So, welcome back to chapter 2 of "Shattered Me"! I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it...
Disclaimer: Sadly I still don't own Vampire Diaries nor the quotes... And I don't have a mansion in New Orléans or a flight ticket to London (which I find most depressing)...
"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell." - Oscar Wilde
Chapter 2 - Elijah
He cursed himself. How could he have been so stupid? He should have just told her of the way to save her the witches had discovered. Or he should have hidden her, somewhere his brother would have never found her. Alaska probably. Or with his father. Of course he wouldn't have been able to see her then but at least she would have lived. Yes, even after 500 years Elijah Mikaelson still blamed himself for the death and doom of Katerina Petrova, the only girl he ever truly loved.
With a sigh the Original got up. This slowly became a daily routine. First after awakening he would curse himself and regret past decisions because of her. Then he would look after Hayley before walking to the car. But the very moment he sat he would exit the car again calling himself a moron, telling himself again that Katerina was gone. This day showed no sign of being any different. But it was. Because this time his sister came and said to him: "Just look after her. Maybe being human changed her for the better", giving him a ticket for a flight to London.
Chapter 2 (still) - Unkown
When I woke up on the cold floor of my living room I was overwhelmed by old memories. Memories which seemed to receive a totally new meaning when I understood, that through all the time and all the chases, Elijah never chased Kathrine Pierce for what she had done in England as his brother did, but chased for Katerina Petrova, desperately hoping, the simple Bulgarian girl he fell in love with was still alive. I wondered how I couldn't see it before, but soon came to realize that there was no way Kathrine Pierce could have ever understood it for her heart was made of solid ice. But in conclusion that would mean that I no longer was Kathrine Pierce. But neither was I Katerina again. Not yet. I was trapped between them for I could still feel the shattered façade of Kathrine trying to keep itself together but also the awakened spirit of Katerina reaching for the outside. Long time I just sat there, thinking, then I went to my bedroom and gently cut my hand - only deep enough to pour blood without seriously injuring me - and started to write a single sentence of only three words right over my bed.
So, that was chapter two and what actually was chapter three but because they were both so short I united them... Okay, well I hoped you liked it and maybe you have the time to leave me a little review about what you liked and disliked and what you think will happen next... Just be warned: there are some really cheesy chapters ahead! ;)
Medusa