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The Mikaelsons and Dinner
Katrine awoke with a pounding headache and blurry vision. When it cleared her surroundings made no sense and she sat up quickly.
As she did so, a feeling of fire spread through her body making her cry out in pain.
"Hey," a voice came from beside her, "Take it easy. My brother will kill me if you make yourself ill again."
"You're immortal, Klaus, remember? Where is Elijah?" Katrine asked, now fully awake and able to see the speaker.
"He has gone to get you something to help initiate a nightmare," Klaus reached over to the bedside cabinet.
"Have I ever told you how much I love that man?" "Yes, quite frankly too many times. Now drink. This is fresh from a man I picked up this morning." Katrine gratefully took the cup from the man's hands and took the opportunity to drink in the surroundings as well as the blood.
It was a fairly normal looking bedroom with a queen sized double bed on which Katrine was currently lying.
Klaus Mikaelson was sitting beside the bed. He hadn't aged a day since she last saw him. His sandy blonde hair was still sitting the same way and his beard was still trimmed the same. But something was different about him.
"What is it?" Katrine asked as she lowered the cup from her lips, now only half full. "What is what?" Klaus looked baffled.
"Don't play games with me Niklaus Mikaelson. What has changed with you?" Klaus allowed a playful light of realisation to come over his features, "You mean the fact a werewolf is pregnant with my child?"
"Yes that could be it," Katrine smiled at the fact Klaus may or may not be settling and decided to say no more about it.
"So what were you doing with hunters?" Klaus leaned back in his chair. Katrine sighed, "I owed their dad a favour, okay?"
"Okay," Klaus held up his hands in mock surrender.
"I hope my brother has been treating you deservingly," a feminine voice came from the doorway.
"Rebekah!" Katrine exclaimed rushing out of bed to greet her friend, "It's so good to see you!" "And you," Rebekah replied matching Katrine's grin. Katrine led her over to the bed, "You must tell me everything that has happened since we last met."
Klaus stood up, "I shall leave you girls to gossip as we all know you do best." "Thanks goodness you're back, Katrine. Elijah has been moody and hell bent on changing Klaus since he last you. He won't even talk about the visits."
"Well, he came to see me in a place called Sioux Falls where I was keeping an eye on some hunters who lost their father as I promised their father. I told him to leave before he got caught."
"Well he's been in a mood since then so maybe that will change."
"Tell me about Klaus' child," Katrine asked, "Who's the mother?" "She's a werewolf called Hayley and she's really very nice. Poor girl has to put up with that," Rebekah nodded in the direction Klaus had left.
"So, this is the compound."
Rebekah nodded.
"I thought so, it looks just the same," Katrine thought about all the times she had spent here with the Mikaelsons.
"It is not a building with room to change." Katrine turned to see Elijah standing where Rebekah had just minutes before. "I'll see you at dinner, Katrine," Rebekah stood and left. Elijah stepped aside to let his sister out and nodded his thanks as she passed.
He crossed the room in a few swift steps and sat on the imprint Rebekah had left. He pulled a small vial from his pocket and handed it to Katrine, "This should help." "Thank you," Katrine said graciously, placing it on the bedside cabinet.
"So, the compound?" Katrine asked.
Elijah only nodded as he analysed the woman in front of him. As expected, she had not changed a bit. Her hair was still glossy and light on her shoulders, her absorbing blue eyes danced in the light and joy was clear in them.
"It has been a while, Elijah," Katrine said carefully, not wanting to upset the man. "It has." "But this long-distance thing, it's working?" Katrine was wary, not really wanting to know the answer.
Elijah pulled her close and hugged her tightly, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, having never realised before how strong the smell of strawberries was, "It is working, Katrine. Just, let's not go so long without seeing each other." Katrine nodded slowly and pressed her face into his neck before pulling back and asking, "How many vampires live here?"
Elijah chuckled softly knowing exactly what she meant, "You can share my bathroom. No other vampires to concern yourself with."
"Good," came the short, relieved, reply, "But how come there are so many?"
"Do you remember Marcellus?" Elijah looked dead in her eyes as he started to explain, allowing the words to roll of his tongue as he became lost in her eyes, "After we left New Orleans, even though we thought he was dead, he came to rule this town. He gained control of the witches in the French Quarter by using the most powerful witch, a girl called Davina. You can meet her later. He and his vampires came to live here. Now Klaus is back in control and we have taken up residency along with them."
"That simple?" Elijah chuckled again, "When you put it like that, it is."
"I'm sorry about pushing you away those years ago. I was afraid because if
they had caught you they would have found out you can't die and they would just keep hurting you," Katrine explained breathlessly, not wanting to be interrupted. "I understand," Elijah started, "but I hadn't seen you since you left to go to England and I needed to make sure you were okay. How was England?"
Katrine laughed nervously, "Well…no it didn't go so well." Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Got a little carried away at a party and added to the list of countries I'm wanted in," Katrine blushed slightly and shifted her gaze to the floor. She felt Elijah lift himself from the bed and she turned to look at him.
His hand was outstretched, "Miss Ward, would you grant me the pleasure of accompanying me to dinner?" Katrine giggled at the so obviously outdated formality but played along out of nostalgia, "The pleasure would be all mine."
If anything was to be said about Klaus, it is that he definitely knows how to throw a good dinner. Aside from the introductions, that witch was really something (Katrine could smell her power a mile off) there were willing, well, compelled, humans donating their blood to be drank by the 'inner circle' as Klaus called it.
"Where are the rest of the vampires?" Katrine quietly asked Rebekah. "They eat in the courtyard. They get the same meal just not in the same format," Rebekah replied nodding at the zombie-like humans bleeding into the glasses.
"Sorry I'm late," a heavily pregnant brunette entered the room, "I wasn't feeling too well and those stairs are getting more difficult every day."
"We were happy to wait," Klaus gestured to the table for everyone to take their places.
Elijah guided Katrine over to the brunette who was rapidly regaining her composure, "Katrine, this is Hayley." Katrine shook Hayley's hand as it clicked, "You're the pregnant werewolf."
As soon as she said the words Katrine cringed, "Sorry, bad way to connect." Hayley laughed, "Its fine. A lot of people have been doing that. My reputation obviously precedes me."
"We should sit down before Klaus becomes agitated," Elijah placed his hand on Katrine's back and gently pushed her toward the table. Hayley followed suit and sat at the bottom of the table opposite Klaus.
Elijah took his place beside Klaus, who was at the head, and Katrine sat beside him. Rebekah seated herself next to Katrine, "So you met Davina and Hayley."
Katrine nodded, "Both very powerful in their own rights."
Klaus stood and instantly silence fell over the table. "I would like to thank you all for joining me tonight," Klaus started, "to welcome back a long-missed friend." He turned to Katrine, "To old friends." Everyone raised their freshly filled glasses and said in unison, "Old friends." Katrine started smiling shyly and Elijah kissed her on the cheek.
Just as everyone began to eat, noise erupted from the courtyard.
Katrine, her hunter senses still sharp as ever, rushed out to see what was wrong with Elijah close on her heels. They reached the edge of the walkway overlooking the courtyard and saw the madness unfold beneath them.
Men with long silver blades invaded their sanctuary and started a mass slaughter. Unfortunately, Katrine recognized their style. She snarled, "Hunters."
A/N: Oh my god! Cliffhanger! But I'm not sorry. Keep on reading to find out what happens.
Kat out xx
