Chapter 12
Notes: After an AU/AH piece, how about we get some vampire themed thing again? Also, bear in mind I watched The Originals just once - when it was on - and I had to search for resumes and youtube recaps, as well as watch TO 5x03, and try remembering what happened and how could I insert Kat in this, so yeah… enjoy!
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Anonymous on Tumblr: do you know of the terrible storyline in s4/5 of the originals? in which elijah loses his memory? and goes completely mad because he has no idea how to be a vampire? but then there's katherine who helps him even though she's not sure if she should / wants to?
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Unrecognition was the worse thing Klaus could've watched appearing in his brother's eyes. In more than a thousand years of existence, Niklaus had experienced hatred, betrayal, sadness and even pity intrinsic in Elijah's eyes, but never this lack of perception.
It was like Klaus was a mannequin and his brother had just rejected what he was displaying for sale.
Still, he offered Elijah a quirk of his lips from outside the café windows and moved along through Paris' streets.
It was many hours later, Elijah was still perched in his booth at the small French café, when he heard the doorbell signalizing new costumers, - he was intrigued by the French novel he was currently halfway into, even more so because he didn't remember learning the language to start with -, nonchalantly, he forfended his chocolate orbs from the yellow-leafed pages, looking up at the door's direction.
A curly brunette had just entered the premises and as she looked around, turning her face side to side making her long ringlets bounce, to find an empty table, she caught his eye.
The recognition in her eyes made his own not divert back to the book over the table.
Elijah watched as she strode the few steps between his table and the entrance. She stopped in front of him, looking down with a tilt of her head. The man thought it adorable, but didn't say anything. Although, she did.
"Elijah?" she sounded almost shocked, as if she didn't expect him to be here.
He closed the book and moved it away to the edge of the table closer to the window, as he stared at her in confusion.
"I'm sorry, mademoiselle, perhaps you're mistaking me for someone else?" he sounded the same in Katherine ears. He still had the accent that screamed old world's glamour, although his hair was different, modern-styled, his clothes less formal.
What the hell was happening?
"Pardon me, monsieur, it's just you remind me of someone I used to know," she deflected, yet didn't move somewhere else.
Elijah showed her a sheepish smile and averted his gaze for just one second, surveilling the place as if looking for her companion, for she probably wouldn't come back to where she came from after this encounter, knowing what he is.
"What's your name then?" she prompted
"I wouldn't know how to respond to that," and the look on his face confirmed it.
So, apparently this Elijah didn't know his name, had his memories wiped. Could he be a doppelganger of sorts? Katherine wondered, but as soon as the thought had come, it was gone. This man, was truly the Elijah she used to know.
"Well, Mister, my name's Katherine," she offered him her hand for shaking. He hesitated for an instant, but properly greeted the lady.
She didn't wait for him to offer her a seat, instead she moved the chair and settled herself in front of him, crossing her hands over the table.
"I guess you could call me Elijah then, since I remind you of him,"
This version of him wasn't confident, less so assertive. He probably thought she was human and that he'd drain her later. This Elijah probably didn't know about his abilities, or the extent they'd reach.
"Do you live here, Katherine?" he asked intrigued by this curly haired beauty in front of him. Such a good willed meal he would say, but there was something about her…
She nodded in agreement and looked around before laying her doe eyes on him "how about yourself?"
Again, he waited a second to pass before responding. "I've woken up at the Airport, couple weeks ago, I don't know how I-" he paused and sighed, side smiling at her and looking down, shaking his head to his lack of decorum. Exposing his life to a stranger. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling. Miss Katherine, I find myself a little at loss," justified and she shrugged nonchalant.
"What do you want to drink?" she asked noticing he didn't have any cup of coffee or tea on his table.
"I'm not thirsty for the kind of beverage they serve in here," oh she was aware of that alright.
"Let's get out of here," she quipped and got up from her seat.
Elijah aimed an incredulous look at her. Katherine would've laughed if he had his memories on him.
Her extended palm awaited for his decision, although she didn't seem to be in a hurry.
Elijah decided for taking her hand and when they touched, he knew she was his kind as well. The ice of her hand wrapped around his own and he only had time to take his book before they were speeding out the door.
"What are you?" he exasperatedly asked when they came to a stop blocks away from the coffee shop.
"The same thing you are," she said turning around to face him
"And what are we?" he sounded hopeless.
"Vampires,"
It all made sense now. Folklore professed those creatures fed from human blood, and that was why he had killed that man in an alley few days ago - and since then it proved torturous to be near any human without feeling his throat scratching, his tongue raspy, his gums itching…
She walked the short distance between them and cupped his face in her hands, taking him out of his daydream.
"Help me," he begged, his eyes vulnerable.
She knew she should not.
Memoryless or not, he was still Elijah Mikaelson. He had crushed her heart, and she swore he would be the last one to do so.
When he had broken up with her all those years ago in Mystic Falls, she had felt such rage she wanted to rip Elena's heart out of her chest, but she had decided against it in the end. Little Gilbert wasn't worth it. She already didn't have her brother, or any family for that matter, anymore and it served her right. Elena had manipulated Elijah into believing in her, but in the end he could've chosen right and sided with the woman he claimed he loved.
Katherine had been stupid and naïve in believing he would choose her over his family.
Add to that the fact she didn't know if he was cursed, or if he had someone back in New Orleans…
Still, seeing the man she loved so venerable, he didn't even know about what he is, or who he is… she closed her eyes and counted the pros and cons of doing what she was about to do.
"C'mon, lemme show you something," she finally said and took his hand in hers as she sashayed ahead in look for a human for them to play with.
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"Compelling is…" he fought to find the right word
"Fun?" she prompted and side looked at him as they were walking through Paris' streets. She had just taught him about compelling humans into doing whatever you wished for, and apparently he had found it refreshing.
"I could put it that way, yes," he gave her a beaming smile in gratitude. Katherine had also taught him about the thrill of the hunt and the benefits of playing with food before eating.
"What do you remember?" she suddenly asked as they crossed the street. She'd told him she was taking him to her place, mostly because he didn't have one.
Elijah adjusted his coat and took her hand in his as some cars approached before they'd reached the sidewalk. She had explained it couldn't kill them, still he did it out of instinct.
"Waking up at the airport alone, dressed in this suit, starving for something now I know it wasn't proper food."
She shook her head in acknowledgement and looked down at their intertwined hands.
What she wouldn't have given for them to be walking like this over Paris' streets years ago.
"And what about this book?" she chin pointed at it as they strode through the concrete.
He smiled and looked down at the volume in his other hand.
"Found it in the airport, can't seem to shake those characters from my head," he justified and aimed his eyes at her again. She offered him a smile and continued their stride for her condo, without letting go of his hand.
"And what is it about?"
"Two souls meeting thought time that could never be together," he paused as they entered her building, she didn't look at him as he continued "there's a force that's always pulling them apart, even thought they love each other senseless,"
She hummed as they ascended the narrow marble charcoal staircase 'till her apartment.
"I think of it to be bittersweet," he offered and looked down at the book's old green cover. He knew he shouldn't judge a book for its cover, but what had attracted him to it was its deep green washed up color. He could've sworn he had seen it before.
"So, you think those kinds of stories happen in real life?" she inquired as they ascended the last steps.
Elijah shrugged before gracing her with a response "I think that when two people love each other, they find a way to be together, in spite of deep fears that the world could divide them,"
The look in her face was unreadable, only if he knew how their story was close to this one inside the book.
Katherine rapidly blinked with the cruel irony and looked down at his hand that was still holding hers.
"What about this ring?" she raised their intertwined hand to his sight.
"Never had it in me to take it off, woke up wearing it," explained the Original.
She let go of his palm to find her key inside her jacket's pocket and opened the door to her flat, he followed her inside and closed the structure behind him, turning around to face her in the middle of her living room.
"Want something?" she offered politely and inserted her hands in her expensive designer-jeans' back pockets, shrugging in the process.
"Stop feeling lost like a bottle in the middle of the ocean,"
She sighed and went to him, pushing his face left with her index finger "I meant for drinking, silly,"
That seemed to lighten up the mood, because he smirked and averted his gaze from hers, looking at their feet, before looking around.
"Surprise me,"
The pang in her chest almost showed in her face. How many times while they were Cure-searching he had said those same words? She couldn't even count, but every time they would unwind after a stressful day, she would inquire what he wanted to drink and he would say it. Surprise me, Katerina.
Katherine moved away from him with a fake smile and walked into the kitchen to serve them a glass of wine.
Both were down in her couch moments later, their shoes discarded on the carpet, their limbs comfortable meeting in the couch as they sipped from their second bottle of red.
"You don't remember any family, then?" she tried being subtle.
Elijah shook his head no and refiled his glass, depositing the bottle back on the coffee table.
"Enough about me," he prompted and offered her a sincere but uncomfortable smile "I would like to know more about you, Katherine,"
She smiled back at him.
"Usually, between two vampires we start with when were we turned,"
"And, when were you?"
"1492, England. I hang myself while with vampire blood in my system. I was 19,"
He looked horrified and almost spiled wine over her couch. He figured she was to be young when it happened, she couldn't be more than 25, but 19? He tried not pitying her fate. Dead so young.
"Did your family have the same fate as well?"
She didn't respond immediately. Katherine took a deep breath and put her glass down to the side table where a lamp also lay.
"I was born in Bulgaria, my family wasn't with me when I turned, and when I came back for them, they were…" she didn't have to finish.
They were dead because your brother had killed them and I recall you apologizing to me, promising me you didn't learn about it 'till it was too late.
"I'm so sorry, Katherine,"
"I am, too,"
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It was a few nights later that Katherine woke up in a start, leaning herself up on her elbows, she squinted her eyes open looking at her bedroom's door.
"Elijah?"
He dithered for a moment, his hand hovering the door-knob, his ringed one holding the threshold. "I- I didn't mean to disturb you, I just couldn't-" he looked troubled and unsure of what to say.
Katherine noticed he wore only his boxers and an old shirt she gave him to wear as PJ's nights before. The brunette vampiress had bought him clothes, though he insisted in sleeping in this set. She had shown him the guest room the night she had brought him home and they had lived the following days peacefully, he hasn't recalled anything, she hasn't told him either.
"Come here," she encouraged and gesticulated with one of her hands for him to enter her chambers.
Elijah cautiously moved into her direction, leaving the door ajar, in case she changed her mind and told him to leave.
He awkwardly stopped by the other side of the bed and looked at her veranda, the glass door covered in lace curtains.
The man heard her shifting in bed and aimed his look at her figure. Elijah caught glimpse of her lace nightgown when she moved under the covers, giving him space to climb in.
Seeing he wouldn't without her direct orders, she tapped the empty space and moved the covers away, so the Original could accommodate himself by her side.
And he did.
Elijah covered himself and laid his head on the soft pillows, turning around to face her in the process.
Her demeanor was more awaken by now. Elijah showed her a lazy and grateful smile, he was full of those nowadays, and Katherine couldn't help but mirror it with one of her own.
In a bold move, she ran her hand that wasn't trapped beneath the covers, through his hair tousling ir, receiving a hum in approval. Elijah closed his eyes savoring the caress.
This woman right here, oddly made him feel things he strangely found familiar. The man still couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
When Elijah reopened his chestnut orbs, she was closer, their breathing mixing in front of them, her hand in the base of his neck, his hand had unconsciously moved to her waist underneath the covers.
Katherine wasn't dumb, she knew she should run for the hills right now. For she would never let him go if she let what was about to happen go on.
Did his family know where he was? Were they looking for him? How come Elijah had found himself in this predicament?
So many questions in her mind, racing like a speedster, trying to grasp some sense of what was going on…
And all of those were crumbling down as Elijah's hand moved up from her tight back to her waist, bringing her negligee out of the way for him to explore her skin.
Katherine moaned when he gripped her bum, bringing her flushed into his arms. She searched in his eyes for any restrain, as he did in hers.
Elijah found none exitance in her chocolate irises and being sure she wanted this as much as himself, he collided their lips together, moving his mouth dominantly above hers, as she scratched his back, taking his shirt out of the way with urgency.
He rolled them up, kissing the woman below him with passion and need as he ripped her fragile nightgown out of her body, taking out a gasp from her and an angry look that made him grin.
Katherine took his distraction to good use and rolled them over, pinning him down and securing his fists above his head with one hand.
"Game on," she whispered in his ear as she deposited kisses in his neck and jaw, while grinding on him.
Elijah groaned in painful pleasure when she bit him, but didn't let things be, inverting their positions again.
"Game over," he bit back and descended his kisses to the valley between her breasts. Katherine pulled his hair as he ravished her hard nipples, her nightgown in sherds and long gone to the floor by now.
Elijah moved his ministrations south as the woman writhed below him in pleasure.
Katherine was vocal in her approval, and Elijah discovered he loved it, even more so when she begged him to fuck her.
"Yes!" she exclaimed when his lips touched her navel. "Oh, please, Elijah,"
He loved how his name came out like a prayer from out of her lips. Even though he didn't know if that was his real name, it didn't matter, he would be this guy for her all she wanted.
His teeth grazed her clit and Katherine moaned his name once again, pushing his head closer to her core while moving her hips in synchrony with his tongue that had came out to play.
"Eli-jah, yeah… oh fuck," eyes closed and hand gripping the white sheets, Katherine could feel her orgasm building up.
Elijah followed her commands and entered her firstly with his skilled tongue, before inserting two digits inside her pussy.
This made her wailed and asked for him to go faster.
And faster he went, until he felt her trembling, her tights pressing his head closer to her, and when her moans grew louder, he turned his head left and bit her inner tight hard, drinking her blood and making her cum for the first time that night.
As Katherine came back to earth, he licked on her juices, the taste of her blood to never be erased from his mouth.
Elijah moved up and waited 'till she reopened her eyes, giving him a sated smile, while wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"Make me yours," she whispered never averting her eyes from his.
She helped him out of his boxers and touched him with expertise before he stopped her hand.
"I want to be inside of you," he quoted and she smiled while leaning up for a languid kiss all the while he entered her in a slow prerogative move.
She moaned in his ear with the stretch je caused and Elijah responded by kissing her neck while thrusting slow at first, 'till he picked up the pace.
Katherine wrapped her legs around his middle, her calves hitting the back of his tights in every in and out they made.
She licked the sweat on his shoulder and gasped when she felt his sharp fangs on her own. The scare transformed in multiplied pleasure as they consumed their desires, and Katherine drank from him at the same time he did her.
Elijah's groans grew louder and erratic as he pushed inside of her with force and precision, hitting the exact spot he previously knew so well.
"Come for me, 'Lijah," she prompted in a shallow voice as she clenched around him, orgasming for the second time around.
Without even realizing it she had used his nickname. But he didn't seem to notice either, only thrusting harder 'till he came saying her name and squeezing her body where he could grab it.
In his mind though, only one name echoed.
Katerina.
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Months passed by and the pair thought futile to pretend Elijah had his own room if every night he would sneak inside Katherine's for hot sex, or just cuddling, so he had moved his compelled items to her closet for practicality.
After a year and against Elijah's belief, Katherine has proven herself pretty easy to live with. He first thought she would be clingy, only liking buying designer clothes, which she loved yes, but the brunette also loved long nights making love, poem-reading afternoon sessions by the Eifel Tower, long walks hand in hand by Seine River while sipping green tea.
Seven years has passed by uneventfully, life was good as long as Elijah could remember. Even though it wasn't much, he could feel it in his bones that what he didn't recollect had its tragedy and there was a motive he couldn't do so.
Katherine didn't feel guilty about not contacting Klaus, or any of Elijah's family for that matter. She'd once dared wanting him all to herself and finally she had it all. Her freedom, Elijah by her side, Paris…
Also, he never tried to find out about his past, he seemed happy, he was of course, head over heels for her, that is: if he had ever not, and Katherine felt so content with her life at this moment. She pushed those thoughts aside and ascended the ladder for hers, and now Elijah's, flat.
Katherine dropped her shopping bags to the floor as she watched Elijah entering the living room.
"Hey handsome," she greeted a smirk on her face as she characteristically tilted her head, her curls falling down to the side, as he walked to her enveloping the woman he loved in his embrace.
Elijah kissed the crown of her head and then her cheeks, moving his plump lips to hers, and Katherine was animated enough to start removing his shirt, when he stopped her smiling while moving at arm's length from her devious hands.
She pouted with his departure, but crossed her arms and asked "So, you said something about going out? I hope it isn't a formal date," because that would bring so many memories you don't recall of us in London, or New York Cure hunting.
"I was plotting something of sorts, yes," he explained "But it looks like you're up for debauchery then?" he grinned
She showed him a board smile "I'm always up for some good fun, mon chéri,"
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As the pair entered the crowded club Katherine had elected for them to go, the music engulfed both vampires.
Katherine, that was a couple steps ahead from Elijah, looked up her shoulder and smirked at him.
Descending the stairs to the dance floor, a heavy beat was playing, no one was standing still and even though Elijah would have loathed this in the past, this version of him, lacking the weight of the world on his shoulders, let himself have fun, while observing his lover dancing and feeding from compelled necks.
They shuffled between human blood, dancing together gridding on each other, kissing senseless, exchanging flirty looks through the crowds.
At certain point into the night, he had secured her in his strong arms, smelling her scent and saying in a leveled voice how much she meant to him right now.
"I couldn't possibly use enough words to-" she shut him up by kissing him, a smile creeping into their lips while they danced the night away, their mouths smudged with blood, clothes clinging to their bodies and unliving hearts beating as one.
That unfortunately was until the daylight came.
And with it, Klaus Mikaelson.
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The sadistic grin he beamed at them made chills run down Katherine' spine.
"Look what we have here, a lost brother and a doppelganger, must be my lucky day," he raised his hands in mockery praise.
Elijah caught something in the air. Why it seemed like Katherine knew this man? Who was he?
And then he remembered seeing him outside the coffee shop all those years ago, the night he met Katherine.
"By your clueless demeanor I can guess she hasn't told you anything has she?"
Elijah stared down at Katherine and she was panicked, 'till she snapped at the blonde man "Well, I didn't see you or any of your siblings coming after him, did I?"
"You don't speak about what you don't know your pesky thing!" Klaus snarled and threated going in Katherine's direction, making Elijah move to shield her figure from this tyrant.
"Who are you?!" demanded the tall brown-haired man.
"Better yet, I know who I am, but do you know who you are?"
Elijah's wide eyes showed he was alarmed by the prospect of knowing more about himself.
Throughout the years he's been with Katherine he had never searched for more about his past, he had been content in leading a simple life beside the woman he'd fallen in love with, but having this stranger saying those things… it was messing with his conviction.
"You're Elijah Mikaelson, he's your brother, Klaus and if he's here after all these years, something happened with your family,"
Elijah looked behind him at Katherine.
"The truth came to light it seems brother, as always she's been lying to you,"
As always?
What was he talking about?
"Elijah…" Katherine's broken whisper claimed his attention.
"Were you part of this plan? Were you chosen for protecting me?" he asked confused, locking eyes with hers searching for answers.
She shook her head eyes half closed, tears glistening her in doe orbs, for she knew he would let her go the moment he realized she had known about his past all along.
"What do you want?" Elijah turned his stare back at the man Katherine had said it was his brother.
"Your family needs you,"
"Katherine is my family," he stated and moved back at her side, while circling her waist with his arm.
Klaus rolled his eyes.
"Elijah start being reasonable, she lied to you!" Klaus yelled exasperated.
"Which you could be doing as well, pardon me for not trusting an insane man that claims he's my blood when I can't remember any of my past!"
"You're coming with me willingly or not," Klaus spat another threat.
Elijah pondered his alternatives. He looked down at Katherine, she had her eyes cast down and look ashamed for something he couldn't blame her for.
She had only helped him. He loved her, he wanted to marry her, stay forever in her arms. How could he possibly let her go to follow a stranger?
He couldn't and would never abandon her.
Elijah although, couldn't put her in harms' way by contradicting this Klaus person.
"I'll go,"
Klaus sighed in relief.
"But Katherine comes with me,"
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New Orleans had a casting sundown orange light as both brothers entered the compound.
Elijah felt like he had lost something, he couldn't say what it was exactly. Niklaus had said it was because he and Hayley used to be together before he had to part to France.
Elijah hadn't argued, he didn't remember his past, after all, but he doubted he truly loved this Hayley girl. For if he did, he would've never walked away from her.
The now motherless girl Hope, they said it was his niece, cried herself to sleep and the house was now silent, except for Katherine's pacing in his supposedly bedroom upstairs. He had forbidden her of accompanying himself and Klaus out to try and rescue his family. It seemed too dangerous and he didn't know what to wait for. Elijah had to protect her.
"Katherine," he vociferated entering the room, as she ran to him embracing his figure tightly.
He retributed the hug and soon moved away cupping her face in his large hands.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She scoffed in humor "I should be the one asking you that," her hands went to his face too. "Freya said she can bring your memories back," Katherine informed mentioning one of his blonde sisters, or so they said.
"I don't want them,"
"What?!" she exclaimed in disbelief.
He let go of her and paced the room stopping by the grand window, the night air was starting to arrive.
"I- They're not important anymore,"
"They make you who you are Elijah, please," Katherine tried and reason with the Original.
"Why do you care, Katherine?" he stormed "these people intruded themselves in our previously perfect life overseas and sincerely I don't care about any of these people!"
"But you should!"
"Why?!"
"Because you still have your family damn it!"
He ran his hands through his face in exasperation. Back turned at her, Elijah pointed out "we had history before I lost my memories,"
The silence confirmed it.
"I disappointed you,"
Katherine again didn't speak.
"I abandoned you,"
"Elijah-"
"I don't want to remember the pain I've caused you,"
He turned around and watched as she sat in bed, tired of arguing.
"You would also remember when we first met, when we fell in love, when we reencountered…" she sighed, watching as he sat beside her, his hand going to her curly hair and lightly pushing her head to lay on his shoulder as they had done countless time during the last seven years.
"The things you made me go through destroyed me, I won't lie, but they also happened so we could meet again. It's a sickening good-vibes-way to see things, that glass half full they say, but Elijah, you deserve to remember us properly and also things I wasn't present to witness," she said in his neck, hand caressing his knee.
Elijah had his hand wrapped around hers and he turned his head to the side to kiss her forehead.
"Freya told me you love Hope, as you should because she's family," Katherine silenced "she told me you loved Hayley, too,"
"I can't see how when everything I feel, I feel for you and you alone,"
Katherine smiled with his affection.
"Do it for me, then,"
He could never tell her no.
/
All Mikaelson family was reunited in the parlor room, as well as Davina, Marcel, and for Katherine surprise Caroline Forbes. It seemed like Klaus had cultivated a queen for his kingdom in those seven years.
He wasn't happy having Katherine inside his home, but he wanted to make peace with his brother, also Caroline had reasoned that Katherine had in fact helped them by keeping Elijah away from them all those years, if it wasn't for her, his brother would've probably shown up in NOLA sooner than it was ideal.
Freya started enchanting, channeling her magic around the room. Lights flickered above the group as Elijah slumbered on the floor in the middle of the room.
When the older Mikaelson female opened her eyes and announced the spell was complete, everybody was holding their breaths, waiting for Elijah to wake up.
A loud gasp got out of his chest when he shot up awake, his eyes bloodshot as every memory ran through his mind, setting themselves straight like books on a shelf.
He hopped up from the ground and turned around, his eyes immediately locking with his lover's. Her doe eyes wide expecting anything by now.
The Original opened his mouth to speak and the first word they all heard made Katherine's heart swell.
"Katerina,"
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Notes: So, I know lots of you didn't watch the Originals, neither should bc it's a complete MESS, but for those who did, I was going for something with more than one part, but I can't stand the terrible storyline, so I adapted things the best I could and with LOTS of Kalijah bc that was what we would've wanted, right?
See ya xx