Chapter Four

Much to Katherine's misery that wasn't the first nor the last time she threw up. She was seriously considering walking around with a trashcan, just to prevent herself from vomiting all over the floor. And the sink. And the plants.

She was getting sick almost every morning and whatever was ailing her didn't stick to mornings either, she could feel her stomach cringe in pain whether she was upstairs waiting for dinner to be served and trying not to cringe at the smell of fried chicken and mashed potatoes or in the middle of the night as she stared into the clock until the numbers became a blurry vision.

She didn't know what was causing her to act like this. The cure? The food? Well, whatever it was she didn't like it. She had been curled up into a ball whining most of the week in a pair of Rebekah's sweatpants, feeling sorry for herself and wishing Elena would get run over by a truck.

She was only glad that Klaus and Elijah had been so busy strolling around the streets of New Orleans that he hadn't paid the slightest attention to her. Elijah knew her as well as the back of his hand.

"Oh, why don't you just got to a doctor?" Rebekah mused as she glossed her lips with her new red lip gloss. "I'm tired of your lying on the couch all day. I want to do some sightseeing and shopping."

"You can go alone," Katherine said looking up from her Cosmopolitan. "And this is my house now, I can lie around if I want too."

"Well, maybe I'm tired of shopping alone," Rebekah said slightly irritated. "And maybe I can help you tone down your slutty wardrobe that you have going on."

Katherine smirked. "Then you might want to go for a lighter shade, Marylyn Monroe. Lighter colors suit you."

For some strange reason the girls had (strangely somehow) bonded and they usually hanged around in one room or another gossiping and irritating each other. Strangely, Katherine was starting to feel as if she actually had friends, which was weird she had never had a friend.

"Seriously, Katherine," Hayley frowned. "Aren't you the least bit worried? It's been going on for a week. Just stop being a brat and go to the doctor."

Katherine flushed as she threw a pillow in Haley's direction a little bit harder than she should have. "I'm not being a brat and if I want to lie around half dead, then it's my decision, not yours wolf girl."

"Katherine is afraid of the doctor," Rebekah singsong. "Are you afraid of a little doctor?"

"Of course not," she flushed. "Why, do you care?"

Rebekah pursed her lips. "Not particularly, but like Hayley said it isn't normal for a human to throw up for almost a week. And I would hate for my brother to lose his little human girlfriend, you know what maybe I'll tell him-"

"If you do, I will stab your eyes with a pencil." Katherine hissed.

". . .ladies." Elijah raised a dark eyebrow as he looked at the messy room skeptically. "Getting to know each other?"


Klaus liked excellent cuisine and he might be a killer, but he knew how to treat woman well and enchant them, Katherine had always wondered why Caroline hadn't fallen in love with him and if he hadn't tried to kill her once she might have fallen for his charms.

They had dinner every night together, but only as a courtesy to Katherine and Hayley, they only two that actually needed to eat.

But now just by staring at the plate of food in front of her Katherine could literally feel the vomit rise up in her throat again. Why did food make her want to vomit?

"What's the matter love?" Klaus asked Katherine, oblivious to her facial pain. "Eat your veggies."

Hayley blurted out. "Are you still feeling-"

Katherine kicked her under the table. Hard.

Hayley got the message.

Elijah looked confused. "Is something wrong?"

"Nope," Katherine said sweetly as she took a bite of her meat. "Everything is just peachy."


"Elijah."

Elijah looked up from his after dinner drink of wine. He put the wine glass on the little table. "Yes, Rebekah?"

Rebekah closed the parlor doors to make sure they weren't overheard. "It's about Katherine, Katerina or whatever you call her."

Elijah felt himself tense up. "Yes?"

"I know that she hasn't wanted you to know, but she's been feeling sick lately. She's been throwing up and she can hardly keep her food down." Rebekah pointed out. "Normally, I wouldn't care but since this family is starting new again, I'd like for it to start by our recent member not dying on us."

"Has this been happening frequently?" he asked slowly, his fingertips touching his wine glass again.

Rebekah nodded. "Almost everyday. I thought you should know."

Elijah gave his sister's hand a squeeze. "Thank you, sister."

Rebekah smiled.


When Elijah entered the room he saw Katherine preparing the bed in a new peach silk nightgown that she probably bought in one of the little boutiques in New Orleans. It looked good on her. The color gave her skin a softer glow and it was short, sexy, and girly.

"Well, look who has finally come back," Katherine said half jokingly, half serious, Elijah had been mostly MIA ever since Katherine had demanded that she wanted to be a vampire.

She put her arms around his neck, but before she could kiss him, Elijah looked into her soft, brown eyes compelling her. "Katerina, tell me how sick have you've gotten this week?"

In a monotype voice she responded. "I've thrown up almost every morning this week, the sight of food makes me gag."

Elijah nodded. "I see, so Rebekah was telling the truth. You need to see a doctor, Katerina, I'm concern for your health."

Katherine's brown eyes were filled with anger, but most of all hurt. "You compelled me?" her voice quivered a little. Elijah had only compelled her once, when she had been stuck in the tomb, but that had been when he was still mad. They were together now, he was suppose to trust her. Even though, Katherine did have a habit of lying.

"I had too," he stated. "I wasn't sure if you were going to tell me the truth."

"So that's it, you're just going to compel me to get what you want?" she stated coldly. "I'm with you, Elijah. You're suppose to trust me. Not compel me to get information. I trust you, or I did, why can't you trust me?"

Elijah sighed. "Katherine, it was the only way that I could make sure-"

Katherine put the covers over her head, not caring if she was acting like a whiny three year old. "Just leave me alone," she murmured, hating how weak her voice sounded.

Elijah didn't move.

"Leave!" she yelled.

And this time, Elijah took the message.


Katherine found every little thing to complain about when they visited the doctor the next morning. The office was too tiny. The room smelled too clean. The nurse was too nice.

"I promise, Katerina," Elijah said exasperated as he stood up while Katherine sat on the little mattress waiting for the doctor to come in with the blood test results. "If your results prove you are healthy we will go immediately and I will never drag you here again."

Katherine turned away.

"Are you still upset because I compelled you?"

She didn't respond.

"It does neither of us good for you to be reproachful, Katerina. I did not mean to hurt your feeling, I will never compel you again, I swear."

Katherine turned her gaze towards him a little. "Promise?" she said cautiously.

Elijah kissed her forehead and mumbled. "I promise."

"Good news, kids!" a jolly, elderly doctor came in carrying Katherine's test results with him.

Kid? Katherine scoffed, a few weeks ago she was a five hundred year old vampire. "What's wrong with me?" she blurted out. What did she have, cancer? A tumor? One of those horrible skin conditions?

"Nothing to worry about my dear. You wont be getting morning sickness in a few more weeks."

Katherine frowned. "So what are you saying, that my disease is curable?"

The doctor laughed. Katherine wanted to punch him. "No darling, what I'm trying to say is that-you're going to have a baby!"

-End of Chapter Four-

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