PART 11
Her fingers dug into the side of the lid, and she lifted it away easily. Light shone in from the opening and she observed the contents. It was a coffin. How poetic she thought sarcastically, rolling her eyes at Klaus's idea of creative. As she lifted the lid of the coffin, it's occupant came into her view. "Elijah," she heard herself breathe.
She was surprised to note that even though there was a hint of fear in her voice she almost sounded relieved. Had she been expecting Klaus to be in the coffin? She dismissed the thought quickly and looked down into the crate. He looked as he had in the boarding house basement so long ago. His eyes were closed, and his skin had a grey tint to it. But he didn't look dead. She observed that it almost looked as if he was just sleeping. A small smile touched her lips briefly, but it was gone before she could question it.
She reached out to move a strand of hair that had fallen onto one of his eyelids, but stopped herself before her fingers could graze his hair. Katherine turned her attention to the dagger imbedded in his chest. She paused for a moment. Did she really want to do this? Katherine's hand closed tightly around the dagger and she pulled.
Her wrist was grabbed from behind and she was flung away from the crate. The dagger clattered to the ground, and the sound echoed through the whole warehouse. She eyed it on the floor, and looked to Elijah, nothing was coming out of the crate. Katherine turned her attention to her attacker. He stood over her, back straight, looking ready for a fight. But he didn't look much older than twenty. This is going to be fun, Katherine thought.
She got to her feet quickly, and charged the kid in front of her. He smiled at her as she advanced, and moved out of her way quicker than humanity would allow. In one movement he had picked the dagger up off the floor and drove it deep into her ribs. Blood seeped out from the wound and Katherine looked at the kid confused.
"You must be Katerina," the kid suggested. Katherine's eyes widened. "Oh don't look so surprised my dear, I've heard a great deal about you." "How old are you?" Katherine asked. She pulled the dagger free from her flesh, and threw it angrily to the ground. "Older than you, cupcake," he replied. Katherine grimaced, that explains a lot, she thought. She groaned when fresh blood spilled out from her wound. The kid smiled, advancing towards her, "Bye bye sweetheart."
"I wouldn't advise that," a voice rang out from behind them. The kid turned quickly and fixed his glare on the voice's owner. Katherine relaxed a little when she recognized who he was glaring at.
"Now, I've had a rough couple of days.." Elijah began, taking a lazy step towards them, "So, I'll make this simple, he smiled, if you so much as touch her, again, it WILL.. be.. the last thing.. you.. ever.. do." He started emphasizing his words after "will," saying each word slowly so that there was no chance he would be misunderstood.
The kid glared at him, seemingly not impressed, "Get back in your box," he answered. Elijah's smile grew, and the kid turned towards Katherine. He didn't even get to think about taking a step before Elijah speed in between him and his target and had his shirt fisted in his hands. Elijah wasted no time in grabbing a hold of the hand that he deduced had probably wielded the dagger. He pulled on the wrist and with considerable ease, tore it from the body.
The kid's cries rang out to every corner of the warehouse. Quicker than he could have comprehended he could feel two hands brush his cheeks. The sensation of his bones beginning to bend in, twist, and compress overwhelmed him. The cracking rang inside his skull and he had enough time to cry out before his head was ripped from his body. The tear of skin was the last thing he heard.
Elijah was facing away from her and Katherine watched as he pulled on the lapels of his jacket and cracked his neck. He turned to face her and his eyes locked with hers.
Katherine would have been lying if she said she wasn't impressed by what he had just done. She recognizes another more carnal feeling that begins to heat her skin, but she shrugs it off as quick as she can. She watched him take a few steps towards her and she began to feel fear creep up on her, but it dissipated when he stopped. Katherine watched as Elijah took in a shaky breath and collapsed to the ground.
