Disclaimer: I do not own Katherine or Mikael or The Vampire Diaries. They are the property of the CW, Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, LJ Smith and everyone else involved with the series.
Author's Note: This was written after watching most of Season 3 so far and realizing how much like Book-Klaus Mikael is, just not as crazy, and being a big Klaus/Katherine shipper (in the books, the TV series ruined it IMO) I thought these two could have a very interesting (albeit screwed up) relationship. Plus, on a petty level, it'd be sexy. But enough of that, hope you enjoy.
He knows keeping her is a mistake. It has nothing to do with whose face she wears.
She's a Petrova. She's Katerina Petrova. Manipulative, sly, cunning, ruthless; her fear of Klaus has turned her into a jaded thing, willing to do anything to survive his wrath.
On the other hand, she kept him from breaking the curse for another five centuries, and had made a fool of him.
But she's still a Petrova. He should just kill her. But he doesn't.
Instead he pins her body beneath his in a seedy motel room, growling wordlessly as he buries himself deep inside her body, over and over.
She doesn't fight unless he commands her to. She obeys like a good pet, stubborn, but desire to live outweighs it.
He tells himself this is nothing. For who he is, for what he is, he's still a male. He has needs, and she's convienent; she'll satisfy them.
But every noise she makes, every little whimper or defiant grunt. Every little jerk of her body, be it to crawl away or grind back, just makes him want her more.
It makes him crave her.
And after he spills his seed inside her, he takes his fill, nearly draining her dry until she's barely twitching.
Their eyes meet for a moment. He should call her what she is - whore, temptress, Petrova wench - but he doesn't.
He refills her blood cup, and sits across from her, watching as she weakly drinks. And then she curls up pitifully, drifting off.
She's a Petrova. She's Katerina Petrova.
And now he lies amongst those bewitched.