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Titanium (Kalijah)
*American Gothic*
You shout it loud
But I can’t hear a word you say
I’m talking loud
Not saying much
I’m criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I’m bullet proof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochets, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
It was a beautiful day, as she stood in front of him in an alleyway in Pennsylvania.
“Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?” he questioned and accused.
“No. 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. I love you.” She rested a hand on the side of his face. “Elijah.”
He turned his face away.
“You don’t believe me.” She put her hand down.
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 turned around and began to walk away from her.
She stood there for a moment, before catching up with him and putting a hand on his arm, making him stop.
“Wait,” she said.
He looked at her hand that was on his arm, her, then her hand again, and then her again.
She got the hint and let go.
“Goodbye, Katherine.”
She could only watch, as he left her there, alone.
That night, she met up with him on a sidewalk, when he was on his way to go find his car so he could leave town.
He tried to pass, but she stood in front of him.
“Wait.”
“What do you want?” he questioned in a tone that said that he didn’t want to talk to her right now. He was irritated with her and frustrated. He didn’t know what to think right now about her intentions.
“To tell you that you’re right. I’ve spent so much time running and lying just to survive that 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 out a box from her purse.
“You have the cure,” he realized.
“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 vial of the cure in his hand. “I want you to trust me. I need 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 silently watched, as she walked away.
*Mystic Falls-Mikaelson Mansion*
Cut me down
But it’s you who’ll have further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love
Raise your voice
Stick and stones
May break my bones
I’m talking loud
Not saying much
I’m bullet proof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochets, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
It was a dismal night, as they stood in front of each other in a bedroom in the Mikaelson place. Elijah had just informed her that he was leaving town to help Klaus in New Orleans with the witches. Her plan of getting Klaus out of town had worked, but she had hoped with Klaus out of town that she and Elijah could have a chance together. She was wrong.
“Elijah, please. It’s our turn,” she pleaded with him, trying to make him see reason.
“Katerina,” he said. He kissed her on the forehead. “Goodbye, Katerina.”
A moment later, he was gone.
She stood there, hurt and feeling alone and once again, abandoned. He’d once again, chosen Klaus over her.
*Tomb*
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
Stone hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who rise
Stone hard, as bulletproof glass
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
Katherine attempted to blur out of the tomb, but Elijah blurred in front of her, keeping her from leaving.
“Stay here until I tell you otherwise,” he compelled her.
She had no choice, so she stayed.
She watched, as he left.
*I Know What You Did Last Summer*
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
Elijah was driving, having just arrived back in town, having found out what had happened to Katerina. He was coming back for her, knowing that she had loved being a vampire and as a human, she was most likely afraid and alone and probably even paranoid. He was here to protect her. As he had once said to Stefan before he’d found out that she’d lied to him a year ago, if anything happened to Katerina, there would be consequences. Those responsible would not like those consequences. In this case, Elena would be one of those responsible, knowing that she had shoved the cure down Katerina’s throat. If anything happened to Katerina, he would be coming for Elena and anyone else that were responsible for what had happened to Katerina. Whether he’d left or not, he still loved her, no matter what.
He stopped driving and got out, spotting her limping down the road, clearly injured.
He blurred behind her and put a hand on her arm gently.
She stopped, feeling a hand on her arm.
“Katerina,” he said.
She turned around to look at him, knowing that voice anywhere. Clearly, he was here to help her. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t here to help her. She knew him too well. He must’ve found out that she was human. Probably from Caroline. She was the only person she could think of that would tell Elijah about it. She knew Damon wouldn’t call him and neither would Stefan and definitely not the others. It had to have been Caroline.
He rested a hand on the side of her face and took his hand from her arm, looking at her, assessing her injuries.
“Elijah,” she greeted. She was happy to see him, despite the last time they’d seen each other. She’d been through hell for the whole summer. She sucked as a human, so she was happy that he was here to help her. Otherwise, she knew she’d end up in supernatural danger that she couldn’t get herself out of.
She started to feel her injuries finally, knowing that with Elijah only, she could show her true self, no matter what her true self was or felt, she realized how injured she was.
He took his hand away from her face and caught her, when she lost her balance, before she could hit the ground. He then gently picked her up in his arms and she weakly wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes, feeling weak and tired.
He went back to his car and gently set her in the passenger seat and then began to drive to the hospital, not wanting to try his blood. She was the first person to ever take the cure. He didn’t know if she could digest it, so he wasn’t taking that risk.
Five hours later, after surgery, he was seated on her bedside, waiting for her to come to. He was relieved that she’d be okay.
You shout it loud
But I can’t hear a word you say
I’m talking loud
Not saying much
I’m criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up
I’m bullet proof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochets, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
It was a beautiful day, as she stood in front of him in an alleyway in Pennsylvania.
“Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?” he questioned and accused.
“No. 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. I love you.” She rested a hand on the side of his face. “Elijah.”
He turned his face away.
“You don’t believe me.” She put her hand down.
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 turned around and began to walk away from her.
She stood there for a moment, before catching up with him and putting a hand on his arm, making him stop.
“Wait,” she said.
He looked at her hand that was on his arm, her, then her hand again, and then her again.
She got the hint and let go.
“Goodbye, Katherine.”
She could only watch, as he left her there, alone.
That night, she met up with him on a sidewalk, when he was on his way to go find his car so he could leave town.
He tried to pass, but she stood in front of him.
“Wait.”
“What do you want?” he questioned in a tone that said that he didn’t want to talk to her right now. He was irritated with her and frustrated. He didn’t know what to think right now about her intentions.
“To tell you that you’re right. I’ve spent so much time running and lying just to survive that 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 out a box from her purse.
“You have the cure,” he realized.
“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 vial of the cure in his hand. “I want you to trust me. I need 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 silently watched, as she walked away.
*Mystic Falls-Mikaelson Mansion*
Cut me down
But it’s you who’ll have further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love
Raise your voice
Stick and stones
May break my bones
I’m talking loud
Not saying much
I’m bullet proof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochets, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
It was a dismal night, as they stood in front of each other in a bedroom in the Mikaelson place. Elijah had just informed her that he was leaving town to help Klaus in New Orleans with the witches. Her plan of getting Klaus out of town had worked, but she had hoped with Klaus out of town that she and Elijah could have a chance together. She was wrong.
“Elijah, please. It’s our turn,” she pleaded with him, trying to make him see reason.
“Katerina,” he said. He kissed her on the forehead. “Goodbye, Katerina.”
A moment later, he was gone.
She stood there, hurt and feeling alone and once again, abandoned. He’d once again, chosen Klaus over her.
*Tomb*
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
Stone hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who rise
Stone hard, as bulletproof glass
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
Katherine attempted to blur out of the tomb, but Elijah blurred in front of her, keeping her from leaving.
“Stay here until I tell you otherwise,” he compelled her.
She had no choice, so she stayed.
She watched, as he left.
*I Know What You Did Last Summer*
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
Elijah was driving, having just arrived back in town, having found out what had happened to Katerina. He was coming back for her, knowing that she had loved being a vampire and as a human, she was most likely afraid and alone and probably even paranoid. He was here to protect her. As he had once said to Stefan before he’d found out that she’d lied to him a year ago, if anything happened to Katerina, there would be consequences. Those responsible would not like those consequences. In this case, Elena would be one of those responsible, knowing that she had shoved the cure down Katerina’s throat. If anything happened to Katerina, he would be coming for Elena and anyone else that were responsible for what had happened to Katerina. Whether he’d left or not, he still loved her, no matter what.
He stopped driving and got out, spotting her limping down the road, clearly injured.
He blurred behind her and put a hand on her arm gently.
She stopped, feeling a hand on her arm.
“Katerina,” he said.
She turned around to look at him, knowing that voice anywhere. Clearly, he was here to help her. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t here to help her. She knew him too well. He must’ve found out that she was human. Probably from Caroline. She was the only person she could think of that would tell Elijah about it. She knew Damon wouldn’t call him and neither would Stefan and definitely not the others. It had to have been Caroline.
He rested a hand on the side of her face and took his hand from her arm, looking at her, assessing her injuries.
“Elijah,” she greeted. She was happy to see him, despite the last time they’d seen each other. She’d been through hell for the whole summer. She sucked as a human, so she was happy that he was here to help her. Otherwise, she knew she’d end up in supernatural danger that she couldn’t get herself out of.
She started to feel her injuries finally, knowing that with Elijah only, she could show her true self, no matter what her true self was or felt, she realized how injured she was.
He took his hand away from her face and caught her, when she lost her balance, before she could hit the ground. He then gently picked her up in his arms and she weakly wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes, feeling weak and tired.
He went back to his car and gently set her in the passenger seat and then began to drive to the hospital, not wanting to try his blood. She was the first person to ever take the cure. He didn’t know if she could digest it, so he wasn’t taking that risk.
Five hours later, after surgery, he was seated on her bedside, waiting for her to come to. He was relieved that she’d be okay.
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