Katherine pushes the door of her favorite bar in Los Angeles, wearing a skinny black jeans with a black top, her earring reflect the light of the big lamp hang from the ceiling, it was almost 12 p.m. and the bar was the opposite of empty, that's what she likes about this bar, with the crowd and the high music she can drink as much as she wanted without being judged by her hypocrite bedfellow. She walked toward the bar, her high heels making a light noise, she sat and ordered Bourbon, it was not time to be classy and drink a Cosmopolitan, she needed real alcohol. A man growls next to her, she turned her head toward him and frowned her eyebrows, he was wearing a suit, he was limp on the bar, she couldn't see his face only his dark brown hair, he was probably only one these man who dress smart to get a job and go get drunk the night. She was just wondering why he was here, the bar use to throw out men like that. When the barman brought her glass she asked him in a whisper: "Why do you let him here?"
The barman shrugged his shoulder. "He gave me 500 $ to let him just stay here for the evening and it's not like he was bothering people." He answered
Katherine nodded slowly, staring at the man, she was wrong, he was definitely not the kind of men she thought and he was probably not use to drink a lot. His head turned toward her in a slow move. "I'm not drunk if this is what you are thinking."
Katherine blenched when she heard his singular deep voice; she suddenly looked into his brown eyes and started to bite her bottom lips like she couldn't control her actions. Something was happening she could swear it, but what? She just felt like she couldn't move, like she had to keep staring right into his eyes. When she finally blinked, his face was still reflecting on her eyelid, but when she opened them again the man's face had totally changed, he seemed as lost as her. She turned her head and glare at her glass, she coughed lightly and responded to him without looking back at him. "I never said you were."
He straightens himself and fixed her waiting for her to stare back at him. "That's not what you meant when you said to the barman to throw me out?" He raised his eyebrows with a light smirk on his lips.
Katherine started to turn her head back toward him answering. "I have never said that!" She stared back at him seriously.
He opened his mouth to answer her but Katherine got pushed against the bar by a man who was fighting with another, she felt on the floor in pain, trying to hold on the bar. The man in suit frowned and grabbed her arms and slowly lifted her up, he carefully passed his arms around her hips and brought her closer to him, bringing her to the exit, his arms forming a shield around her. When they finally reached the exit, he kept walking a bit, to find a place where there was not all this stir. He unwrapped his arms and slowly let her stand by herself, he looked at her worried. "Are you ok?"
Katherine's hand covered the right side of her hips; she slowly lifts up her shirt in pain to see if she was really hurt. There was just a big red circle probably caused of the impact, she stared up at him. "Yeah, it's fine. And… Thank you." She answered him with thankfulness and a small smile.
He nodded once and looked quickly around. "Where do you live? I mean, I could drive back you to your home, it seems to hurt you when you walk."
Katherine raised an eyebrow a sigh quickly in amusement. "Don't take it bad, but I don't know you. I don't get in anyone car! You could be a psychopath."
He started to laugh and hold her his hand. "I'm Elijah Mikaelson."
Katherine smiled and takes his hand and shakes it a little. "Nice to meet you, I'm Katherine Pierce. But it's still not enough to make me get in your car" She stayed silent for a while looking down before to lift her gaze to him. "But, if you want to you can still walk with me to my home. And don't worry I can walk."
Elijah smiled widely and tried to hide it by passing his hand on his face. "Sure! Where do you live?" He looked rapidly toward the bar before to look back at her.
Katherine laughed quietly when she saw his smile. "It's not far, just follow me." She pointed on the direction and started to walk.
He followed her, walking next to her his hands resting on his trousers' pocket. "So, Miss Pierce, what are you doing here?" He turned his head to look at her.
"I'm a new layer; I arrived in Los Angeles 5 months ago, now. What about you Mister Mikaelson?" She answered, mocking him.
He smiled lightly, looking at his feet. "I'm working in my family's company."
Katherine frowns. "It doesn't seem to make you happy, don't you like your family?" she asked kinda worried.
Elijah laughed shortly. "Let's just say my family is kind of dysfunctional." He smiled at her with a comfortable smile. "But it's ok."
She smiled a bit at him before to nodded quietly. Something about this man just seems broken, but what? She pointed at the entrance of a big apartment. "I live just here."
Elijah looked at the building and let out a sound of approval. "That seems nice." He stopped in front of the entrance
Katherine stopped too to face him. "Please, I'm sure you live in one of these huge houses like celebrity!" She laughed.
Elijah laughed with her, and rests his back against one of the pillar in front of the apartment. "We can say that, yes." His gaze slowly goes to the top of his body the bottom, he had never really looked at her body before, she was insanely hot. All her clothes were making her curves even more perfect, her long dark and curly hair was making her face abnormally mysterious, it was breath taking. Elijah suddenly coughs to make an end at this fascination. "Is your hips ok?"
Katherine looked down at her hips in surprise, she had almost forgotten it. "Oh yeah, I will probably just have a bruise." She smiled at him in reassurance.
Elijah nodded once and straightens himself. "Ok then, I'm going to let you here." He smiled lightly back at her. Of course he did not want to let her, he wanted everything except that.
Katherine nodded looking down. Of course, he was just a charming man trying to be polite, nothing to do about her; it could have been any other girl. What she felt must have been only for her, he probably did not felt the same. "Then good night Mister Mikaelson."
Elijah came closer to her and carefully grabbed her safe hips with his hand; he sweetly kissed her right temple and whispered. "I felt it too… when we looked at each other for the first time. This connection, I felt it." He took a step back and stares right into her eyes. "Good night Miss Pierce." He directly started to walk back to the bar not letting her the time to answer.
He just let a burning Katherine Pierce in front of her home.
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