Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Vampire Diaries, The Originals, or anything else in this story.

Author's Note: This is a test chapter. If people like it, I'll write more. It is my intention to amuse you.


Elijah stared at the grave's lettering. Katerine Pierce. That's not her name, he thought, reminiscing about the time they first met.

"Katerina Petrova." Elijah whispered as he gently stroked the gravestone. A hand came to rest upon his shoulder. "Klaus."

"Wrong." A female voice sounded in his ear. He turned to face her.

"Hayley. What are you doing here?" Elijah asked quietly, surprise leaking into his voice. Hayley stood on her tiptoes and kissed Elijah softly. As he wrapped his arms around her, Hayley's face wavered into Katerina's face. "Katerina?"

"Elena." Came the soft voice before Elijah jolted awake. He panted softly, trying to catch his breath. Every night he awoke from the same dream. Katerina's grave, Hayley's departure, Elena's arrival. But what did it all mean? Why were they haunting him in his dreams? These almost human-like dreams.


Elena stared at the grave's lettering. Damon Salvatore. He wasn't meant to die, he was meant to live forever, she thought.

"Elena." Damon's voice called to her.

"Where are you, Damon? I'll find a way to get to Bonnie! We'll get you back." Elena cried out. Warm arms wrapped around her waist. "Stefan… We have to help Damon."

"He's not coming back, Elena." Stefan said as she turned in his arms. Stefan bent towards her to kiss her gently. Only, his face wavered into Elijah's. "Elijah?"

"Why are you haunting me, Elena?" Elijah asked quietly.

"I'm not, you're haunting me." Elena said. She jolted awake, her eyes getting accustomed to the dark. "You are haunting me." She called to the corner. Elijah stepped from the shadow.

"You've been in my dreams since Katerina's death." Elijah replied quietly. She sat up in the bed, holding the blanket to her bare chest. "Elena, you are so remarkable, so humble. You look like Katerina, but you are strictly your own." He sat gingerly on the bed, grabbing one of her hands. She looked up at him, quite surprised. "You see, my devotion for Katerina… I feel it has passed onto you."

"Why would it do that? That doesn't even make sense… Ste-." Elena started, only to have her mouth covered by Elijah's. The kiss was… Intense, surprising, exciting. She hadn't even realized his hand had made it under the covers, gently caressing the curve of her breast. As the kiss became more intense, his hand worked its way lower, towards her very core. His hand slide between my legs, heating me, as he toyed with the little button. And suddenly, he was gone.

She couldn't help but sigh, the warmth in my core still heated. In frustration, she finished herself off, thinking of him, before falling blissfully back to sleep.


Klaus paced his study, his new painting barely outlined on the easel before him. Elijah stood there, watching his brother.

"500 years, brother. Katerina is dead. Enough torturing yourself." Elijah said softly to his brother. Klaus turned to face his older brother.

"You think THAT is Katerina?" Klaus let out a laugh. He pointed at the portrait. "That is NOT even close to Katerina. That is all that is good in the world, all that we should hope to be."

"Wait…" Elijah paused to look deeper at the painting. "No. No!"

"That is Elena, brother. It was never Katerina, never. That is why Katerina never became a part of me. It was meant to be Elena." Klaus roared almost maddeningly. Elijah cast a glance at the painting once more before disappearing. Katerina was the cause of this. She was still alluring them from the grave. She was still manipulating them.


Enzo watched from afar, his eyes never leaving the blonde's smiling face. She had her arms wrapped around his dead friend's brother's arm. Her boyfriend. He wanted to rip the other vampires' heart out, and feed it to the dogs. He knew, though, that Caroline would never forgive him, so he suffered in silence.


Elena dressed, imagining the night before, and she wondered why it didn't feel wrong. She felt the pang of hunger for blood, but let it subside a little. Elijah couldn't possibly care for me, Elena thought, at least, not like Damon did. The thought crept in and out of her mind for a few seconds. Damon gave his life up for you, a new thought popped into her head.

"He gave his life for you to live, and move on, love." That word. She turned to look at the hybrid before her.

"Klaus, you shouldn't be here. You're… You're my enemy!" Elena searched for the words. Was he her enemy? Or was it just the doppelganger drama that made it so? Or was it Katherine's effect on the men around her?

"I met a group of Witches in England once. They were wand wielders. Perhaps they could aid in the restoration of Bonnie…?" Klaus started. Elena jolted at the name. Would Bonnie even want to come back? "Their leader, a man named Potter, is well versed in the arcane craft of magick."

"Would he be able to bring Bonnie back? Klaus, answer me." Elena half begged. Klaus grabbed Elena's jaw softly, pulling her to him.

"Perhaps." Klaus smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips softly. His heart jumped in his chest. "Come with me, we'll fly to London, we'll find out."


Evil
I've come to tell you that she's evil most definitely
Evil
Ornery scandalous and evil most definitely
The tension is getting hotter
I'd like to hold her head underwater

(Doin' time –Sublime)

"Wake up, Elena." Klaus whispered softly to the sleeping girl next to him. The plane was making its descent. Elena let her eyes adjust and stared out the window.

"What do you want from me, Klaus? You said you would help, but haven't asked for anything in return." Elena finally asked, realizing she should have asked days ago. Klaus grabbed her hand before she could inch away.

"I want you to see I'm not the monster everyone has thought me to be." Klaus replied simply, telling only half of the truth. He surely couldn't tell her he hoped she'd fall desperately in love with him. He couldn't tell her the trip wasn't just to locate the Potter witches. It was to show her the life he could give her. "I've also taken the luxury of completely funding this trip, including all travel, housing, food, clothing, and entertainment expenses."

"Klaus… You didn't have to!" Elena was shocked. He kissed her hand softly, his eyes coming to rest even with hers.

"I wanted to. So, I sent your luggage back to Mikaelson Manor where it will be waiting til we get back." Klaus shrugged. He waited quietly until it was time to leave the plane. "We'll go shopping before heading to the… Chosen housing. I figured we'll start in London."

"Why do you keep saying housing? Don't you mean hotels?" Elena questioned. Klaus glanced at her.

"You see… I can't share very well." Klaus tried to explain. He couldn't very well tell her that the Potter witches had just left on their flight to Mystic Falls, or that he didn't want to share her.