Chapter Thirty Six

"Are you sure that you can walk?" Elijah asked Katherine as the double doors of the hospital opened. The cold wind hit her face, she had finally been released from the hospital after she practically bullied the medical staff to let her leave. She had decided to give birth to both children the dead one and the alive one at the same time, so she didn't harm the other baby.

"Elijah, I'm fine." Katherine said trying her mask her irritation, for the past few days Elijah had been treating her like a priceless porcelain doll that would break at any second, not that Katherine blamed him, but he knew better than anyone that she hated being treated like a weakling.

Katherine was dressed in a dark blue wool dress, boots, and a black jacket. Her belly looked somewhat smaller, but even though Katherine tried to take her mind off things, she couldn't. She felt a lump in her throat, she had just lost a baby, a human being, he own baby that had been sleeping peacefully inside her along with her sister for the past seven months.

And now she had paid the price for a 500 year old plan of revenge.

She rested her hand on her bulging stomach and bit her lip, trying to keep the tears from falling out in rage. It was so unfair. She was tired of crying, tired of worrying, tired of caring. Was it her fate to loose everyone she cared about for trying to save her own life 500 years ago? Her parents, Belle, and now her baby had died because of her.

Elijah noticed the way that Katherine had just zoned off and it worried him. He had never seen Katherine even remotely depressed, or if he had her mood swings didn't usually last long.

He squeezed her arm gently and led her back towards the car. "Come on, Katerina. Let's go home."

Elijah parked the car in the garage, the tension inside the car was thick even though Katherine hadn't spoken the entire ride home. She had mostly just looked out the window or played with the scarf around her neck.

"I'll get your belongings, you just go upstairs and rest," Elijah said hoping to get some response from her.

Katherine simply nodded and before she could open the car door, Elijah leaned forward and kissed her. "I love you, Katerina I want you to remember that," he murmured. "And if you ever need anything, or if you ever want to talk, I'm here for you."

Katherine nodded as she closed the door.

"Elijah and Katherine just arrived," Stefan informed Rebekah as they met up in the square. It seemed safer right now that in the compound.

Rebekah asked. "How is she?"

"Hurt, broken, depressed to say the least," Stefan stuffed his hands in the pocket of his coat. "I don't think she has come to terms with it that she actually lost the baby. I saw her briefly, thought she refused to talk to me, but she looked tired."

"I can't imagine it would be easy to lose a child," she admitted thinking of her brother, Henrik. She frowned when she saw a frightened Davina crossing the street and looking around as if worried that someone would chase her. "Is that Davina? I guess Marcel, was right-when we killed the other witch we revived, Davina."

Stefan and Rebekah approached her to greet her. Though they immediately knew that something was wrong with Davina. Her clothes looked messy, her hair was tangled, and she had a wild look in her eye that expressed continuing fear.

"Davina?" Stefan said gently.

Davina let out a little gasp as she took a step backwards, nearly tripping over. Rebekah grasped her arm. "Davina, what is it? What's wrong?"

Davina's eyes welled up with tears. "I killed her," she started shaking. "Monique told me too . . . and I wanted to revive all my friends . . . I killed Genevieve."

Katherine entered the nursery. She had remembered being annoyed that Rebekah had insisted on decorating the room like an overlarge pink marshmallow. Every time she had passed the room it made her smile a little thinking of the pointless arguments that had transcribed between Rebekah and Katherine, since Rebekah had ended up winning.

Now it just served as a taunting remainder of the other twin's death. Filled with fury, Katherine began throwing other objects across the room. There was a loud crashing noise in the room as she threw and broke whatever she could-picture frames, stuffed animals, piggy banks, the rocking chair, the small drawers. Everything that she could, she wanted to destroy everything, she wanted to make everything disappear.

Then she finally burst into tears. Her entire body was shaking and it didn't matter how much she wanted to stop crying, the tears didn't stop.

Klaus stepped into the room when he heard the racket, he stopped short when he saw Katherine crying. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Katherine cry. He wasn't good with crying, emotional women.

He removed his foot from where he had been stepping on a stuffed cow. "What happened, love? Why did you do this?"

"I hate this room!" she scowled. "I hate this place! I hate everything about it, I just wished that I didn't have to see it anymore!"

Klaus closed his eyes. He knew how Katherine was feeling, she destroying the nursery was her way of dealing with it, just like Klaus, his way of dealing with it had been killing innocents.

He looked at her awkwardly, not knowing what to say. He tried to pull her forward, but Katherine refused to budge. "Come on, love before you hurt yourself. I'll get you another puppy-"

"I don't want another puppy." Katherine said. "What's the point, Klaus? So that someone can kill it? What's the point in any of this? We knew were doomed from the beginning. We are two of the most hated people on the planet, I was an idiot thinking that everything was going to be all right. I want to go home." She whimpered, even though she was home. But in her mind she wanted to go back to Bulgaria for her mother to seek her comfort.

Klaus grasped her firmly by the shoulders, he was going to take the pain away. He looked into her eyes, compelling her. "You are going to go to your room and sleep, you won't remember the torture, the pain, and the suffering. You won't remember Belle. You never carried twins, all along you have only carried one child, a baby girl." He said slowly. "You are happy and you are excited and you can't wait for your daughter to be born. You're not going to go into the nursery until I tell you too. I'm going to have someone come in and redecorate the nursery in purple your favorite color. But most of all you are no longer going to be afraid and sad, you're going to be happy."

-End of Chapter Thirty Six-