed you. It looks like someone injured her. She’s lost a lot of blood.”
As she answered his question, he began to vamp speed towards where he knew the bar was at, knowing that when she said that she had lost a lot of blood, it meant that she was human. Despite everything, he would never wish death upon her. No matter what, he had to save her.
Up where the mountains meet the Heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there’s someone somewhere watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Upon arriving, he knelt at her side and gently pulled her into his arms. As he did so, Cami left. He bit his wrist and put it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to heal and save her.
A few minutes later, after her wounds had healed, he took it away. He then put her arm around his shoulders and got to his feet with her in his arms. He then headed to the compound, hoping she’d be okay.
Once in his room with the door closed, he gently layed her down in his bed and sat on her bedside, his hand in hers, his right hand resting on the side of her face. He didn’t want to lose her, but in her state, he didn’t know if she could hear him or not, so all he could do was stay at her side and hope for her to fight like she always had for 500 years.
She didn’t know how long she was out, but when she woke up, she was in his bed with him on her bedside, one hand on the side of her face and another in her hand.
He gave a smile and she smiled back.
“You’re awake,” he greeted. “What has happened to you?”
He took his hands away and she slowly sat up, before telling him everything.
In the end, she lived and they got back together.