AFFLICTIO
Katherine's POV
Katherine Pierce rarely indulged herself in reminiscence. Regrets and self-imposed guilt trips were for the fatally weak and she was not WEAK!
Yet, the menacing coldness, darkness and confinement of the tomb were slowly eating her alive, she could deal with the loneliness. It was the darkness that got to her. How long had she been stuck here? A week or 2 weeks, she had completely lost track of time.
For a woman who had promised herself that she would not be subject to any man's will, it was ironic that she was now for want of a better word, trapped by compulsion of an original.
As they say the best laid plans of mice and men…..She had lost the affections of both Salvatore boys to her human doppelganger. The irony of it, she was after all a carbon copy of Katherine but therein lay the problem. Katherine herself had only been a doppelganger, a copy of the original Tatia whose charms had ensnared both originals to the point of damnation.
What right had the Original to hold a grudge against her! She was the victim, did they really think that she would obediently be the sacrificial lamb for their insane plans. Only to herself and in the privacy of her own space, would she ever admit to having 'feelings' for the dour original. Feelings which she had dismissed and buried whilst being courted by the ever charismatic Klaus. A tear rolled down her cheek which she hastily wiped away. Well he was no better than Klaus!
In her little village in Bulgaria, she had been the town beauty courted by every male old and young, married and unmarried. A lamb to the slaughterhouse, she had been conceited enough to think that her feminine wiles and beauty would be her ticket to being a lady of leisure. Instead she had found herself in hell on earth at the mercy of satan's wingman if he had one that is. Oh there had been signs, odd gestures, half-truths, unspoken words, cryptic responses and an overall glitzy charade that somehow should have alerted her but Katerina Petrova had literally lost her head, dizzy at the speed and splendor of Klaus's courtship of her. Klaus was Turkish delight in comparison to her unaffected country lads. The forbidden fruit, the prize stallion that was normally out of the reach of Katerina Petrova's hands. Her father had been a simple merchant and Katerina had known that if she had remained with her family, her lot would have been the same, married to one of father's friends or sons and spending the rest of her life in domesticity. Now in retrospect, it would have been her piece of heaven.
No, she had only herself to blame and in the piercing darkness, she wept silently. She wept for her innocent first love, she wept for her child that she never knew, she wept for the cruel senseless murder of her family, she wept at the loss of the Salvatores, they would never love her again as they had all those years ago. The cold grey stones being her only witness to the heart-wrenching pain she was going through. She couldn't help the sobs that escaped her lips. Her thirst, hunger only added to the torture she was experiencing, 500 years of running and it had led her to be walled up in a tomb. Fate had even seemed fit to take away the swiftness death from her.
If she was lucky, she remain in the tomb but knowing Klaus's penchant for torturing his victims; she highly doubted that. Klaus had more tricks up his sleeve than any magician or sorcerer could conjure up. Klaus had a thousand years of experience with the human psyche and he had developed mental torture to a perfected art. Mental humiliation, pain and breaking down his victims till they were nothing and of no use to him; only then mercifully death would have been granted. When Elijah appeared, she had expected a swift death at his hands yet her luck truly seems to have run out this time.
Elijah's POV
Elijah had no time for human emotions, it was a waste of time and served no real purpose. He was an Original Vampire on a mission, Klaus being the catalyst that consumed his time and existence. Yet he refused to admit except to himself in his alone time that is, that his obsession with revenge against Klaus was basically a human emotion. Love, hate, anger, revenge, it all boiled down to basic human 'feelings'. If he was truly honest, even his ceaseless vengeful hunting of one Katerina Petrova was part of that useless human emotion he claimed to have none of.
So why was Elijah, original extraordinaire, master of honor-bound obligations, purveyor of caustic one-liners and a model of dour disposition spying on one Katerina Petrova/Katherine Pierce. He had had a whale of time imagining her 'prison' time in the tomb. Katerina who had evaded capture for 500 years by outrunning both him and Klaus had successfully been contained by a legion of inexperienced teenagers.
She must truly be weak not to have sensed him in that miserable hole. He had a million things to do yet he had been willing to come here out of spite just to see Katerina's misery. He could have killed her in less than a second yet he chose to trap her in the tomb; truly he wasn't Klaus, given to petty and spiteful acts. He also had no illusions as to what Klaus would do to her when he got her. After all this time, tears and sobs; he couldn't quite grasp what was happening to her. She was truly suffering, those were not contrived tears but heart-felt sobbing. It must be the lack of blood, causing her to act this way. It was well-known fact that vampires denied blood over an extended period of time would become bestial and insane before decimating. He heard her call out for her mama and papa. Well this wont do, he'd better feed her; assuring himself that he was doing it to prolong her punishment and ensure her survival in captivity till Klaus came.
