So this is kind of a Fix-it-OS I thought about when my sister told me of Kathrine being dead-dead finally. I felt like sitting in a corner crying and screaming something like "Give me my Kalijah back" so I decided to write about her being revived. Enjoy yourselves!
Broken
When it all happened he was at Davina's. And that was good.
His phone rang. "I'm sorry Davina, excuse me for a moment" he asked and the witch nodded. He answered the call and Damon Salvatore spoke. "Hey, I just thought you should probably know that Kathrine's dead. Now finally after she transferred her soul into my girlfriend." Before he had the time to reply Damon ended the call. Elijah looked up and it was as if inside him was a hurricane. Dead. She was dead. Katerina. His Katerina. In that moment something inside of him shattered. Unable to hold his own weight he sank on his knees. "Elijah?" Davina called out worriedly. He didn't look up, made no move. Gently Davina touched his shoulder and was shocked when suddenly their surroundings changed. Her room was replaced by an old English castle and Elijah's suit by the clothes of an English nobleman of 1492. A girl with brown girls and warm eyes danced around the room, laughing freely, paying no attention to the fact she only wore a nightgown. Fast Davina understood she was seeing a memory. She took her hand away from Elijah and was immediately back in her room.
Elijah blinked a few times and the young witch saw tears falling from his eyes. "Elijah" She asked softly. "What happened?" Slowly the Original stood up and walked towards the window. "I got informed of the death of a person very close to me." He said. "The girl from the memory" Davina guessed. Elijah nodded. "Yes. Her name was Katerina Petrova and I met her 500 years ago in England. She turned herself into a vampire to escape a blood ritual needed to break the hybrid curse my mother had set on my brother. He didn't even want to consider the possibility of sparing her life. For that I still have a grudge against him." "You loved her, didn't you?" Davina wanted to know. "With all of my heart. And even after five centuries of chasing and betraying I still do. And I will never forgive myself that once again I chose my brother over her." The Original explained. The witch started searching the pages of a grimoire desperately looking for something. "There it is" She finally murmured and handed Elijah a spell. "It was hidden between the other sides and I accidentally discovered it. Maybe this could help you. I've got everything here I would need, apart from three things." She explained, then listed the things she needed: "Vervain – Marcel won't let me have any – something belonging to her or in another way attached to her and a source of power, preferably some kind of blood, to bind it." "I will get you those. How much time do you need for preparing?" The Original asked. "Until full moon." "Then I will bring it all with me tomorrow evening."
"My blood will be this "source of power to bind it." Elijah explained when Davina asked for the binding force. The witch took his arm and sliced it open with a ritual dagger. His blood fell into the fire and it lit up. Releasing the Originals arm Davina mumbled the last words of the spell. There were sparks and high flames for a moment and then the fire was dead. But in the ashes laid a girl with dark chocolate colored hair. Immediately Elijah was by her side holding her softly in his arms. "Elijah? What happened? Where am I?" Kathrine asked confused. "You were dead but Davina brought you back to life. You're in New Orleans." When Kathrine's brain had processed all of that information, she said: "Why did she bring me back? And how comes it I'm in the middle of transition?" Elijah looked at her astounded. "You're in…? The blood." He murmured before he answered her first question. "She did it because she saw how the message of your death affected me." Both of them turned to Davina. The young witch smiled at them. "I guess being revived by your blood turned her." "Thank you Davina." Elijah said.
That's it for today, I hope you like it and we see us tomorrow!
Medusa