Chapter 10 - Love or Blood Part II (Edited 8/26/14)
Last time...
While trying to convince Klaus not to kill Elijah or Katherine, Caroline accidentally admits that she cares for Klaus. After some more confessions from both sides, Caroline finally decides to give a relationship with Klaus a chance, to Klaus's delight. Klaroline is a couple for mere minutes before Kol drops the bomb on their relationship of Hayley's carrying Klaus's child. A fact that Caroline knew nothing about till now...
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Elijah POV
I sigh when I ring Niklaus again around 2am and receive no response, canceling the call in defeat.
"Don't tell me you're actually surprised Elijah," says Katerina with a scoff, calling my attention to her from her seat on the hotel balcony railing. She is still in her bathing suit, the night sky and the beach I found her in serving as a backdrop as the wind whips her ever present dark tresses about her face. She appears to be posing for magazine with the way she leans on the connecting wall leading to the neighboring balcony, both her legs propped up on the railing she is sitting on, joined at the knees but stretching out causally at the ankles.
She is undeniably stunning. Without a doubt, owning a sophisticated confidence that has been refined over 500 years. Admittedly, Hayley couldn't evoke such finesse in her best day, despite her own beauty. Getting distracted in Hayley and the baby, getting pulled in by Hayley's obvious loneliness due to Niklaus' neglect of her was simple to do. Far more simple then thinking of and remembering the Petrova Doppelganger that had stolen my heart centuries before, bearing the face of another lover named Tatia whose memory now did nothing but leave an unwanted residue in its wake.
In sum, it is easier getting lost in Hayley when all thoughts of Katerina are laced with hurt and betrayal.
She used my affection for her as shield, protection against the Salvatores and Niklaus. She never cared for me in return. I knew that.
Therefore, why try doing the honorable thing when it has brought me nothing but misery? In a 1,000 years, it was always family above all. I clung to it like a vise, sacrificing my own happiness on the alter to atone for the sin of pursuing the same woman that my brother coveted. It is why when I turned that the feeling of guilt magnified and resulted in clinging to morality so much.
I had thrown my standards to the wind with Tatia. I cared not she was with Niklaus. I cared not that our rivalry over a woman left our family displeased. Yet, when Henrik died, there was not a day that passed which I do not bear the guilt of tearing my family apart with my transgressions against Niklaus over a woman.
I have tried to make amends by portraying my undying loyalty to Niklaus.
I have tried to make amends by searching for his redemption when he delved deeper and deeper into darkness.
But, the more I involve myself with Katerina, the more I feel the old Elijah coming forth.
The selfish Elijah whose only desire is to indulge in what he wants, family be damned.
It is that Elijah who consorts with Hayley, the mother of his brother's child. It is that Elijah who is attempting to plea for a second time for the life of Katerina Petrova even though the noble Elijah swore to have no dealings with her again.
She didn't care about me. I am an instrument to be used in her survival yet again.
Or was I?
Did I truly believe she didn't care?
For if I did, I would not be serving as intermediary between her and Klaus, bartering for her life, using Klaus' Caroline as leverage without Katerina requesting me to do so.
Why help her? Why let her use me once again?
In answer, I remember her face as she gave me the cure from Silas' tomb, no strings attached, insisting that I take it just before she said with such sincerity:
"Because I meant what I said about my feelings for you. And I'd like to think that you feel something for me too. I need you to trust me. I want you, to trust me. Just like I'm trusting you. You don't owe me anything. I'll let you decide where we go from here."
A heavy sigh from Katerina brings me back to the present.
She stares at the beach, her face void of emotion. "Guess it's time for this Kat to hit the road."
She swings her legs off the railing, and walks back into the hotel room.
"Katerina..."
She whirls suddenly at me. "What? Elijah? What?!" she snaps impatiently, taking me slightly aback. "We know how this broken record goes!" She mimics my voice, straightening up an imaginary tie for dramatic effect. If the situation were not dire, I might of laughed. " 'Katerina. I will not let Niklaus harm a hair on your head. You are safe from him.' "
I narrow my gaze at her. "And has he?"
"No. But..."
"But nothing. He has not touched you and that will remain the same."
"Not this time Elijah! He's..." She let out a dark chuckle, averting her gaze a bit before she looks back at me with a helpless shrug. "He's going to kill me. For real this time. Caroline told me enough about her and him. He saved her life way too many times to ignore, one time nearly getting killed by Alaric with the white oak stake. I got into her head and confirmed it all while she was asleep. Tricky, mind you, doing that in Elena's toddler vamp body but whatever. The point is, it isn't Caroline's imagination. Klaus...CARES about her."
My eyes widen for a second in surprise, but I quickly recover. Niklaus always has a keen sense of self preservation, a trait only heightened after years of running from Mikael. For him to place his own welfare at risk for another that wasn't family was...shocking.
The end of shocking information did not stop there, however.
"Never mind he bloodshared with her like three times, one while they did the horizontal mambo. I totally didn't think him capable of that. Even I never shared my blood with anyone like that but the evidence is there and I'd be a fool to ignore it so I'm getting the hell out of here, because I totally messed up with kidnapping his Queen bee and Katherine Pierce is totally not going to die today, believe that and I..."
"Katherine!"
She snaps her mouth shut.
"You're..." I let a small smile grace my features. "You're...rambling." My smile widens, realizing she hasn't done such a thing when she is anxious since she was human. I can't help but attribute such a change to her latest companion which Katerina spent the last two months with.
She surmises as much as well. "Oh God," she groans, rolling her eyes. "That is SUCH a Blondie thing to do."
" 'Blondie?' " I repeat, confused.
"Caroline," she explains. "Damn her. She's rubbing off on me, with her good ship lollipop perky attitude. She's the one that rambles!"
I stand there in awe, now realizing the gift this baby vampire held.
"Elijah?" she presses gently when I don't speak for awhile.
"She really is his redemption," I say more to myself than her.
Katherine blinks rapidly, briefly taken aback before she rolls her eyes again and scoffs. "Of course this all about saving Klaus. As always. When the hell are you going to do something for YOU Elijah? Seriously, this is getting pathetic..."
"Katerina. You do not understand," I say with renewed conviction, closing the distance between us. "Caroline is a godsend not just to Niklaus, but for all of us. To you most of all!"
She throws me a confused glare. "What are you talking about?"
I sigh impatiently but somehow I calmly explain things to her. "Caroline has only been with you for two months, but she has managed to bring out a human aspect in you that I haven't seen for over 500 years. She's been with Niklaus for a bit over a year and he's already saved her life at risk of his own, bloodshared with her intimately, spoken the Eternal Vow to her..."
" 'The Eternal vow?' " repeats Katherine, quizzically.
I ignore her, unwilling to go into explaining such things at the moment. "Whose to say how much more humanity Caroline can bring out of Niklaus the longer she stays with him? Perhaps, mercy..." I look at her meaningfully.
"Forgiveness..." I add.
Katherine shakes her head, but I see the glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Okay. Fine. Maybe she does tend to bring out the humanity in vampires. It's just this..." her forehead crinkles as she searches for a word, "...light about her, I guess, but to think that Caroline will be enough to save me from Klaus? Yeah. No. Not a risk I'm willing to take."
She turns away, grabbing her bags.
"Katerina..."
"This isn't just about me Elijah. It's about Nadia too!" she declares, effectively cutting me off.
"Who?"
She raises her hand to silence me. "Never mind," she says, walking away.
I grab her by the elbow to stop her, ignoring the softness of her skin and the yearning to touch more of it.
"Who is Nadia?" I press gently.
She searches my face for a moment, clearly battling with what she will say next. Finally, she sighs, looking away.
"She's my daughter."
Though stunned, I manage to ask how. A miracle that I nor Niklaus did not know of this. Had Klaus known, no doubt he would have killed Nadia or used her to draw Katerina out years ago when he was hunting her.
"She's a vampire," Katerina explains. "She's been looking for me every since she turned." Her features soften, signaling an emergence of vulnerability rare to see on Katherine. "When she found me, I thought the last thing I wanted to be was a vamp mom, telling myself that she deserves better and she does but I can't help but think it's all a second chance!" she confesses passionately. "A second chance to do right by her and I can't exactly do that if I'm dead somewhere or running from Klaus!"
I close the distance between us, putting my hands comfortingly on her shoulders.
"Then let me help you," I say solemnly. "Do not run. I WILL get Niklaus to pardon you. I swear..."
My phone rings, and we give each other a look before I take the phone out of my pocket. I take a deep breath, seeing the caller ID before I pick up.
"Niklaus."
To my disappointment, Katherine steps away, acting as if Niklaus can reach her through the phone and kill her that way.
"You have a deal," he says bluntly. "Be at Kings Park in an hour."
I look at Katerina who stares back at me with wide eyes in shock.
"It's a trap!" mouths Katerina urgently.
"We'll be there," I say, hanging up.
Mortified, Katerina shouts at me. "Are you insane?!"
"He will not touch you. You are linked to Caroline..."
"I lied!"
I blink, computing her confession when she says it again.
"I lied Elijah! Did you really think I'd be that dumb to link myself to a year old vampire? A being I can't protect because I'm even younger than her? She was only useful as insurance against Klaus, not another way to kill me."
Well. That may be...a problem. "He needn't know," I finally say.
She shakes her head. "Elijah..."
"You still have something to barter with. They need human doppelganger blood to complete the ritual to save Caroline."
"Save her?" Her face is etched in what looks like genuine concern. "What's wrong with Blondie?"
I choose my words carefully, not wanting to reveal too much. She is Katherine Pierce after all. "We have a reliable source stating Caroline's death to be imminent. The only way to save her is to turn her into an Original."
Katherine's eyes grow wide. "Is that even possible?"
"Seems so. All the Bennett witch needs is enough power to do the spell in my mother's grimoire, White oak, and..."
"...The blood of the doppelganger," she says with a nod, a slow smile spreading on her face. "So Klaus would need me to save his precious Carebear," she chuckles in realization, clearly pleased with this turn of events, but I put a damper on her hope.
"You are no longer human Katerina," I gently remind her as she walks all to eagerly to the door now without her bags, confident of her safe return. "But perhaps the Bennett witch can use you to track down Elena."
She stops and turns to me. "Why would we need to do all that when I already know where our darling Elena already is," she says casually with a smirk.
I stare at her while everything slowly clicks into place. "You are the one that took her body," I say slowly.
"You mean my body Elijah," she says with an eye roll and a hand on her hip in typical Katherine style. "It has sentimental value to me for over 500 years so let's say I wanted it somewhere safe. Good thing I did too," she says, smile broadening as she continues to reveal her expertise in diabolical planning. "When those same witches who told me about Klaus' miracle baby called me a few weeks ago, saying they caught my body walking out of the crypt they kept it in, can you imagine how surprised yet happy I was that I had not one, but two wild cards in my possession? One against Klaus and one for the Salvatores, making me essentially..."
"Untouchable," I finish for her, following after her as she walks out the door.
"Untouchable," she throws back at me in agreement with a sway of her hips as she walks away with a sly smile on her face. "Especially now, according to you, Klaus will want Elena just as much as the Salvatores since she is the key of making his queen bee Caroline just like him. It's so..." she clasps her hands together, batting her eyelashes dreamily in exaggeration, "romantic. They get to live happily after courtesy of Katherine Pierce! Isn't that grand, Elijah?" she ends with a cold sneer, her smile dark.
I gaze at her, making mental note to watch her carefully. I did not like the joy she seems to derived from all of this. I want to keep her safe, but I'd be a fool to think she would not try to get some form of vengeance on Klaus who killed her family and caused her to run for her life for 500 years.
Katherine POV
I get out of the car when Elijah goes into the gas station to pay. I'm absolutely beside myself. The happiest I've ever been since turning into a vampire for the first time.
Freedom.
It's so close to being a reality, I can't believe it. After tonight, if I play my cards right, I can finally start living my life freely.
No more running, no more paranoia, no more waiting for Klaus to find and kill me.
Most importantly, no more need to be the conniving, vengeful, back stabbing Katherine anymore. I can finally go back to being Elijah's Katerina. A woman worthy of him.
Maybe...
"Katherine?" calls a now familiar voice from my cell phone, pulling from my thoughts.
I sigh her name in relief. "Nadia."
"Oh, thank God!" she replies, her voice heavy with the relief I'm feeling. "It's been days since I've heard from you!"
I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear guiltily. "I know. Things have been wild since I found out Klaus and his groupies were closing in on us."
"Are you alright?" her concern apparent.
I smile softly at that. Knowing that someone is genuinely concerned for me is always...refreshing.
"Yes Nadia. Maybe even better. I think..." I take a breath, just the thought getting me excited, "...I think I've found something to get the Big Bad Wolf Klaus off my back. There won't be a need to do our vengeance plan on Klaus."
"You are just going to forgive him?!" cries Nadia shrilly. "After all he's done to our family?!"
"God no!" I say with a scoff. "But I'm not going give him reason to come after us either. Having Klaus owe me one by saving someone he cares for is waaaaaaay more useful," I say with a grin.
"I see," she mutters in disappointment. " Well. Is Elijah helping you?" saying Elijah's name in a sing song, teasing tone.
I laugh. "Yes..."
"I told you he still cared!" she busts out. "And here you were hesitant to reach out."
"I didn't tell you about Elijah so you can throw it in my face," I say grumpy. "He's still loyal to Klaus."
"He is his brother Katherine..." she butts in briefly all a matter of factly.
"Yeah. Well. I'm over it because I got more than him on my side now."
"Right. What did you find that you can use against Klaus?" she says intrigued.
"Something important," I say vaguely, not willing to delve too deeply over the phone. "How's my wannabe in New Orleans? That red head witch Genevieve cooperating?"
"She is, but she's been secretive lately. I think she's up to something. Her little coven's been having secret meetings and she's asked me to report on Hayley's daily activities."
"The Were-slut baby mama?" I arch my eyebrow confused. "Why?"
"I don't know."
Something to look into. "Okay. Keep me posted and keep my dopplebitch safe."
She lets out a chuckle. "I will. I won't let you down," she promises.
A lump of emotion rises in my throat at her sincerity, but I push it down. "I don't doubt it," I say. "I'll be seeing you soon Nadia."
"You will not," says a female accented voice suddenly.
I whirl around to the voice, phone still on my ear, when my eyes rests on a figure dressed in a black plaited mini skirt, with killer, thigh high Jimmy Choo stilettos sitting on top of a nearby gas pump. Her eyes slowly turn to meet mine, a mesmerizing hazel green in where the amber in her eyes seems to glow under the moonlight. Her waist length mane of red gold, meticulously layered, curls of hair compliment her corset red top with black lace trim in which a gold chain bearing a howling wolf medallion rests on her chest. The collar of her black leather Gucci jacket pops up just enough to brush against her full, bright red, lower lip.
She's casually holding a gigantic grimoire over her lap as her eyes increase in intensity the more she looks at me.
I clear my throat, putting away my phone as I will away the danger that excludes from this unknown figure, reminding myself that I do have an Original on my side after all and besides Klaus, no one is stronger than that. That knowledge brings a smile to my face as I saunter casually over the woman.
"Nice Jimmy Choo's," I say somewhat jealous, closing the distance between us slowly.
She smiles, mirroring my nonchalant persona. "My sincerest thanks," she replies in a sickeningly sweet accent that I can't detect it's country of origin. She moves to say something else but I cut her off with a question, folding my arms across my chest.
"And what did you mean 'I will not?' "
She lets out a chuckle. "What I meant Ms. Katerina Petrova" she says, saying my name in perfect Bulgarian, "is that I have much different plans for you," her eyes narrowing dangerously into mine.
Different plans huh?
Fuck this.
I flash at her in attack mode, but before I can reach her, she disappears.
"What the...ahh!"
I cry out in pain when someone comes from behind, turns, and slams me roughly on a steel column.
I meet the woman who was once on top of the gas pump, face to face. Her once hazel green eyes glitter gold, the spider web of black veins crowd around her eyes, and her double set of fangs drop.
I automatically stiffen with fear when I realize what I'm staring at:
A hybrid.
"Please be a dear and cooperate," she says with an evil grin. "I am in a time crunch you see. Would hate to further intervene more than necessary..."
"Release her!" says a deep, commanding male voice.
I sigh inwardly in relief.
Still holding me up, she turns her head slowly to look at Elijah. She tilts her head, appraising him. "You should leave friend," she says. "My business is with your companion, not with you."
"I won't ask again," warns Elijah coldly.
Everything else happens lightning fast then.
Without warning, she drops me, the grimoire she holds falling to the floor before me.
I look up to see the red head and Elijah engage in a hand to hand combat in a speed that nearly makes my head spin.
I smile when Elijah momentarily locks his arms around her neck to snap it but she's too fast. With an agility that makes my mouth drop, she runs up a wall, heels and all, flipping over Elijah, whose face is the picture of astonishment, before she snaps his neck viciously.
Knowing Elijah isn't really dead but I might be, Katherine Pierce's survival mode kicks into gear. I'm half way to the car before I notice she's already there, leaning casually on the passenger side, arms embracing her huge grimoire over her chest.
"Your manners darling are severely lacking," she says with a frown, her hybrid features now gone. Under the streetlight, she looks so innocent, so young. If I didn't just see her take out Elijah, I would of fell for it.
I reign in my terror, determined to go out with some form of dignity if my end is tonight. I didn't live for 500 years to go out like a crybaby.
Then a sudden thought comes to mind.
Maybe I can distract her long enough for Elijah to wake up and get the drop on her.
I can't die tonight. Especially when I'm so close to being free of Klaus.
"Sorry. What was I thinking?" I snap sarcastically. "Oh! I know! Maybe: 'Get the hell out of here before this bitch kills you too!' "
"My dear," she says with a light laugh. "When you die," the "when" not lost on me, "It will not be by my hand. I promise you," she says.
I swallow. "Then whose?"
She steps forward and I do not move, ready to take her head on, before a blur blows past me, impaling the woman through her stomach against the car with a makeshift stake.
She hisses in pain and then a scream rips through her throat when Elijah gives the stake a twist. The grimoire drops on impact and I grab it, watching Elijah's fury manifest on his vampiric face.
I come up beside him, hearing his voice drop into the commanding tone of compulsion.
"Who are you?" He growls.
She laughs loudly into his face, taking both of us aback. "I am sorry!" she manages between laughs."Did you...Did you have the audacity to attempt to compel me? Grand idea though. Let me try something similar."
I watch her hazel green eyes dilate, her smile falling off her face.
"Release me," she says sternly.
To my horror, Elijah pulls out the stake and lets go.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I shout at him in disbelief. This is not happening. This is NOT happening!
I step back, really scared now when the redhead heals nearly instantaneously. Her eyes are still boring into Elijah's, her compulsion, I can't believe this shit, working!
"Be a dear," she continues sugar sweet, "forget my face, and all that transpired. You can wait for Katerina in a different vehicle that you will acquire right now that is full of gas by the way, since this one has been damaged and the gas tanks are out of order."
She steps back, breaking the compulsion and not a second later, Elijah is gone, leaving me to stare at the empty spot.
"How?" I croak, staring blankly at the spot Elijah just stood.
"I have dominion over all creatures of the dark, child," she explains. "There are none I bow down to in this realm save my Allvaldr."
I look up at her, my mind going a mile a minute trying to figure her out. I knew plenty of languages and that word didn't belong to any I knew. Which meant...she was speaking a word older than my existence, making her at least 500 years old. But she was a hybrid. I SAW the two sets of fangs, the werewolf gold eyes. Plus, I'm pretty sure werewolves don't live as long as 500 and CAN'T compel Original vampires! She's more powerful than an Original with that ability alone, never mind she managed to snap Elijah's neck.
What was she? A lost Original sibling? No. She's wouldn't be able to compel Elijah if that was the case...
"Worry not, dear Kat," says the red head with a happy twinkle in her eyes I don't like. "Simply take the book to my Allvaldr and all will be well. He undoubtedly will take of the rest. If he is anything like I remember him to be in the past, he has quite the original Hybrid temper," she ends, staring down at me meaningfully.
Then I get it and my blood runs cold.
Original Hybrid temper...
Original Hybrid...
Oh fuck...
Klaus. This bitch works for Klaus?! How the hell does Klaus have someone as powerful as whatever this chick is serving him?!
I shake my head defiantly, not willing to go within one foot of that Original jackass."No. I won't."
She approaches me in a attempt to intimate but I stand still, refusing to run (like I'd get far any way).
"I can make you," she says casually.
"I'm on vervain," I retort smugly.
She grabs my chin suddenly and our eyes connect. When my mind fogs up and I feel the pull, my mind going blank, I know then I'm dead wrong.
And I wouldn't remember how wrong I was until it's too late to do anything about it...
I blink rapidly, and glance down at the grimoire with strange, intricate writings...wait.
I look at Elijah who starts the car in the driver's seat next to me. "Aren't you going to get gas?" I ask in confusion.
Elijah opens his mouth to answer, put pauses mid sentence and uncharacteristically shakes his head as if shaking out some cobwebs. I see his eyes glaze over briefly, struggling to remember something, and I swear, if he wasn't an Original, he almost looked...compelled?
I laugh inwardly to myself, dismissing that thought immediately. Whatever Kat.
"We..." he clears his throat. "There is no need. The tank is full."
I look at the meter. "Guess so..." I answer hesitantly. Then I realize something else.
This is not the red convertible I stole with Caroline!
"Why the hell are we in a Ford Focus?!" I'm Katherine Pierce, high class diva! I can't be seen in a Ford vomit Focus!
Elijah chuckles, pulling the car out of the gas station to my dismay. It's official: Worst. Day. EVER.
"It was damaged and the gas tanks were out of order," he says automatically.
His robotic tone makes me look at him quizzically for a moment till a sharp turn makes the grimoire on my lap nearly slip off before I catch it.
"An ættartala..." says Elijah in awe, his eyes fixated on the book in my lap. "Wherever did you find a Norse genealogy book and why are you carrying it around?"
I stare at Elijah, my mouth moving on its own to answer him. "To give it to her Allvaldr."
I shake my head, scared. A what? Why is that word familiar? More importantly, why can't I remember where I heard that word from?
Elijah's eyes narrow suspiciously towards me at my answer. "Whose Allvaldr Katerina? Whose Sovereign?" he says urgently.
I watch Elijah's suspicion turn into concern then realization as I struggle to answer, much to my unspoken terror that is only increased when Elijah says grimly:
"You're compelled."
"How?!" I snap at him livid. "Did you bleed me out to get the vervain out of my system so you..."
"No Katerina. I did not," he says abruptly. The level of concern I see there, stops my tirade of accusation in their tracks.
"Then who?" I demand.
"The same person who gave you that book no doubt," responds Elijah, clearly unhappy with this turn of events. "Perhaps ithas some answers," says Elijah. "Open it."
I look at the black leather book, with what I guess know is Norse writing embossed on it, with gold trimmed pages. It has an intricately embroidered thick strap that is bound together by a metal seal engraved with a medallion sized impression of a howling wolf.
I try to rip it open, but the metal sears my skin, making me cry out in pain and frustration.
"It's magically sealed," explains Elijah, examining with his eyes briefly.
"So how we open it?" I ask impatiently.
His eyes twinkle in amusement. "We will let Niklaus do the honors," he says cryptically.
Klaus? What? "And what makes you think he can open it?" I ask, slightly irritated not knowing what he so obviously does.
A rare smile graces Elijah's features as he turns into King's park, the hybrid in question standing in the middle of a bubbly blond vamp, a supposed to be dead Original brother named Kol (how did that happen by the way?) and an annoying Bennett witch who, wait...
I look back at Elijah to share my own grin of understanding with him first...
...before I look back to stare joyfully at the howling wolf medallion gracing the neck of a (not so annoying now) Bennett witch.
A medallion which really looks like a perfect key to the oh so mysterious Norse geneology book in my hands that I think it's safe to assume belongs to certain Original Hybrid named Klaus.
Perfect.
A/N Next time, the final part of this Arc. What do you think is going to happen? Will Klaus let Kat go? Does anyone ever figure out who compelled Elijah and Kat? Who is the red headed hybrid? What is her mission? Love to hear your thoughts!
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