Okay don't kill me here it is.


The devil in the detail has always been something Katherine believed in. If you looked at the finer details in life, you would find the dirty, lurking underbelly of a demon. If you look into most animal attack deaths 85% of them aren't an evil rogue animal, but an eviler demon, a vampire. If you look into why she had spent the last year 500 years running every detail every speckle has the same reflection. Klaus; the original devil.

That is why when Katherine woke up in her bed next to a sleeping Elijah she froze. Not because Elijah was lying in her bed, no. She froze because despite the fact she had been asleep her lower back ached. Elijah was on the other side of the bed asleep on his side, the white cover, concealing his waist line.

Her heart was hammering in her chest and she quietly slipped out from the bed. She was wearing a blue tank top and cream panties. She lowly slipped into the bathroom but the ache in her stomach seemed to get stronger.

She hoped taking a visit to the toilet my ease the pain. May be it is constipation. Katherine thought, but panic gripped her like a vice, refusing the let go. But as she sat on the toilet and pulled down her panties she saw it. Small red splotches, specks of red. Specks of blood. In the lacy detail of her underwear lay the reason for her pain.

She couldn't stop the sobs that left her. She pulled up her underwear but fell to the floor in sobs. They racked her body as she felt warmth trickle between her legs, sending ice down her spine.

"No" she sobbed repeatedly to herself. Her arms wrapping around herself. Another baby, her baby. She had lost it. She didn't get to hold her first one and now she miscarried the second. The pain was overwhelming for her.

It wasn't long before Katherine's sobs were loud enough to be heard from the bedroom, loud enough to wake Elijah.

"Katherine?" he asked pushing door open slightly. The smell of blood hit his nose immediately. Not the sweet, delicious smell that brought out the hunger in him. The bitter, rustic smell that sent shocks down his throat.

"I lost it" she cried. Elijah watched her, her face pale and body shaking, in utter total fear of what had happened to her. Tears tracked down her face her hands clutching at her thighs.

"Come, let me get you cleaned up" Elijah comforted.

"No" she whispered.

"Katherine..." but before he could continue the comforting words, he heard the rhythmic heart of a hybrid.

"What is going on here?" asked his brother as he stood in the door way.


well...