You Found Me (2nd one I created with the same titl

A/N: Silas comes to Katherine when the veil is taken down to the Other Side, when they need Quetsyiah’s help to find out how to get rid of Kai for good.



        It was a dark night in New Orleans, as Elijah Mikaelson sat in his house in a chair in his parlor. He had finally given up on Klaus after 1,000 years of being loyal to him. He had given up on him due to Gia’s death. Katerina had been right that night in Mystic Falls. Klaus was family, but he wasn’t worth it. As if thinking of her had summoned her, his doorbell rang and he could smell Katerina’s scent with the mixture of human. He hadn’t heard of any Mystic Falls news, so he didn’t know what to expect.

        When he opened the door, he immediately realized that she was human due to either taking the cure, or it being shoved down her throat. He knew that this meant that she needed help. It was the famous Katherine thing to do. Come for help and get that person accidentally or purposely screwed over. He didn’t have the heart to go back to chasing her again, so he wasn’t ready for this.

        “What do you want?” he asked, knowing she always wanted something.

        “I tried to kill Elena after we broke up, and this is what I get. I need your help. I need protection. Please, Elijah,” she summarized.

        He let her in, and then closed the door and faced her.

        “Why should I even help you? After everything you’ve done, maybe you deserve it,” he said, voicing his thoughts.

        “I’m human now. I have many enemies. Without protection, I’m dead,” she answered, surprised by his words. He had to be dealing with something personal to be like this towards her.

        “You’re always trouble, Katherine. Right now, I don’t have time for you, so do what you want.”

        He headed out the door, leaving her alone.

        She sighed, unhappy, and went upstairs to go take a bath. Hopefully, no one would try and kill her. Elijah probably wouldn’t be back until an hour or so later.





        Half an hour later, she had found his bathroom in the house, and had just filled the bathtub and turned it off, when she felt someone watching her.

        She turned around where she stood in front of the bathtub, only to face Silas.

        “Hello, Katherine.”

        She gasped in pain, when he put a hand around her throat, and she felt pain in her side. Then he through her, and she fell in and everything went blurry, when her head hit a corner of the tub. Then she tried to do everything possible to reach the surface, when she was held under, but she was finding it hard to breathe.





        Two hours later, after returning from the bar, and after he had cleared his head, he closed the door, only to smell the familiar scent of blood.

        “Katerina?” he called, just loud enough for her to hear.

        After a moment of silence, he began to worry about her. Something he hadn’t done in several centuries. Then, when he looked to the stairs, he saw the light on in the bathroom. Figuring she was probably there, he went up the stairs.

        Upon entering the bathroom, it was like history repeating for him. The love of his life in a bathtub. The difference was it wasn’t Klaus’ fault, she wasn’t a witch, and it looked like someone had drowned her and stabbed her, if the red water was any indication.

        No, he thought, and was instantly at the tub.

        He gently but quickly lifted her out of the water, and gently layed her down on the floor on her back. He then took his jacket off and pulled out the knife, before tossing it aside and using his jacket to apply pressure to her side wound, as he looked down at her and listened with vamp hearing. She was very pale with purple lips and blood on the right side of her head, and he couldn’t hear a heartbeat or her breathing.

        His heart broke, realizing she might really be gone. He had to do something, though. He couldn’t lose her of all people. So, he bent down and kissed her, giving her some air, trying to revive her.

        “Come on, Katerina. Come back to me. Breathe. I need you to breathe for me,” he said after ten minutes of nothing. He tried a few more times. “Now is not the time to be stubborn. You can’t leave me like this. We need each other. Please, Katerina.” He stopped and rested a hand on her cold, pale cheek. “I’m sorry, Katerina. Just come back. Don’t leave me. Please,” he pleaded.

        A moment later, eyes still closed, she began to cough up water. As she did, he took his hand away and sighed in relief.

        A few minutes later, after she had finished, she opened her eyes to blurrily see Elijah with a relieved face.

        “Elijah?” she said softly.

        “I’m here, Katerina,” he assured her.

        She gave a smile, as she fought to stay awake. Between blood loss, her wounds, and freezing, everything was starting to fade.

        He gently pulled her into his arms and bit his wrist, putting it to her lips.

        “Katerina, drink,” he instructed, in which she did.

        He pulled his wrist away from her lips, when she had had enough.

        Her wounds were soon healed, but he knew he had to get her into some dry clothes as cold as she was from the water. So, soon enough, she was in his bed, dressed, and in dry clothes.

        He closed the door, glad to have been able to save her. If she died, he didn’t know what pieces of him would be left. Almost losing her tonight had made him see how much he was still in love with her. He had to protect her, and he would.