Hey again, another Kalijah! But I have to clear some things before we start:
As you may or may not notice I took some artistic license on history for I changed the time of the Hundred Years War about a hundred years so Jeanne d'Arc (Joan of Arc) was actually alive when Katherine lived (her real dates of living were about 1412 to May 1431 when she was executed by burning on a stake for several issues mostly wearing a man's clothes and claiming god had spoken to her whereas here she officialy died in 1531 instead) You will understand why I did so soon.
Now enjoy yourselves!
La Fille en Feu
1531 had been difficult. She had almost died. And even though he had been able to save her live, he had lost her again. His sweet angel. Now 333 years later he had lost her forever. She was gone. His angel, his savior, was dead. He had felt his whole world shatter when he came to this town. hi hometown such a lonf time ago, only to learn his greatest and most important reason to live was dead. He had only really loved once and that wouldn't change. He had made his decision. A last time he revived those memories, that 333 years old day.
"I have nothing more to tell you. You will regret this soon. As soon as your Lords' brother learns of this you can only hope for a fast and painless death." she said exhausted when he entered the cell, not turning around. "thank you for the faith you have in me my dear" He told her gently. She turned around as fast as er tortured body allowed. "Elijah", she whispered. The bruises on her body, the cuts, the traces of broken bones, the burning marks, made his stomach twitch. His brothers would pay for this. "Niklaus and Kol will regret this" the Original muttered. the beauty looked at his face, her eyes filled with tears and fear. Elijah approached her, got down on his knees and softly touched her cheek. "I will get you outta here" He promised his beloved. "Nothing will happen to you" Elijah ambraced the girl he loved for so many years. But she shoved him away. "No" she muttered weakly. "What is it?" Elijah wanted to know. "Nothing" the girl with the dark chocolate colored curls pretended. A moment later she admitted: "It's just... I'm so hungry Elijah" He understood. Of course he did. Silently he opened the colar of his shirt and revealed his neck. Keeping his eyes open the Original embraced her again. "Drink" he whipered into her ear and the girl, the vampire bit into the soft flesh of his neck. Once she finished drinking his blood, elijah pulled out a necklace and a bracelet. First he secured the simple leather ribbon around her wrist. A single silver medal hang from it. As the vampire girl had a closer look at it the Original explained: "It was made in France. You really impressed them. Medals with the "Fille en feu" picture you can now find everywhere around Orléans. The other side was chosen by me though. It shall remind you of who you really are. Especially where you will be going. This medal is your way to life. Show it Captain Williams, he will take you to another land, far far away, where you can start a new life. If you need help, ask for Sage Mikaelson. She was my elder brother's wife. She hates Klaus. Show her the medal and tell her your story and she will help you. I will follow you, I will come to you, I promise." The girl looked at the medal. "Katerina Petrova" It said in the middle, around it the sentence: "Never forget who you are my love". Now Elijah secured the necklace around her neck. It was a beautiful cameo locket. "It's a sun protector. I saw Klaus destroy your old one. It will also make you intrackable for witches." Te Original told her. After softly kissing her Elijah said: "Come on, we have an execution to prevent Jeanne d'Arc"
That day he had saved her. Oficially Jeanne d'Arc died in May 1531. That she actually survived was kept as secret as her true identity. But Klaus was furious and kept him busy so he couldn't follow her. And so he lost her. And now she was dead. That night she had given him a purpose to live instead of mere surviving. Now she was gone and there was nothing that kept him here. But he would take revenge on his brother before. Elijah was about to leave the ruins of the burned down church when he heard an unbelieving whisper: "'Lijah?" He turned around and there she was. Her figure outlined by the silvery-golden moonlight, looking more like an angel than ever. She rushed to him and embraced him. "I thought after New Orleans... I thought you were dead" she whispered. Elijah loosened her grip around his neck and kissed her gently.
That's it for today, only 5 days left! See you tomorrow!
Medusa