Self-Sacrifice

        It was a dark night in New Orleans, as both Elijah and Klaus searched for Cami, but in different directions. The bartender was missing and Aurora was behind it.





        Meanwhile, Cami was in danger of being killed by a guy in transition who had to feed to complete it. She knew it all too well. She backed up, trying to keep some distance between herself and the vampire in transition. He kept walking towards her, though. She knew she might not survive without help. Her only hope was for Klaus to find her in time.

        A few minutes later, when she was on her back on the cement floor and trying to keep him from biting her, she heard a girl she didn’t recognize, and looked over to see her.

        “Hey!” Katherine said to get his attention on herself. “Over here.”

        He began to approach her, as the bartender got to her feet.

        She looked at her.

        “Run while you can and go find Elijah. I’m not going to get out of this, but you will. Tell him I forgive him and I love him.”

        “Who are you?” Cami asked.

        “Katherine. Now go,” she answered.





        When she was safely out of there, she called Elijah to inform him of the situation and where she was, and once they had hung up, he raced at vamp-speed to save her.

        A few minutes later, having heard everything, Klaus arrived and he took Cami home.





        As soon as he arrived, Elijah ripped the vampire’s heart out who was feeding on his Katerina. No one hurt her and lived. He then caught her from hitting the cement floor. He gently pulled her into his arms and bit his wrist, putting it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to save her.

        “Stay with me, Katerina,” he calmly said, but on the inside, he was begging for her to live. He didn’t want her to die, no matter what she was or had done. He only hoped that it would heal her, not knowing how she was human.

        A few minutes later, he took his wrist away and it instantly healed. He then put her arm around his shoulders and got to his feet with her, before vanishing to take her home with him.





        Once in his room with the door closed, he gently layed her down on his bed and sat on her bedside, hoping she would wake up very soon. He could only hope. Her wounds had healed, but she had lost a lot of blood.

        As he waited, he rested a gentle hand on the side of her face and looked down at her.





        Several hours later, she finally began to wake up, which relieved him, figuring that she would be okay.