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Hard To Love (Kalijah)
*American Gothic*
I am insensitive, I have a tendency
To pay more attention to the things I need
Sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust
Sometimes I don’t know why you stay with me
It was a beautiful day in an alleyway in Pennsylvania, as Katherine and Elijah stood in front of each other.
“Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?”
“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.” She put her hand down when he looked away. “You don’t believe me.”
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. Goodbye, Katherine.” He walked away from her.
I’m hard to love, hard to love
No, I don’t make it easy
I couldn’t do it if I stood where you stood
I’m hard to love, hard to love
You say that you need me
I don’t deserve it but I love that you love me, good
Katherine walked up to him that night, purse slung over her shoulder.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“To tell you that you’re right. I’ve spent so much time running and lying that I don’t—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 black 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 that to happen.” She set the cure in his hand. “I need you to trust me. I want you to trust me. Just like I’m trusting you. You don’t owe me anything. I’m going to let you decide where we go from here.”
He watched, as she walked away.
*Chicago 1945*
I am a short fuse, I am a wrecking ball
Crashing into your heart like I do
You’re like a Sunday morning, full of grace and full of Jesus
I wish I could be more like you
I’m hard to love, hard to love
No, I don’t make it easy
I couldn’t do it if I stood where you stood
I’m hard to love, hard to love
You say that you need me
I don’t deserve it, but I love that you love me, good
Love me, good
After finding out that Katerina had been taken when they were supposed to meet up, Elijah went in search of her which led him to an abandoned warehouse. He didn’t care why she’d been taken, but did care that she had been. If anything happened to Katerina, whoever took her would pay with their lives.
He entered the warehouse after ripping out the vampires’ hearts outside.
He blurred in front of her where she sat in a chair tied to it with vervain ropes. He could tell that she was weak, which he understood due to the vervain ropes. It would also weaken a vampire if the vervain was digested or injected.
He snapped the ropes in two, ignoring the pain, and got to his feet with her gently in his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, weak, but also not needing to say anything. They were so close and understanding with each other that they didn’t need to say anything.
*Present Day*
Girl, you’ve given me a million chances
And I don’t wanna take you for granted
I’m just a man, I’m just a man
I’m hard to love, hard to love
Oh, no, I don’t make it easy
And I couldn’t do it if I stood where you stood
I’m hard to love, hard to love
And you say that you need me
I don’t deserve it, but I love that you love me, good
You love me, good
You love me, good
Elijah was walking home from the only bar in town, but stopped when he smelled the mixed scents of human, Katerina, and blood. Wondering why she’d be in the same town as Klaus or even him, he followed the scents to a wrecked and on fire car with a clearly human Katerina still inside.
He blurred to her side of the car and forced the door open. He then blurred a distance away with her and gently layed her down on the ground.
“Katerina.”
She coughed, able to breathe again.
He sighed in relief, glad she was okay.
I am insensitive, I have a tendency
To pay more attention to the things I need
Sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust
Sometimes I don’t know why you stay with me
It was a beautiful day in an alleyway in Pennsylvania, as Katherine and Elijah stood in front of each other.
“Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?”
“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.” She put her hand down when he looked away. “You don’t believe me.”
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. Goodbye, Katherine.” He walked away from her.
I’m hard to love, hard to love
No, I don’t make it easy
I couldn’t do it if I stood where you stood
I’m hard to love, hard to love
You say that you need me
I don’t deserve it but I love that you love me, good
Katherine walked up to him that night, purse slung over her shoulder.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“To tell you that you’re right. I’ve spent so much time running and lying that I don’t—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 black 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 that to happen.” She set the cure in his hand. “I need you to trust me. I want you to trust me. Just like I’m trusting you. You don’t owe me anything. I’m going to let you decide where we go from here.”
He watched, as she walked away.
*Chicago 1945*
I am a short fuse, I am a wrecking ball
Crashing into your heart like I do
You’re like a Sunday morning, full of grace and full of Jesus
I wish I could be more like you
I’m hard to love, hard to love
No, I don’t make it easy
I couldn’t do it if I stood where you stood
I’m hard to love, hard to love
You say that you need me
I don’t deserve it, but I love that you love me, good
Love me, good
After finding out that Katerina had been taken when they were supposed to meet up, Elijah went in search of her which led him to an abandoned warehouse. He didn’t care why she’d been taken, but did care that she had been. If anything happened to Katerina, whoever took her would pay with their lives.
He entered the warehouse after ripping out the vampires’ hearts outside.
He blurred in front of her where she sat in a chair tied to it with vervain ropes. He could tell that she was weak, which he understood due to the vervain ropes. It would also weaken a vampire if the vervain was digested or injected.
He snapped the ropes in two, ignoring the pain, and got to his feet with her gently in his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, weak, but also not needing to say anything. They were so close and understanding with each other that they didn’t need to say anything.
*Present Day*
Girl, you’ve given me a million chances
And I don’t wanna take you for granted
I’m just a man, I’m just a man
I’m hard to love, hard to love
Oh, no, I don’t make it easy
And I couldn’t do it if I stood where you stood
I’m hard to love, hard to love
And you say that you need me
I don’t deserve it, but I love that you love me, good
You love me, good
You love me, good
Elijah was walking home from the only bar in town, but stopped when he smelled the mixed scents of human, Katerina, and blood. Wondering why she’d be in the same town as Klaus or even him, he followed the scents to a wrecked and on fire car with a clearly human Katerina still inside.
He blurred to her side of the car and forced the door open. He then blurred a distance away with her and gently layed her down on the ground.
“Katerina.”
She coughed, able to breathe again.
He sighed in relief, glad she was okay.
0 | Aug 18th 2019 08:18