House of the Rising Son

        It was a dark night in New Orleans in the middle of the town square, as Hayley, seated on a bench, looked at the brown, paper bag in her hands. She was going to take the poison to be done with all this business with the witches and Klaus.

        Suddenly, hearing something, she set the bag on the bench and stood up, looking around.

        A moment later, there were two men she sensed to be vampires, on either side of her, clearly there on regards to Marcel.

        “Marcel wants to see you,” one said.

        “Come with us,” the other said.

        “Why should I? Because Marcel orders it? I don’t care about his rules. I’m under protection. No one can do anything to me and get away with it.”

        “Come with us,” the first one echoed what the second one had said a moment later.

        The second one growled at her.





        A wounded, weak Katherine stopped walking a distance away, getting a sense that these vampires weren’t her friends. So, she walked over, a long stick in hand.

        “I think she made her point. She doesn’t want to go with you.”

        She stabbed the first vamp through the heart with the stick, killing him, before pulling it out and watching him fall to the ground.

        She looked at the last one remaining, as she leaned against the stick as a crutch.

        “Tell this Marcel to leave this werewolf alone, because he doesn’t want to get involved in Original vampire rivalry.”

        The vampire sped out of sight.

        Katherine let the stick drop to the ground, before placing a hand over her wound again and slowly turning to face Hayley.

        “We haven’t officially met. I’m Katherine. You must be Hayley.”

        “Yeah. I am. What happened to you?”

        “Cliff notes. Elena used the cure for vampirism on me when I tried to kill her over anger against Bonnie for not giving the cure to me. Now I’m human so I’m pretty much worthless. I can’t even keep from getting myself hurt or killed by a lone, hungry vampire.”

        A moment later, she started to get light-headed and even weaker. Then everything went blurry for her.

        Hayley Marshall went to stand at her side, as the human began to collapse to the ground. Hayley then put an arm around her, as she did.

        “This isn’t how I dreamed we would meet,” Kat commented, as her vision got even more blurry, back against Hayley, half sitting, half slouching.

        Hayley took Kat’s hand away from the wound to see how bad it was. She then looked down at her. She was paling and losing a lot of blood, and she could hear her breathing slowing with her werewolf ears.

        “Hang in there, Katherine,” she encouraged her gently, as she replaced Katherine’s hand over her wound and used her own hand to apply pressure to the wound. With her other hand, she took out her cell for help from one of the Originals. Elijah Mikaelson.

        As Kat lay there, knowing she was dying, she knew the werewolf was calling for help. She could barely hear her or concentrate, though. Her senses were leaving her. Then everything started to go black for her.

        “Elijah, you’re the only one I know I can trust. I need help here in the middle of the French Quarter. It’s Katherine.”

        “What about Katerina?”

        “Apparently, she’s human and hurt. She’s dying.”

        “I’m on my way.”

        He hung up and sped through New Orleans to help Katerina.

        Hayley put her phone away.





        Once he arrived, he was instantly on his knees by them. Then, being as gentle as possible, he slid an arm under her. As he did, Hayley let go of her and he carefully pulled her into his arms. He then bit his wrist, positioning her head gently back, and put it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to heal her.

        He looked at Hayley.

        “What happened here?”

        Hayley told him everything she knew, as her force fed Katerina his blood.

        “They need to know,” he informed her, before looking down at his lover. “Keep fighting, Katerina. I’m here now.”

           



        Rebekah had just walked inside, when five minutes later, Elijah walked in carrying an out cold Katerina, Hayley at his side.

        Hayley closed the door, as Elijah headed towards the stairs, telling his sister, “Look after Hayley and get Niklaus. No use trying to hide her being in town.”





        Once in an unoccupied bedroom, Elijah layed her gently down on the bed. He then bent down and lightly kissed her forehead, before silently looking down at her.

        “I promise, I won’t leave you if I don’t have to. I’m so sorry, Katerina. Forgive me. I thought you’d be safe. I made a mistake, and for that, I am sorry.”

        When he heard Klaus, Rebekah, and Hayley coming their way, he turned around to face them.

        “What is the meaning of this?” Klaus growled, seeing Katerina.

        “How is she?” Hayley calmly asked Elijah.

        “What happened?” Rebekah questioned her elder brother.

        “I don’t know yet,” Elijah answered Hayley, before looking at both of his siblings. “Mind your tone, Niklaus. Katerina nearly died in Hayley’s arms tonight. Hayley knows more than I do. I just healed her and brought her here. All we can do now is wait for her to awaken.”

        He sat down on Katerina’s bedside and looked at her, as he held her left hand in his.

        Niklaus, Hayley, and Rebekah left the room, Hayley closing the door behind herself lightly, getting the hint that Elijah wanted to be left alone with Katerina.





        When Katherine woke up, she felt like herself again. She then saw that she was in an unfamiliar bedroom with Elijah seated on her bedside.

        “Welcome back, Katerina,” he greeted her.

        “Thanks,” she replied.

        They gave each other a smile.