It's been a few days now and I still don't feel like myself. I'm moping around, hardly interested in any parties that I usually love to attend. I sigh as I stare into the amber liquid that I've been absentmindedly swirling around in my glass for what seems like the last half hour or something. I scowl as the music starts to get louder, which for some reason seems to encourage this pathetic bulked up jock- I think his name was Ryan- and his buddies to start hitting on me. Normally I wouldn't mind someone hitting on me, but I'm just not in the mood anymore. The only reasons I ever liked having random guys hit on me was to help me feel more confident and to make him jealous. I really don't want anyone hitting on me besides him, the one man that I truly do love with everything in me. But now he's truly given up on me, given up on 'finding' his Katerina. Truth was I only hardened my emotions toward others, but somehow never him.
Now I'm human, 'precious' little Elena shoved the cure down my throat and Damon sacrificed me to Silas who bled me dry. He sucked the cure entirely from me and now I'm dying. I don't look like it yet though, thank goodness. Katherine was nothing but a facade, a mask put on to protect myself from the world... from Klaus. It was never fully me, I has shut my emotions off and the only reason I turned them back on was that Elijah had come back and just being that close to him once again sparked my emotions again.
The drunken college boy and his friends start circling me and the idiot has the nerve to put his slimy hand on my waist and the other he was reaching towards my thigh. I quickly slapped at his hand. The fool had the gall to laugh, "AHhaha, fiesty. I like it." He reached forward again and I went to slap him again. Why won't this idiot take a hint? Instead of laughing again he roughly grabbed my hand and shoved my back into the bar. I cry out in pain as he holds me back against the bar, preventing me from getting away.
"Let me go!" I push against his chest, feeling ready to let out my anger and punch him.
"I don't think so sweetheart." He laughs almost maniacally with his friends. I struggle against his grip, but my strength has already begun to fade.
"LET ME GO!" I demand, trying to keep my voice strong.
Suddenly the room is dead silent to my human ears. "I believe the lady asked you to let her go." the all too familiar and commanding voice of Elijah Mikealson filled the room and I swear my heart almost stopped.
"And who are you, her boyfriend or something?" He snorted and his buddies began to howl with laughter.
"Actually, I am." My eyes widen as I whip my head around so I can look at him. He has the smallest of smirks on his face, and I want to laugh at the frat boys surprised and infuriated expression.
"You've got to be kidding me, you're her boyfriend?" One of them snorted back a laugh. Ryan was eyeing Elijah who was dressed to the nines in one of his dark, classy suits. Instead of laughing I take full advantage of the welcome distraction and I slam my head forward and heatbutt him nice and hard. I quickly kick him in the leg when he stumbled back slightly and he falls to the ground.
"Now, was that necessary Katerina?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
"I certainly think so." Even though I'm virtually helpless now I still want to at least try to protect myself. "Boyfriend? Now where did that come from, here I thought you hated me."
In a split second he's in front of me and ever so gently he cups my cheek with one hand, soothing any anger in me in an instant. "I could never hate you Katerina, I was upset, angry even. But I never hated you." His voice is reassuring and soft. I lean into his touch and relax, this is Elijah- he won't hurt me.
"Please take me home 'Lijah." I quietly beg as I cover his hand with my own.