If I Die Young (Kalijah)

If I die young

Bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river

At dawn

Send me away with words of a love song



        It was a dark night in New Orleans, as Elijah Mikaelson got ready to leave Mystic Falls, Virginia to try and save Katerina Petrova, his love of 500 years. It didn’t matter that he had broken up with her. He still was very much in love with her, and his love could never die. He had done everything for her, but she wasn’t who she used to be anymore. Last time he had seen her, she had lied to him, yet again. That had been enough for him, and he had walked away. Even though he had hope for her, he needed to be there for his family, so he had left her in Mystic Falls. She had been a vampire when he had broken up with her. He had just heard from Mystic Falls though, that she was human and had taken a tragic turn for the worse. He may have broken up with her, but he knew he had to save her, no matter what. It was his flaw. He saw something or someone that needed fixed, and he couldn’t help but try and fix it or that someone. Even though it was Katerina’s fault for becoming human, it wasn’t her fault for dying of old age. No matter what, she didn’t deserve this. No one did. He hoped that he wasn’t too late to save her. He still loved her, after all.





        When he entered the Salvatore boarding house and found his way to the room she was in, he knew she didn’t have much time left. She was weak from dying and he saw Damon on her bedside, tormenting her in her head. He wanted to rip his heart out, but he didn’t. He was better than that.

        He walked in.

        “Enough.”

        Damon stopped and turned around to see Elijah, now on his feet.

        “Who called you?” he asked.

        “Someone named Nadia. Now, if you’d be so kind as to leave, I won’t harm you for tormenting her on her deathbed.”

        Damon left, and Elijah went to sit on her bedside.

        He took her hand in his and looked down at her.

        “Katerina,” he greeted.

        Hearing her human name, she opened her eyes and looked up to see Elijah.

        “You came.”

        She smiled.

        He smiled back.

        She rested a gentle hand on the side of his face.

        “I was afraid I’d be too late to say goodbye.”

        “I’m a fighter, and I was waiting for you. I wasn’t going to die without seeing you for the last time.”

        “I wish I could stop this, but I know now that I’m too late to help you.”

        “By being here with me, you’ve helped me enough. You being here gives me peace. Promise me, Elijah, that when I’m gone, you’ll take good care of Nadia. I never got to be a mother she deserves, but she needs to go to New Orleans with you. She never knew her father and you would be the best father she could ever ask for. Just take care of my daughter.”

        “I promise I’ll take care of Nadia,” he promised. He hadn’t realized Nadia who had called him was Katerina’s daughter. He’d find out how it was possible later.

        “Thank you. I love you, Elijah.”

        “I love you, too, Katerina. Always and forever.”

        She smiled and then closed her eyes.

        His heart broke, knowing he was too late. Just a little too late. He wanted to cry but wouldn’t. Not now. Not here.

        He silently left the room and he and Nadia went to New Orleans, where they buried her in the cemetery.



Funny when you’re dead

How people start listening…