A/N- Extremely short and extremely angsty. *hides* you guys know I love my angst.
They say in your final moments your life flashes before your eyes. But what do you see when you've lived for 5 centuries? There have been too many places, too many faces, too many memories, too much pain, just too much. She's always wondered what she would think of, what she would see as she dies.
And somehow, she'd always known it would be him.
And that's exactly what she sees as she fights for every unnecessary breath. She thinks not of her time with Stefan, or Damon, or the 100 other men. She thinks of the daughter she never got to hold, and she thinks of her Elijah.
She sees him chasing her in the gardens, her heavy skirt swirling around her. She thinks of overhearing his conversation with Niklaus. She thinks of how much it pained to run away, how it ached to know that the man she loved was just going to let her die. She thinks of the time she saw him in the crowd, decades later. She thinks of the tears that pricked her eyes, the uncontrollable urge she had to go to him, to just hold his hand. She thinks of the last time she saw him, in the dimly lit street as she handed over her freedom to him.
And then dread grips her. Not because she's slowly withering away, not because the wolf bite pumps poison through her body. But because she realizes that he still doesn't believe her. And if she wasn't dying a slow, painful, death in the dungeons; she'd do whatever needed to make him believe.
If she can make him believe in her love, then maybe she'll have done one good thing in her life.
But its not to be. Life is cruel, particularly so to her. She's not Elena, she doesn't get the valiant rescues. No she gets to die cold and alone, drowning in her regrets. And it's him she thinks of, the hurt on his face, the love on his face as her eyes begin to flicker.
By the time Rebekah finds her, she can feel the last vestiges of life leaving her. And it's too late. For her, its always been too late.
She doesn't get a fairytale ending. She just gets an ending.
But there is still hope for her to do that one last thing that can let her die in peace.
So she clings to the blonde's jacket and pulls her closer, her voice coarse and strained, "Please tell Elijah that I love him. I really really do."
Rebekah nods and gulps uncertainly, unfamiliar emotions clouding her eyes. Pain, in the forefront. Not pain for Katherine, but for Elijah.
"I have lied and manipulated everyone in my life. But never him. You tell him that." Katherine presses, her aggression shining through in the last words, as if challenging the blonde to disobey her.
She remembers his words, that it's his disease that he keeps trusting her, only to be betrayed.
And when she dies, she dies praying that she's cured his disease.
A/N - I can't tell you how much I love your reviews, and I'll be responding to them soon. I just wanted to say that I will be taking a little break from kalijah for a few days. Move my focus back to my klaroline drabble blog and fics and come back to write the rest of the kalijah requests!