Characters: Klaus, Kat, unnamed parents, villagers, Nadia, Elena, Jules and her pack

Summary: Set in S2, 4, and 5. Based on the song "Love Will Conquer."

Pairings:

Klatherine

*No Exit*

Here we are out here, me and you
Reaching out to each other
Is all we can do
Here we stand trying not to fall
There's no need to worry
Love will conquer all
Do you really want to know
Just how long we'll last

It was a nebulous night, as Katherine cried over Nadia's death from a werewolf bite, knelt by the couch. After having to watch her only child die, she was heartbroken. It felt like there was an even bigger hole in her heart. It almost felt like the hole in her heart she'd had when she'd found her family slaughtered 500 years ago in Bulgaria.

*1492 Flashback*

Will all of the bad times pass?
How can we make things right?
Ooh
And why, why is the world so unkind?

Katerina Petrova arrived back at her Bulgaria village, only to see her entire village slaughtered. Then, when she entered the little house her family lived in, her father was dead on the wall with a sword through his chest and her mother was on the bed with her throat torn out. She didn't care for her father's death though; only her mother's.
As she knelt on the bed by her mother, she cried, her heart broken. She had hated her father, but loved her mother. They'd been so close. Now her mother was dead and she was alone and a newly turned vampiress. She felt broken now.

*500 Years Of Solitude*

We surely can find peace of mind
If we only see the light
Can't you see that?
Can somebody tell me why?

It was a beautiful day, as Katherine lay in bed after last night's heart attack. She was dying of old age and very close to it. She knew she wasn't going to make it to tomorrow. She was going to die today, but she didn't care, because she had gotten the one wish she had wanted for 500 years. She had gotten to know her daughter.
As she lay there, stuck in memories as she tried to rest, she felt someone sit on her bedside and rest a gentle hand on the side of her face.
After 500 years, she knew who it was before he spoke.
"Katerina," he greeted in his all too familiar British accent.
"Klaus," she said weakly without opening her eyes.
After everything he'd done to her, she knew he would be showing up to see her. She expected him to go inside her head or torment her somehow, but he was gentle, instead. This wasn't like the Klaus she had known for 500 years. He had changed after being in New Orleans for a while. Even if he did torment her though, she was too weak and tired to be afraid or fight back. He didn't scare her by being here.
"Why are you here?" she questioned, eyes still closed.
"Believe it or not, I've come to give you peace. I've done enough to you, Katerina. The least I can do is to let go of my vengeance. Vengeance is overrated. You were just an innocent seventeen year old girl. I had no right to hunt you down like I did. I grant you freedom from me and hope that you may be reunited. I'm sorry for everything, luv."
"Thank you," was all she could say, though she wondered where all of this was coming from.
"Go to sleep, Katerina. Rest."

*A View To A Kill*

Why do our dreams go wrong?
Why can't we belong?
Oh, where did we start?
Oh, and tell me when
When will we ever learn
There's nowhere else we can turn
The truth is in our hearts
Here we are together

Katherine lay on the couch after being bitten by Klaus hours ago, when she'd said some hurtful things to him, which had hurt and angered him.
He sat on the coffee table, as she said weakly, "I know that you are in love with me."
"How can you think that?" he asked.
"Because I've seen it," she replied.
"You're hallucinating," he reasoned.
"And anyone capable of love, is capable of…being…saved," she replied, having a hard time breathing at the last part. Then she closed her eyes and was quiet.
"Katerina? Katerina," he called, but didn't get a reply.
He gave a growl, realizing that she was just moments from death.
He got up from the coffee table and gently lifted her upper body so he could sit behind her on the couch. Then he rested her upper body against him, her head against his shoulder, and bit his wrist. Then he put it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to cure her.
Later that night, she was cured.

*Daddy Issues*

Sometimes the road gets hard to travel
Sometimes the pain's too much to bear

It was a dismal night, as she sat in what looked to be a cage, being tortured by Jules and her werewolf pack. They wanted to know more about the curse Klaus was going to break and where her doppelganger was, but she wasn't talking. If she told them anything, they would kill her doppelganger to stop the curse from being broken. She may hate her, but she would protect her from everyone that wasn't an Original. Even if that meant torture and death for her.
As she sat in the cage after a lot more torture, she heard the sounds of fighting and couldn't help but to smile, knowing who it was that was coming to her rescue. He may hate her, but he wouldn't leave her to be tortured by mere werewolves.
As she closed her eyes because of blurry and dim vision, tired and weak, the noises died down and she heard the door open quickly.
"Katerina."
Once inside the cage, Klaus gently pulled her into his arms, one arm under her legs and the other under her head. Then he got out of the cage with her and got to his feet. Then he blurred home with her in his arms.

Once he had her in bed in his room, he bit his wrist and put it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to heal her faster, since the werewolf torture was making her healing and recovery process slow.
Later that night, she recovered perfectly and went home.

*I Know What You Did Last Summer*

Sometimes when life seems to unravel
That's the time, oh, to say
We're gonna make it anyway
Can't you see that?

Klaus was in the woods after coming back to town for a short vacation, when he smelled blood, so he followed the smell to a car crash.
Once at the passenger's side of the car, he clearly saw an injured and human Katerina. She was in horrible condition. There was blood on either side of her head and her lower stomach was wounded. There was a shard of glass in her side and some glass had cut one of her wrists.
After realizing her condition, he used hybrid strength to toss the door aside. Then he gently slid an arm under her head and pulled the glass out of her side. He then bit his wrist and put it to her lips to heal her, keeping her from dying.
Once she'd healed, he gently picked her up in his arms and blurred towards his house just passed the woods.
"You're gonna be okay, luv," he promised, though he had no clue whether she could hear him or not.
Later that night, she was just fine.