Ring Of Fire (Kalijah)

*American Gothic*



Love is a burning thing

And it makes a fiery ring

Bound by wild desire

I fell into a ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down down down and the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns the ring of fire

The ring of fire

I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down down down and the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns the ring of fire

The ring of fire



        “Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?” he asked her.

        “Of course you’re not a means of survival. You looked out for me, when I had no one. You’ve given me a second chance now, when no one else will.” She rested a hand on the side of his face. “I love you. Elijah.”

        He turned his head away and she put her hand down.

        “You don’t believe me,” she stated.

        He looked at her. “I want to. It’s my disease. I just keep wanting to believe you, but how can I when, at every turn, you give me a reason to doubt you? I don’t know you. I don’t think I ever will.”

        He began to walk away.

        She stood there for a moment, thinking about what he’d just said, before catching up with him and putting a hand on his arm.

        “Wait.”

        He looked at her hand on his arm and then her a couple times, so she let go of him, getting the hint. Then he looked at her.

        “Goodbye, Katherine.”

        She could only watch, as he walked away.



*1492- England*



The taste of love is sweet

When hearts like ours meet

I fell for you like a child

Oh, but the fire went wild

I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down down down and the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns the ring of fire

The ring of fire



        It was a beautiful day with a soft breeze blowing, as Katerina sat on a cement bench outside, Elijah seated beside her, as they discussed love.

        “True love is not real, unless it is returned. Do you agree?” she said, looking at him.

        “I do not believe in love, Katerina,” he lied, needing to not fall for her. If he fell for her, he wouldn’t be able to help Klaus break the curse set upon him, which involved her death.

        “That is too sad for me to accept, my Lord. If we cease to believe in love, then why would we want to live?” she replied, not believing him.



*American Gothic*



I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down down down and the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns the ring of fire

The ring of fire

And it burns, burns, burns the ring of fire



        That night, she found him and went to stand in front of him where he was on a sidewalk.

        “What do you want?”

        “To tell you that you’re right. I’ve spent so much time running and lying just to survive, I—I’m starting to believe my own lies. I don’t even remember who I was when we first met. And I want to find out.” She took a box out of her purse.

        “You have the cure,” he stated.

        “Yes. And I can shove this down Klaus’ throat and try to kill him, but even if I managed to do it, I’d lose you. And I don’t want to happen.” She set the vial of the cure in his hand and put his empty hand on top of the hand that held the cure with her hands around his. “I want you to trust me. I need you to trust me. Just like I’m trusting you.” She took her hands away. “You don’t owe me anything. I’m going to let you decide where we go from here.”

        He watched, as she walked away and then looked down at the cure in his hand.



The ring of fire

The ring of fire

The ring of fire

The ring of fire



        Later that night, Elijah stood in front of her at the Mikaelson place in Mystic Falls. He loved her, but he couldn’t trust someone that would lie to him like she had today. He hated what he was about to do. He’d promised to protect her all those centuries ago, but he was so tired of figuring out if she was telling the truth or not. He was about to do the one thing that he hated to do to her. He had to leave to go help Klaus in New Orleans. He couldn’t stay and family always came first for him. He always had to sacrifice love for family, no matter what. He always stood by his family because of their vow centuries ago; always and forever.

        “It’s our turn, Elijah. Please,” she pleaded, when he’d told her that he was leaving to go help Klaus out.

        “Katerina.” He rested a hand on the side of her face and then took it away and kissed her on the forehead. “Goodbye, Katerina.” Then he was gone.