Chapter 4
I know it's taken a while for me to update, but I'm super busy during the summer. As always, comments, suggestions, and questions are always welcome. And compliments too! Just kidding ;)
Katherine opened her eyes. Why was it so bright? She pulled the blanket over her head, and winced. The skin on her face stung from the previous night's tears. What was she going to do? Elijah was gone. Sex is sex? She should have known better than to say that to him. Even if she did get her hands on the cure, there would be no chance to strike a deal with Klaus. Klaus would rip out her heart as soon as Katherine was within sniffing distance of him.
But that wasn't really the problem, was it? No matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, Elijah's departure had hurt. Her heart weighed a million pounds, and now she was one of those pathetic girls who cried herself to sleep over some guy. But Elijah wasn't just some guy, was he? No. He was different. He was different than Mason or Will or any other boyfriend she had had. Katherine could admit it now. She liked Elijah. A lot. But now, he was gone.
She rubbed her temples. There were other things to worry about, and she really didn't have the time to mourn Elijah's departure. One, she had to complete Gavin's mark so that they could find where the cure was. Two, she had to go get the cure, competing against her precious Salvatore brothers. Over the years, they'd had a few fights, but they were still dear to her. Three, she had to find a way to get Klaus to take the cure. The third one was the hardest. Yes, Katherine had told Elijah that she planned to bargain for her freedom. But Klaus was dishonest, indecent, and knew how to play with words. No. If she ever made a deal with him, Klaus would find away to break it. The only way for her to truly be free was to force the goddamn cure down his throat. But how?
She kicked out of her covers and put on her slippers. Wait. What was that? Slowly shaking, she reached out her hand and grasped the open ring box. Will. She gasped, not knowing what to do. Elijah had found the ring. Katherine bit her lip, with tears threatening to spill. How was she supposed to get anything done now? There was a giant hole in her heart now, and she didn't have the energy or the will to do anything. Maybe she should just run away and give up on the cure. Why not? Katherine had already avoided Klaus for nearly 500 years. What's 500 more years? A figure approached behind her.
"You came back," she croaked. She wiped away her tears and spun around. "I guess you remembered condition number two. You can't avoid me when you're upset anymore, remember?"
"I know," Elijah replied darkly. "I came back because I remembered. I never break my word." He paused. "Let me dictate to you the things that have made me upset. One, we made love and only one of the people involved shared feelings for the other." He waited for her to talk back to him, to tell him that she had felt something too. Nothing. "And two," he managed painfully, "you forgot to mention that you were engaged." He pointed to the ring.
"Will and I are not engaged," Katherine clarified. "He's dead." Elijah's face remained impassive. It was clear he wanted a better explanation. "Klaus killed him. Well, technically Damon did, but Will accidentally ran into Klaus first." Katherine struggled to remember. She had seen the security tapes at the truck stop, tapes which had confirmed the story of Will's death. From what she had gathered, Will was on his way to kill Hayley, but Klaus showed up and bit him. Katherine suspected Damon must have found Will and killed him, before answering Will's phone when she had called. "Klaus bit him, and Damon finished him off," She said truthfully, for she was fully aware how Elijah could see straight through a lie. However, it was clear that she wasn't telling the full story, but Elijah seemed to let it pass.
"And how about the incident that occurred yesterday?" He inquired. "What happened to love? How could you possibly believe that love doesn't exist? I use to believe that too, but than, I met you." He paused, and Katherine swallowed hardly. "500 years ago, a young girl convinced me that there is such thing as love. I'm here today, standing in front of you, to return the favor. I want to fix you, Katarina, into believing that love exists, and that making love is between to people who are in love."
"I said those things," Katherine began, "because I was following my own rules. Condition number two." Elijah raised an eyebrow. "I was upset that you tried to kiss me, and I told you that I didn't love you that way." She folded her arms stubbornly. "I thought you wanted honesty." No matter what her feelings screamed at her, she would not let him have the satisfaction of watching her beg. Suddenly, there was a hand caressing her cheek.
"I don't believe you," Elijah whispered in her ear. Katherine felt a strong hand running up her bare leg. Shit. Sex was her weakness, and he knew it. "Round two?" he asked seriously. This was the moment. She would either deny him, or accept him. And god, accepting him would have its benefits. Her deal with Klaus would be placed back on the table, and sex. But then, he would know that she loved him, and it would be equal to submitting to him. Katherine bit her lip, and closed her eyes as Elijah kissed her neck. He made his way up further and further, until he reached her lips. It was a soft kiss, not to hard, but full with question. Yes or No? Katherine made a split decision. Definitely yes.
Both of them were wearing almost no clothes, so they skipped the part where the ripped each other's clothes off and went straight to the sex. But Elijah stopped her. "Just to be clear," he said out of breath, "does this mean yes?" Katherine stared at him.
"Yes," she replied before kissing him again. He ran his hands up and down her body, stopping once in a while to caress her hips. And then, they were back in the bed again. Elijah thrust himself within her, confidently and refusing to hold anything back. Katherine was a willing accomplice, allowing him to fully enter her and complete what they had started.
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Katherine's Diary: Entry 8
When I look at my previous entries, and analyze what I've written now, my perspective of the Original family has changed. Yes, I still want to shove the cure down Klaus' throat, and Rebekah and I aren't besties either. But my view about Elijah has changed. I mean my feelings towards him.
"When this is all over, do you want to go back to England," Elijah asked. I bit my lip and thought about it for a moment.
"I don't know," I admitted. "To be honest, I don't really have anywhere to go." Elijah raised an eyebrow at me. God, he was making this hard. "I haven't stayed in one place for a while. I've always been on the move." I stretched in bed, before readjusting the covers above my naked body. We had slept together this morning. Twice. I smiled. Everything was back on track now.
"Hm. You know someone wise once told me that home is where your heart is. Home, is where the people you love are. Do you, by any chance Katarina, keep your heart is the hands of another?" Elijah kissed my head lightly. I knew what he wanted me to say. He wanted me to say that I loved him. But I wasn't going to make it that easy.
"Yea. Let me see. There's Stefan and Damon, of course. Oh! And my ex-boyfriends too! Jack, Tyler, Nicolas, yada yada yada." I counted their names on my fingers slowly. I smiled, as shock crossed Elijah's face.
"My goodness, Katarina. I had no idea that you were such a passionate lover," he teased. He poked my nose lightly. "Although, I should have realized it after seeing how…experienced you are." I giggled and snuggled next to him. We stayed quiet for a moment.
"Yea, sure. England. And maybe France. And Austrailia." I traced patterns along his chest. "And Mexico," I added. "I've always wanted to try a burrito." Elijah chuckled, and placed a light kiss on my forehead.
So as you can see, our relationship has changed. But facts are facts. He befriended me, and knew all along that his psychotic brother was going to sacrifice me in a creepy ritual. And you can't really blame me for running away. I mean seriously. I wasn't going to have my blood spilt over a silly little rock. But I guess it wasn't a walk in the park for him either. It was a choice between me and his family. It didn't matter how terrible Klaus was. He was still his brother.
I admit that Mr. Fancy Pants has been rubbing off on me a little. I've started organizing my clothes by the color of the rainbow. Except for green and orange. I don't own anything that's green or orange. In my book, owning green and orange is a serious crime. No joke.
And by the way, I swear that I'm single handedly keeping that chocolate store in business right now. My stress level is through the roof. I've been eating like a pregnant lady. I feel fat.
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Elijah's phone had been ringing nonstop for the past 3 hrs. As of now, he was having a full-fledged staring contest with it, counting the seconds until it rung again. The caller, no surprise, was Klaus.
How could he talk to him? Elijah knew that his siblings were looking for the cure, and now he was in on the chase as well. So instead, he left his brother leave a dozen voicemail messages, before finally the troublesome ringing stopped. He stared at the phone for a few minutes longer, before daring to listen to the first voicemail.
"Elijah, pick up the phone. We need to talk."
"Elijah. Something's happened."
"Pick up the phone!" Klaus roared.
"Seriously, we need to talk. Something's happened, and I need your help."
"Forever and always, remember brother?"
"Get your ass to Mystic Falls or I swear I'll dagger you and drag you here myself."
"My patience is withering, brother."
"Pick the fucking phone up."
"Fine. Ignore me. See if I care."
"Okay. Seriously stop it. Your family needs you."
"Fuck you."
"Kol's dead."
Up until that point Elijah and enjoyed listening to his brother's rants. But the last message caught him off guard. Immediately, he called his brother back.
"Niklaus?" He whispered haggardly. "This is not the time for jokes. Tell me the truth. Is Kol really dead?"
"Yes." He could hear sniffling from the other end. "Elena and her brother staked him to grow the stupid hunter's mark. Our brother, Elijah."
"Niklaus, wait-" The phone went dead. Elijah fell silent and placed his head in his hands. How had it come to this? For centuries, he had tried to piece together the shattered remnants of his family. And for what? Finn was dead. Kol was dead. His parents were all dead and buried. His relationship with Rebekah was strained at best. And Klaus. Klaus had always hated him for ruining his chances of becoming a full fledged hybrid 500 years beforehand.
"Hello? Guess what happened today? I-" Katherine stopped midway through the door. She chewed her lip nervously. There was grown man crying in her living room. How was she supposed to handle this? "Are you…okay?" It was a pathetic attempt to comfort him, but it seemed to do the trick. Elijah lifted his head up.
"Kol's dead," Elijah stated flatly. He was desperately trying to pull himself together. "Elena and her brother staked him this afternoon." Katherine puffed out loudly.
"Innocent Elena," she smirked. "Ha." Elijah returned his head into the comfort of his hands and groaned loudly. He was in no mood to play her games. "What? Did I say something?" Elijah remained still. "Oh. You think that poor, innocent, ELENA, is still, well, innocent?" She scoffed. "Yea right."
"Will you please be quiet for a minute," Elijah growled. "I don't understand why you can't just shut your mouth." Katherine was taken aback.
"Wait. What? Now it's my fault? If she's such a goody two shoes, why would she doom thousands of innocent vampires just to get the cure? I think she pulled out a page from MY book. Admit it, Elijah. You're precious Elena was nothing but a selfish bitch when she staked Kol." Katherine sighed loudly. "I don't understand how you can take her side. HELLO!? Newsflash, she killed your brother." Elijah looked up at her angrily.
"You know nothing," He spat.
"Oh really? Than am I wrong?" She challenged. "No. I burden myself with reality. I see what's really there. You, you always try to see the best in people. But sometimes, what you see isn't exactly who they are."
"I pride myself in being an excellent judge of character," Elijah said stiffly, standing up.
"Yet you were wrong," Katherine pointed out triumphantly.
"Maybe there is hope for Ms. Gilbert, Katarina." He paused. "Do you know what I see in you?"
"This is going to be good," Katherine muttered.
"You're selfish. You use people to get what you want. Human life holds little value to you. And most of all, you judge."
"Me? I'm the one who judges? How?"
"You were quick to bring Ms. Gilbert down to your level," Elijah said coldly. "And your impression of me was tainted by many years of hate. For 500 years, you've despised me, and yet you didn't know the true story. And now, you have the facts. Tell me, my dear, have your opinions about me changed?" Katherine swallowed hardly.
"First of all, I am the way I am because of you, or have you forgotten? I was happy before I met you, when I never had to worry about being sacrificed over a fucking rock. You befriended me, knowing that you're brother was going to kill me. I've lived centuries paying for your mistakes. I don't trust anyone, but I can't. And I judge others, because I don't trust them."
"I've admitted to my mistakes, Katarina! And I'm trying to atone for them. But you, you have done nothing but complain. Would it have killed you to live your life peacefully? Instead, you left your mark on the men you deceived, and on the people you've betrayed." They were facing each other off now, glaring angrily.
"Yes, I was selfish," Katherine admitted quietly. "But I did everything I did, I betrayed everyone I betrayed, because I was looking out for myself. If I didn't cover my tracks for just one second, you're brother would have found me and killed me. So yes, I used people. Yes, I deceived people. But look! It worked, right? I'm still here."
"And what do you have?" Elijah challenged. "You have nothing. No one. The only person willing to put up with you're act is me."
"Lucky me," Katherine muttered. "I get the guy who totally screwed me over 500 years before." Elijah's eyes widened in shock. "Seriously. What were you going to do, huh? Let me die in that stupid sacrifice? No way. I prefer living my life alone because of you. How can I trust anyone when you betrayed me like that?"
"I was going to save you," Elijah yelled loudly.
"Yea right. Weren't you the one leading the hunting pack of vampires after me? I remember. What were the words again? You cannot hide? Hmm." Katherine crossed her arms stubbornly. "You know the one person who came through for me? Trevor." Elijah growled angrily.
"You betrayed him. That was selfish."
"No, that was smart," Katherine corrected. "And I didn't betray him." That was a lie. Better you die than I, Katherine had told Rose and Trevor. Elijah raised his eyebrow. "Okay so maybe I did."
"Trevor's dead," Elijah stated.
"So I've heard. Soooorrrry." She said sarcastically.
"Well don't be. I'm the one who killed him." Elijah smiled at Katherine.
"Look at us. What a pair! Two sadistic vampires…" Elijah chuckled. "Moment of truth? This is me. This is who I really am."
"I don't quite understand, Katarina." She took a deep breath.
"I'm not nice or anything, not like how you picture perfect Elena."
"Yes, I know. But you're not evil either," Elijah reminded her. "You have good in you. I've seen it. You've seen it. And if it's any consolation, I like the way you are. I believe the term is…sassy." Katherine laughed aloud.
"That's what comes to mind when you think of me? Sassy?" Elijah winced.
"Modern language." He looked down sheepishly. Already, she was seeping the anger away from him. Elijah gazed up at her lovingly.
"Wait," Katherine said. She took her purse and began digging around in it. Finally, she pulled out a long box of chocolates and pulled open the lid. Elijah smiled. "Take one," she said. "Only one. The rest are for me to wallow in my sadness." Elijah took one and chewed slowly.
"I can understand you're infatuation with these delicious treats." He swallowed. "Thank you."
"Your welcome." They sat together on the couch, quiet for a few minutes.
"But are you okay?" Katherine asked. "I know how hard it is to lose your family."
"I guess I'm accustom to this feeling," Elijah admitted. "For years I thought that Klaus had daggered up my siblings and through them in the ocean. Except he didn't." Elijah smiled to himself. "You know he's not as bad as he seems, you know."
"I guess," she said hesitantly. "So how about the weather?"
"What?" They laughed lightly. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Just trying to get you to laugh," Katherine said quickly. In reality, she had just been trying to avoid the subject of Klaus. It was quiet again for a few minutes. Katherine bit her lip anxiously. "Soo…"
"I'm fine," Elijah promised. He took the box of chocolates out of her hands. "But you, missy, have got to have another outlet to your frustration. It's unladylike to stuff your face with chocolate, and I can think of other ways to solve your problems." He grabbed her lightly and placed her on top of him.
"Don't get too cocky Mr. Fancy Pants." Katherine kissed him lightly. Elijah groaned.
"I forgot. I need to buy clothes because someone shrunk them and dyed them pink."
"My bad," She replied giggling. She kissed him again. "I have to go take a shower now."
"Care if I join you?" Elijah asked. Katherine smiled.
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Elijah's Diary: Entry 1
This is stupid. I cannot believe that she talked me into this.
Katarina thinks that I have to vent my frustration in this book. Again, this is stupid. Utterly ridiculous. Feelings and talking about feelings is suppose to be a girl thing, right? And I believe that she seems to be rubbing off on me, for I seem to be caving into modern practices. For instance, texting. I remember when telegraphs and letters were the only means of communication. Ahh, the old days. Life was so much simpler then.
So our young hunter has completed his mark. Gavin's latest kill, I believe, was a vampire named Mark. I remember him from 1976. Not a pleasant man. But his sacrifice is well appreciated.
I believe that I have been making progress with Katarina. I always seem to forget that she has lived over 50 decades, and has a long and complicated history. In this city, Katarina seems to have watched over her Salvatore boys when Stefan and his friend Lexi attended a Bon Jovi concert. 1987, I think. It's comforting that she cares about them, even though I feel a twinge of jealousy. Her heart, though beaten and battered over the years, still shines like gold. I've seen her eyes as they passionately light up when she talks about them. The Salvatore Brothers. They obviously meant a great deal to her, and I'm glad that she had someone special while I was gone. She had a chance to love, and have a family. This is something I'm extremely grateful for, and I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to repay the Salvatore Brothers.
Katarina's faced her own demons time after time when she was running away from my brother. Now its time to face mine. Today, I make my way to Mystic Falls to pay my respects to my dear brother Kol, whose death I still cannot accept.
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"Elijah." Rebekah sniffled and wiped away her tears. Why was she crying? Kol had tried to kill her, hadn't he? Elijah slowly approached her, placing his hands gently on his sister's shoulders.
"So this is where our brother is buried," he murmured quietly to himself. Rebekah's soft sobs racked her body, and Elijah felt tears threaten to spill. He looked away, trying to see anything but the grave. His siblings had chosen a nice spot to bury their brother. Kol's grave stood under the shade of two pine trees, and was surrounded by beautiful vegetation. Rebekah's work, he assumed. Flowers of all different kinds blossomed in exquisite patterns. Yes, they had chosen a nice place to bury Kol. They had chosen a nice place to bury his brother.
"A thousand years," Rebekah whispered hoarsely. "We've been together for a thousand years. All of us. And we've fought, and disappointed one another. We've even given the silent treatment to each other for almost 30 years." Elijah smiled tearfully, and a flood of memories overtook his mind. Rebekah sniffled again before continuing. "Was it even meant to be, Elijah?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"Finally, after years of sibling rivalry, Nick brings us all under one roof. And we were happy, weren't we? For that brief time, we were a family again. But it was just for a brief time. Mother came, Finn tried to kill us. And then everything fell apart again." Elijah swallowed hardly.
"I remember. Do you remember, Rebekah? We hosted a ball, and Nick went out to the bar with Kol. And you, dear sister, you stumbled in from spending the night with Damon Salvatore, I believe." Rebekah smiled and slapped him playfully in the arm. But then, she seemed to lose her smile again.
"When Finn died, it hurt, Elijah. He died trying to find a way to kill us, and yet I still cried when we lowered him into the earth." She paused. "Again, I feel the same way now." Elijah stiffened and raised an eyebrow.
"What exactly do you mean?"
"Kol tried to kill me, Elijah." Rebekah felt tears spill over her cheeks again. She wiped them away roughly. "He held a white oak stake to my heart. If it hadn't been for Nick…" She trailed off, her body racking with sobs again. Elijah held his sister tightly. "He said," sob, "that you were so disgusted by our bickering," sob, "that you wouldn't even show your face anymore." Rebekah looked up at her brother. "Is that true, Elijah?"
"Always and forever, Rebekah." He put a hand through her hair. They stayed silent for a while.
"But Kol wasn't trying to kill me for no reason, Elijah." Rebekah shifted her weight uneasily. "He didn't want us to raise Silas." Her brother's blood ran cold.
"What?" he whispered. A million thoughts flew through his mind. He knew his siblings had been looking for the cure, which lay with Silas. But he had no idea that they're search had gone to this extent. Rebekah untangled herself from his arms.
"Nick wants the cure to turn Elena back into a vampire," She said softly, gazing at her brother's tombstone. "Stefan wants to become human again, and I need the cure too." Elijah frowned. What could she possibly need the cure for? Furthermore, Katarina had mentioned that there was only one cure. He took a look at his sister, and decided to honor the pledge he made to her a thousand years ago. Always and forever. Elijah would stand by her side. Klaus would only bring further torment into Elena's life, and even though he liked Stefan, Rebekah was more important to him.
"What do you need the cure for?" he asked. "And what of Niklaus? What is he doing now?" Rebekah avoided her brother's first question. If she revealed her true intentions now, Elijah would try to stop her. Just like Klaus.
"After the Gilbert's killed Kol, Nick went mad. He was going to kill them, and we needed the hunter." Rebekah chewed on her lip. "The Bennet witch trapped him in the Gilbert house, but the spell will wear off in a few days." Elijah didn't say anything. But he had noticed that she had avoided his question, hadn't he? Rebekah cleared her throat before continuing. "I guess it's better this way though, because Klaus would have never let me get my hands on the cure. All he wants is to turn Elena human and destroy it. I guess he's scared that other's will use it against him." Elijah frowned. The thought had never occurred to him that someone would use the cure against his family.
"I don't know what you want the cure for," he stated slowly. "But I can tell that it's important to you." Elijah paused, thinking. "I won't free Niklaus, to give you time. But remember, Rebekah. Whatever happens, you need to get to the cure first." Rebekah frowned.
"I don't understand, Elijah. The others-"
"Just do it, Rebekah. You'll understand later." He smiled down at his sister and walked away. There was one cure. Just one. Stefan, Damon, Klaus, they couldn't have it. Elijah sighed as he got into his car. There was just one person the he felt bad about betraying. The others, they needed the cure for whatever purpose. But Katarina, she needed it as well. But so did Rebekah. He inserted the key into the ignition and the car roared to life. Elijah needed to have a long talk with Katarina.
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Katherine's Diary: Entry 8
I can't believe it. He chose her over me. And I asked first! Suddenly his sister strolls in, does a puppy face, and everything I've been working so hard to achieve is literally tossed out the window. What the fuck!
"Katarina," he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. I shrug them off and step away.
"Don't touch me," I growl. I run my hands through my hair. What am I going to do now? "I trusted you," I yell. "And you screw me over all over again. God, why am I so stupid?" I kick the wall hardly. Elijah remains silent, waiting for me to calm down. I glare at him. "So? What do you have to say for yourself?"
"This is my sister, Katarina." I hear his voice harden at the end. "I cannot deny her this one chance to seize happiness-"
"Seize happiness?" I interrupt. "What does that mean? What the hell does she need the cure for?" Elijah stays quiet. "You don't know," I accuse. I throw my hands up in the air. "Great! Just great. You know you promised me. You promised me that you would help me."
"Yes, I promised." He holds up a hand. "I promised that I would help you gain your freedom, but I never said that I would help you get the cure." My mouth opens in surprise. What. The. Fuck.
"Seriously? Seriously?" I honestly can't believe it. Mr. Fancy Pants, all high and mighty, was screwing my over. "What happened to morals, Elijah?" I challenge. "You're just twisting around words to get what you want. Sound familiar? Guess what? You sound just like Klaus." Elijah's eyes narrow at me.
"Look. Once my brother gets his hands on the cure, he'll never let my sister have it."
"Why?" He ignores my question and smirks. Wait. Why is he smirking?
"Besides, even though this new plan doesn't exactly align with you're motives, they align perfectly with mine."
"Oh really? How so?" I challenged. Elijah places his hands behind his back and starts to circle around me. Suddenly, I don't feel like the predator anymore. I feel like prey.
"It was something my sister said earlier. Something about people using this…cure, to harm my family." He looks directly at me, and my blood runs cold. Suddenly, I don't feel so cocky. Elijah holds my gaze for a few seconds before looking away and continuing circling around me. Damn. He knows. That's why he was smirking. I silently curse myself for being so stupid.
"Why would you think that?" I ask weakly, fighting to keep my voice steady. Elijah smirks again. God, I really want to punch him right now. He stops right in front of me, his face dead serious.
"Tell me the truth, Katarina. Do you wish to harm my brother? Perhaps, because he killed a lover of yours?" Elijah examines his nails. "Will, I believe?" What? My eyes widen and I fight the urge to laugh. This was the conclusion he came up with? Anger overtakes me again. I can't lose. I can't let him win.
"Maybe," I say hardly. "Maybe not." We stare at each other quietly, and I swallow. Finally, he breaks the silence.
"If you should choose to continue pursuing the cure, you will do so without me. But I should warn you, my sister and her friends have already completed Jeremy Gilbert's mark. You'll have to hurry." Elijah straightens his jacket and looks at me. "I'm only choosing to tell you this because I love you."
"Thank you, Elijah. For everything." I pause. "But I'm going after the cure."
So what do you think? Should I start writing diary entries in Elijah's point of view as well?
And I couldn't resist, I'm sorry. The reason I'm sort of making Katherine bad is because this is who she is. Katherine is nowhere near innocent or nice. Yes, she had her moments, but overall she's sassy, selfish, and smart. It's why we like her, right?