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Chapter 10
Elijah straightened his tie. A million thoughts blew through his head. Was he ready for this? Or would he just lose control? Katerina had the cure now, and Elijah's loyalties were torn. Should he take the cure from her by force? It all boiled down to a choice. Katerina, or his sister. He still didn't have the faintest idea of what Rebekah wanted the cure for. But she was his sister. It always came down to his family.
Elijah looked down and checked his watch. It read 2:50. Only ten minutes before the meeting. By now, he was sure that the only reason that Katerina wanted the cure was so that she could either shove it down his brother's throat, or use it to bargain for her freedom. The meeting at three only confirmed that the second option was the most likely. He suddenly didn't feel so bad about betraying Katerina. Once he snatched the cure from her hands, it would be over.
Still, he had his doubts. No matter what had happened, there was still a chance to save her. No, he would not take the cure from her just yet. Perhaps he could persuade her to give up this hopeless dream. Because as hard as it was to admit, Elijah was in love with her. He remembered everything about her. The way she smelled, the texture of her skin. And after making love, he would stare at her, drowning into her eyes. He remembered the way her body nestled against his as they slept, and the way his arm draped around her to pull her closer to him. No, he would not let these feelings go. Not without a fight.
Katherine's Diary: Entry 14
Elena steps out of the bathroom, her hair curled. Psht. She wished she could look as good as me. I smirk. Her efforts are pathetic. There's no way Elijah would fall for this. Elena tosses her purse into the seat across the booth.
"What do you think?" She smirks. Elena can be so cocky when her emotions are off. I roll my eyes. Seriously. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
"Hm," Rebekah says. "Close." She turns to look at me. "Not quite slutty enough though. You need more eyeliner." Rebekah gives me a smile. I scoff. Yea I'm the big slut. Bitch please. I'm not the one whose falling for literally every male human being for the past thousand years. Hmmm. There was Stefan, Damon, Matt, that hunter. Who else, slut?
"I'm going to need your clothes," Elena says. She juts her chin at me. God, I want to snap her silly little neck!
"Yea, like that's going to happen." Elena sighs.
"Fine. I'm going to need your bracelet. Your watch. Your earrings. Hand them over." She pulls the fork out from my hand, but nobody in the diner notices. I slowly start to take off my jewelry. I swear, when this is over, I'm going to kill her. Slowly, painfully, in every way possible. Rebekah too. Honestly, is Elijah BLIND? There is nothing sweet and innocent in his sister, and certainly nothing sweet and innocent in, well, sweet, innocent Elena. At least not anymore. "And your other bracelet," Elena says. I take off my earrings and throw them on the table. I swear, fantasies of strangling my stupid doppelganger run through my mind.
"That's my daylight bracelet," I snarl. "It's daytime outside." I lean in closer and look the bitch in the eye. "I'm going to need it." An idea forms in my head. Rebekah must have some sort of daylight jewelry on. She's the only real issue that's keeping me from kicking Elena's ass. "Besides, it's not going to work on you." Immediately, I regret saying that. If Elena had gone outside with my bracelet on, she would have died. Since when did I start to lose my touch?
"Fine," Elena smirks. "I really am going to need that jacket though." I cross my arms defiantly. As if! Rebekah tugs on my hair sharply.
"All right! Fine. Fine. Fine!" I slap Rebekah's hand away and yank my jacket off. And I REALLY liked that jacket. It was expensive! Well, stolen expensive. But still! "This will never work you know. Bad hair cut, doe eyes. You'll never pass for me." I toss my jacket at her face. Elena just smiles.
"You'll never pass for me," she imitates. I admit, I'm jealous. Damn. Elena's a bitch! Like a full fledge bitch! Hm. Maybe I should try to turn off my emotions. I mean, lets be serious. Elena without her emotions is better. Better at what, you may ask? Everything. She's smarter, more tactful, and definitely better at getting what she wants. I mean anybody who can properly tame Barbie Klaus, aka Rebekah, deserves some credit. I can't help it, but I can sort of respect her. Look. I'm bad ass now, but when I flip the switch…. interesting. Still, I have to keep up the act. I have a reputation to uphold!
"You guys are pathetic."
"You guys are pathetic," she imitates. Shit. Her plan just might work. My mouth waters. I need chocolate. I look around, trying to find my food source.
"Almost there," Elena says. She taps her chin, and looks down. "Your shoes. I want your shoes." I bit my lip. It was going to be a LONG day.
Elena checked her watch. It was 3:02. She blew a strand of hair from her face and scanned the area. Who could Katherine's contact be?
"Katarina." Elena spun around, almost losing it. She ran her hands down her dress and quickly regained her composure.
"You're a little late," she commented, hoping to confuse the Original. Elijah took a few steps towards her, running a hand through her hair.
"You colored you hair," he said. Elena looked down at her red highlights. "I like it." She sighed. Her plan was working!
"Thank you-" She gushed. "I-" She didn't get a chance to finish. Elijah's lips pressed against hers in a passionate kiss. As if he loved her. And while she was momentarily distracted by the man in front of her, Elena's mind only regained control to form one cohesive thought: WHAT THE FUCK!
Elijah's Diary: Entry 4
Something isn't right. This woman in front of me doesn't seem like my Katarina at all. I felt like I was kissing a statue, a being without thoughts or desires. Has she turned her humanity off? I panic, and stare into her eyes. It can't be. The eyes are the windows to soul, and Katerina has always had an old soul. But this woman, this woman before me, has no soul.
"I missed you," I manage. I wonder, how will she respond? Has Katerina truly turned her emotions off?
"And I've missed you," she replies. A lie. My heart plummets. So it is true. She has turned off her emotions. But why?
"This is an interesting little town you've chosen to settle down in. So do you have it with you?" I force myself to remain calm.
"Do I have what?" she asks. Is this a test?
"The cure," I respond stonily. Katerina shakes her head.
"It's in a safe place. Why don't I go and get it?" She taps me gently on the chest and turns to leave. I get a look at her hand, and see a blue ring on her finger. But she doesn't wear her daylight bracelet. And wait. Where is Katarina's star necklace? Finally, it dawns upon me. I grab her arm.
"Where is Katherine, Elena?"
Katherine's Dairy: Entry 15
I swear, Barbie Klaus is EXACTLY like Mr. Fancy Pants. The original families are a bunch of nosy bloodsuckers who can't mind their own business. She almost got her hand on this book twice. God, I got to be more careful. I fiddle my star necklace with my fingers, a habit is seemed to have taken up every time I get a little nervous.
My life is sooo complicated now. I mean this little trip to Willoughby was supposed to be me and Elijah time. Now its me and Elijah and Barbie Klaus and Damon and Stefan and STUPID ELENA time. I need chocolate. I need therapy. I think I should move to Greece or something. Yea, I should check the flight plans to Greece when this is over…
"No sudden moves. No tricks either. No Katherine-ing." I rolled my eyes at Damon. You can't contain the awesomeness that is Katherine Pierce! Rebekah and Damon look around the house. "Wow," Damon said. "A quilt and an aquarium. Who are you?"
"A old lady with dreadful taste." Rebekah threw a smirk at my direction.
"Yea right," I mumbled. "Says the thousand year old original hag." She starts towards me but Damon stops her. I threw him a smile. Always so…chivalrous, Damon.
"No fighting, ladies," Damon sighed. He turned towards Rebekah. "You take upstairs, I check down here." I cross my arms and scan the area. I wonder if he would fall for my trap. Surely enough, Damon's eyes rested on my aquarium. "Oh lookie here, Katherine." My smile fades, and I hold in a laugh. God, I'm brilliant. But I can't give anything away just yet! "Look who has an aquarium, with no fish!"
"Damon-" I warn. He plunges in his hand and quickly yanks it out. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room. I smirk to myself. I did warn you.
"Figures. Vervain." Damon looks around wildly, trying to find the fish net. Then I make my move. Working quickly, I dunk Damon's head in the water and snatch the cure from the bottom. My arm feels uncomfortably warm, but at least it's not burning. I've been sipping vervain for over a hundred years now, so I knew my little trap wouldn't have hurt me that much. I make for the door but Rebekah stops me, her eyes fixed on the package in my hand.
"What's more important, huh?" I ask. "Catching me, or the cure?" Rebekah lunges for the falling cure and I run out the door.
Hope she enjoys her nap, because the "cure" was stock full of concentrated vervain water. That should buy me some time. So now, I'm writing this in the town library. What should I do? I guess I can head over a grab the real cure from its super secret hiding place (can't elaborate in case Elijah or one of his lunatic spying siblings get their hands on this book) and hand it to Mr. Fancy Pants.
But I'm not entirely sure what to do with it, once I get the cure. Elijah's already suspicious about my plan to shove it down his brothers' throat. So I guess I'm just going to have to use it to barter for my freedom. Pity. I liked my old plan better.
Shit! Elijah's still with Elena right now. I guess my work's really cut out for me. Ugh. And here I thought it would just be me and Elijah…whatever. We'll have sex later, after I get the cure.
Elijah's Diary: Entry 5
"You're compassion is a gift, Elena. Carry it with you always." I smiled as Elena repeats those words I had written long ago. "I read that in a letter once."
"The writer sounds positively gifted," I said. "I'm sure he meant what he said."
"I'm sure he did," Elena agrees. Then her smile fades. "And it felt good to watch that letter burn." Suddenly, her body drops to the floor, and Katarina stands gloating over her descendant's body. I am momentarily horrified.
"Sorry," she says, clearly not meaning a single word she said. "I got hung up." I bend down and examine Elena's unconscious form. Just a broken neck, I gather. I sigh, frustrated at the woman in front of me. She looks at me and groans dramatically. "Oh come one," she whines. "Your precious Elena needed a nap. It's exhausting to be me!"
"You killed Jeremy Gilbert." Katerina stops dead in her tracks. So it is true then.
Katherine Diary: Entry 16
"Yes, Elijah. I killed Jeremy Gilbert." Shit. Fuck. I'm screwed. But in my defense, I didn't really mean to kill him. There are so many things I want to explain. It was an accident! A goddamn accident! And there were creepy indigenous troll men on the stupid island, and a backstabbing hunter, and some petrified weirdo who was probably hideous behind his stupid mask. "A bombshell I bet she couldn't wait to drop on you, which is ironic because she doesn't care about anything." I feel Elijah tense. He turns on me, his eyes full of disappointment.
"Do you seriously feel nothing for this girl, a girl fated to live a life like yours? And now you've taken away the last of her family, just like yours was taken away from you." I clench my teeth. Okay, that's it, fancy pants. One, the only reason I broke her fucking neck was because I spent the last 3 hours of my life with a fork embedded in my skin. His precious, innocent Elena is nothing but a stonehearted bitch. Two, he's one to talk. How DARE he judge me, when over the centuries, he's punished and killed like I have. "Don't look at me like I enjoyed it," I say angrily. "Jeremy was collateral damage. I was doing what I needed to do to survive!"
"Is that what I am to you?" he retorts. "A means of survival?" The question hits me hard. Do I really love him? Or am I truly using him? I feel like I do love him, but I'm too proud to say so. Or too stubborn. Uh, I don't know. I seriously need to check those flight plans to Greece, because I need a vacation. I swear, I've had more action in the past few months then I've ever had in my entire life of 500 years. But I can't answer his question. So I answer it in the only way I know how: hollowly, and full of lies and fake emotion.
"No," I say. "Of course not." I grab his hand for good measure. "You're looking out for me when I had no one. You're giving me a second chance when no one else will." He frowns and looks away, sensing my deception. I panic and use the magic words, the words I claimed to have withheld because they were special; because they meant something. "I love you, Elijah." He pulls his hand away. "You don't believe me," I whisper dejectedly.
"I want to," he responds tiredly. His face seems to age a thousand years. "It's my disease." Desperation wells up in my chest, and he turns to leave.
"But what about you're promise? Make the deal with Klaus for me. You gave me you're word!" He takes a look at me.
"Goodbye, Katerina." So was I wrong? I was looking out for myself, because it's the only way I know how. Little Elena Gilbert had it coming. She was so annoying! Ugh! And with Jeremy, Fancy Pants didn't even give me a chance to explain. I think I'll look up those plight plans to Greece now…after I find a stupid fucking chocolate store and a tissue box.
Elijah's Diary: Entry 6
I remember walking around town for hours, until my feet carried me to my car parked in town. My sister leaned against it, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Not now, Rebekah." She glared at me, but I shoved past her, lost in my own thoughts. I had lost everything. My relationship was my siblings were shaky at best, and when my brother got wind of this…falling in love, giving another chance to Katerina, no Katherine, was a mistake. I was a fool, a fool in love. My brother was right. Love was a vampire's greatest weakness.
I believed that I could have mastered this game of chess, but Katherine had beaten me every turn. I was too blind to see that she had been winning ever since the game had first started. She was cunning, tricky. Klaus would have liked her. I could have loved her, once. I could have loved Katerina, the small town human girl 500 years ago. But my chance had passed, and I had foolishly believed that Katherine was the same girl I had fallen in love with; Katerina. Its time I learn to accept that. It's time to learn that Katherine and Katerina are two different people, and Katerina is dead. Now there is only Katherine, a shade of a once lively girl, who had been caught up in my world. The world of the supernatural. I had once blamed myself for the monster she had become. I could have prevented this, all of this. Twisted, betrayed, she now remains only a shadow, a being that continued to thrive after her death 500 years before.
Lost in my own thoughts, I fail to see her approach me. I swerve off the sidewalk, but she intercepts my path. "Wait." I sigh is annoyance.
"What do you want?" Katherine breathes in sharply, and bites her lip.
"To tell you that you're right." Her eyes dart wildly, telltale signs that she is lying. I contemplate walking away, but she begins to speak again. "I've spent so much time, running and lying. I've started to believe my own lies." She shakes her head. "I don't even remember who I was when we first met, and I want to find out." Suddenly a mysterious box rests in the palm of her hand.
"You have the cure." Katherine nods.
"Yea. Now I can shove this down Klaus' throat and try to kill him, but even if I manage to do it, I'd lose you." Suspicion clouds my mind, and I ask the burning question I have been contemplating for days now, possibly since even the first day we had reunited.
"How do I know this isn't another lie? Katherine Pierce deceiving yet another man." She reaches for my hand. "Don't-"
"Because I meant what I said about my feelings for you," She says, her voice dripping attitude. She rolls her eyes, and I sense the old Katerina, the smart, wise, independent woman I had grown to love, returning. Katherine smiles lightly. "And I hope, that you feel the same way." I run my hands to her wrists, grasping them. We face each other for a few moments, before she pulls her hands away and steps back. "You don't owe me anything." I glance at the cure in my hands. So much fuss, over such a small object. It was better off with Silas, locked away. I place the cursed box in my pocket and return my gaze to Katherine, no, Katerina. "You decide where we go from here." And suddenly, she's gone.
"You and Katherine." Rebekah slides off the hood of her car and crosses her arms. "And I thought you're the smart brother." Elijah sighed.
"You don't have a smart brother," he responded. "Turns out I'm just as stupid as the rest of you." Rebekah snorts.
"Okay, whatever, Elijah. Just give me the cure, so I can judge you silently elsewhere." The other original raised an eyebrow.
"And what," he asked. "Could you possibly want with the cure?" Rebekah remained quiet for a moment. The moment had come, the moment she had dreaded. How could she tell her brother the truth-that she wanted to give up her immortality and die?
"I want to be human again." Silence hung in the air. Finally, Elijah spoke.
"How do you know, sister, that becoming human again is the answer? I mean its nothing more than a romantic notion," He said quietly. "The grass won't necessarily be greener, Rebekah." Rebekah shook her head.
"You might be right, but I don't care. I want to live a simple, human life. I want to have a family and grow old. And I want to die a simple death, and when my life ends, it ends." She looked up at her brother pleadingly. "We've spent 20 lifetimes together, Elijah. Isn't that enough?" Elijah narrowed his eyes in confusion. Yes, Rebekah had told him that she desired the cure. But it had never occurred to him that she would want to give up immortality and become human again. Not once. The concept for him was just too foreign.
"I don't understand. Why must you always consider our family a burden?" He shifted his weight uncomfortably. "Always and forever. Those words are just as important to me today as they ever were."
"You will always be my brother, Elijah, and I will never stop loving you. But now its time for me to live and die the way that I choose." Rebekah was interrupted by the vibrating of her cellphone. She hissed in annoyance. "What do you want, Nick?"
Katherine's Diary: Entry 17
I don't really know now where to go. I can't go back to Mystic Falls. Stefan and Damon hate me, and Elena is no doubt looking to separate my head from my body. And Elijah, I don't know about Elijah. To be honest, I don't really know anything. I've talked to him, and I'm not sure if he's going to forgive me. In fact, I'm not sure he'll ever forgive me.
The thing is, I don't believe I did anything wrong. Granted, I killed Jeremy Gilbert. But it was an accident. And although I entered our relationship with evil intentions, I didn't lie when I said I loved him. I did. I do love him.
So I checked the flight plans to Greece. There's one leaving tonight. And God knows I want to just hope on the plane and fly away from my problems. Running Away. God! I've been doing this for so long, I've adopted it as a normal part of my hectic life. But I know I can't just run away that easily anymore. There's more, things I can't explain or understand, that's keeping me here. Right here. Right here in a small diner on the road. I look outside. I think the road is my home now. When I'm on the road, I'm numb to all else. Once I hop into my car, I'd be free of Elijah and his stupid feelings and my stupid feelings and all other stupid things. But I think this time, for a change, I won't run away from my problems. But I won't go running towards them either. I guess I'll just keep my distance, and watch what happens.
I reach for my star necklace, but end up just grasping air. Shit! Where did it go?
"Things have gotten…complicated. In fact, why don't you speak to one of those complications?" Rebekah handed the phone over to her brother.
"Complication speaking."
"Elijah!" Klaus exclaimed. "Where have you been, brother? At last you've joined the fray."
"Somebody had to take charge. And now that I have, I've got the cure, and I'm bringing it back to Mystic Falls."
"With a long list of demands, I assume."
"Not that long, brother." Elijah handed the phone back to his sister and climbed into her car. The car roared with life as he plunged in the keys.
"Elijah, how do you know you can trust her? Katherine, I mean?"
"It's Katerina, Rebekah." Rebekah frowned, but remained silent.
"Whatever. But the question still stands." Elijah pulls the car out of the parking space, and continues to drive a few moments before answering her.
"I took her pulse," he said quietly. "It was the only way I could be sure." Elijah quickly recalled grasping her wrists, and feeling for her heartbeat.
"Sure of what, Elijah? Is she true? Or does she still lie through her teeth like she's always done?" Her brother's face remained impassive, and unreadable, as if he pondered the same question deep inside.
The three originals sat around a small, round table, and they sat in silence. For almost ten minutes now, all that had occurred had been quick glances between one another, intentional glares, and the occasional uncomfortable shifting of weight. Finally, Klaus opened his mouth and spoke.
"Brother! Let's get to it then. Don't be difficult. Just hand over the cure and all will be forgiven." Elijah frowned.
"I do not believe, brother, that I am the one to be forgiven. After all you've done to me, to this family, it is you who should be on your knees, begging for my forgiveness." Klaus rolled his eyes.
"I hardly think so, and I never beg."
"You've daggered our dear sister countless times, and have daggered me as well. If you keep up with this attitude, I may decide to rule in Rebekah's favor after all!"
"Oh please. Not again with this daggering thing. I thought we had gotten passed this." Klaus slapped his siblings on the back. "Besides, you of all people know how incredible annoying our dear sister can be."
"Well that's a load a nonsense, coming from you, Nick. I haven't been able to walk ten feet away without you breathing down my neck about my friends and the that people I care about." Rebekah hissed in annoyance.
"It's not my fault you have such bad taste in men, Rebekah. I have to protect the reputation of our family! I can't have you whoring around-"
"Elijah! Say something!"
"Well, Rebekah, you know I don't condone your lustful habits." Klaus threw his hands in the air.
"Thank you! Finally!" Rebekah gritted her teeth, and Klaus continued. "Although, dear brother, I'm not sure about you and you're decisions about love either. Katerina Petrova? Surely you can do better!"
"Leave him alone, Nik. We have business to attend to," Rebekah said. She glared at Klaus before continuing. "Contrary to popular belief, the world doesn't revolve around you and your desires. If you don't mind, I would like to ask Elijah for a chance to obtain the cure as well."
"Well I do mind. Honestly, Rebekah, in what way do you believe becoming human will serve you? I can't even turn my back for a second, without having to dig you out of some sort of trouble. And you're an original vampire!"
"Well maybe," Rebekah argued, "I'm always in trouble because I stick with you!"
"It's true," Elijah reasoned. "Niklaus, you draw danger like a magnet. However it's one thing for it to happen by chance, but you seek out danger around every corner."
"It's like he gets high off it or something," Rebekah muttered. Klaus shrugged, smiling.
"But in all seriousness, give me the cure, Elijah. We both know that Rebekah's current habits combined with that cure is a horrible combination." Elijah raised his eyebrows.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Well we can't have our dear sister ending up pregnant! After all, she's only nineteen!"
"For your information," Rebekah snapped, "I'm much older than that, Nick." Klaus sniggered.
"But you have the lustful habits of a human teenager girl, dear sister." Rebekah looked at her eldest brother despairingly.
"Elijah! Say Something!" Elijah smirked.
"Well Rebekah you sleep with every man you lay eyes on, apart from me and Niklaus. But enough of this talk. What are you're reasons for obtaining the cure, brother?" Elijah fiddled around with the cure in his hands. Rebekah crossed her arms, red with embarrassment.
"Brothers," she muttered. "Impossible." Elijah frowned but Klaus interrupted before he could speak.
"Well as we all know, there's Silas to be accounted for. He paid me a visit the other day, demanding that I hand over the cure in exchange for my life." Rebekah scoffed.
"You're a hybrid, Nick. Nothing but the white oak stake can kill you. Surely you can't believe that madman's threats." Rebekah looked at her nails in boredom. "Besides. I got that cure. It's mine."
"No," Elijah corrected. "I obtained that cure."
"Um from Katherine who killed Jeremy Gilbert!"
"Rebekah! Elijah! Can we stay on task please?" His siblings quieted down but remained glowering at each other, and Klaus proceeded to speak. "Like I was saying," he growled, "Silas is also immortal, but he has no weakness except for that cure. It just so happens that he wants to take to be with his 2000 year old girlfriend."
"The original doppelganger?" Elijah asked.
"Doppelgangers," Rebekah muttered dejectedly. "Oh please! There're not even that pretty anyway."
"Don't worry, Elijah. That's just jealousy talking." Klaus smiled lightly. "But anyway, Silas is a telepath. It's easy to find a white oak stake. He only has to dig through our minds, and none of us will even know he's in there." Klaus rubbed his temples, the memory of his previous encounter with Silas still burned into his head. Silas had tricked Klaus into thinking that he was dying. "Please, brother. Just give me that cure." Rebekah gritted her teeth in annoyance.
"And give it to Silas, Nick? What about me? I've suffered for over a thousand years as a vampire! Why can't you allow me to be at peace?"
"When Silas gets the cure, we'll be able to welcome back our dear brothers. Won't we, Elijah? Finn and Kol." Elijah had always cared about family, and Klaus was well aware of it. Perhaps Elijah might sway to his side, knowing that Silas intended to bring down the veil to the other side.
"Also mother and father will come back," Rebekah reminded him. "And since when have you cared about Finn and Kol?"
"It matters not, Rebekah." Elijah straightened his tie. "I have made my decision." Klaus smiled. "I believe that Rebekah's intentions for the cure overshadows you're personal discomfort, Niklaus." Klaus' smile faded, his face distorted with rage.
"But our brothers, Elijah! All this talk about family, yet you turn your back the minute it is offered to you!"
"Be quiet, Niklaus. You know nothing of family, so how dare you lecture me on what you consider to be of little importance. You do consider family of little importance, don't you, Niklaus?" Klaus backed away, surprised by his brother's sudden rage. "After all, our poor sister here, her needs are being cast aside to serve your own!" Elijah glared at Klaus. "Besides, as much as I hate to say this, our brothers have passed on. They are where they belong, and this kind of magic always comes with a price. Mark my words, they're will be consequences if Silas tears down a veil that has held our world together for over two thousand years!" Klaus got up from his chair angrily, but paused before walking out the door.
"Rebekah, when you are sick and dying, when you are frail with age, don't come to me for help. I will laugh in your face!" Klaus spat. Rebekah swallowed hardly as her brother stormed out, but looked at Elijah and nodded confidently.
"I'm ready," she said.
"Rebekah, I'm not done with you yet." Rebekah raised her eyebrows. "You must prove to me that this is not just another one of your childish whims."
"It's not," she protested. But one look from her older brother silenced her quickly.
"Prove it to me," Elijah repeated quietly. "No vampire privileges for the rest of the day. Show me that you know what it means to be human. Then I will give you the cure." Rebekah thought quickly, than nodded.
" I can do that," she said confidently. She twirled something around her fingers. Something shiny.
"What's that?" her brother asked.
"Oh this? Nothing. Just some necklace I found."
"Can I see it?"
"Sure. Keep it." Elijah took the star necklace in his hands, wondering how his sister had come across it, and how Katerina had managed to lose it.
Katherine's Diary: Entry 18
Looking back on my previous entries, starting from my first one, I've definitely grown. I don't know how or why, but I sound…older. More mature. It's hard to explain.
So apparently no Greece. As much as I wish I could go, I know I'll never forgive myself if I leave with unfinished business. So here I am, back in Mystic Falls. Elijah is here, and so are Stefan and Damon. And Elena. I wish I could take back what I did to Jeremy Gilbert. In my defense, it was an accident, but an accident that happened nonetheless.
God. Mystic Falls. Everything always comes back to this small town in Virginia. Why can't it happen it New York? Or Chicago? Or any place where you can go shopping? There isn't even a chocolate store!
Well technically, I'm not really in Mystic Falls. Rather I'm hovering on the outskirts of town. It's a simple hotel really. Nothing as extravagant like the place Elijah and I stayed in with Gavin. Wait. Someone's coming.
"I see you picked a nice place to stay." I swallow and turn to face him.
"Elijah."
"Katarina." He gives me this disapproving look, and I feel my walls immediately coming up.
"Okay, look mister. Sit. And you are going to listen to me, you hear?!" Elijah seems genuinely surprised at my anger but sits down obediently. Smart man. I take a deep breath. "One, Jeremy Gilbert's death was an accident. Two, Elena and your precious sister spent hours torturing me and sticking forks in my hands. You can't really blame me for getting a little upset." I hiss in annoyance, attitude dripping into my words. Sitting back, I wait for Mr. Fancy Pants to reply. Elijah straightens his tie and puts his hands together, squinting his eyes as if he's examining me. Suddenly, I feel a bit uncomfortable.
"I admit that when I first came here," he began, "I was under the impression that I would decide where we go from here." I grit my teeth.
"Well I've had a change of heart since then," I retort. "I'm sick and tired of your judgment, without taking into account all the other stuff. I tried to speak to you, but you only stayed for half of the story." Elijah chuckles.
"I should have known you weren't going to make this easy."
"Damn right. I gave you the cure already, so you can leave me alone." I'm so done with him. Seriously. I mean who does he think he is? Okay yes, I came back for closure. But that man and his goddamn pride! He can't even acknowledge the fact that he totally ditched me to go drool after his stupid brother and sister and enter their stupid family drama. There life can literally be a reality tv show or something. There's always some sort of scandal (ahem Rebekah), a madman on a killing spree (Klaus), and a somewhat decent guy sorta stuck in the middle (Fancy Pants).
"Well then why are you here then? Aren't you the one who followed me back to Virginia?" He asks.
"No," I lie. "I came because I have some unfinished business with the Salvatores." Well its somewhat true, isn't it? I mean I kinda have some stuff to settle with them. And Elena. God! I can't decide whether I want to kill her or apologize. As far as I know, she's still in bitch mode, or in simple terms, she's still that boyfriend stealing annoying fork stabbing little vampire that everyone still literally FAWNS over. I mean seriously! ARE THEY BLIND? I'm soooo much prettier. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only smart person alive on the planet. But damn, Elijah's pretty cunning too. He shakes his head, automatically catching my little white lie.
"You use to be better at lying, Katarina. Honesty, remember?" Elijah stares at me and I attempt to hold his gaze, but fail. My eyes lower almost instantly. He places something on the table. Something shiny! My necklace! It takes all my power to not snatch it up in relief. "And what about my brother?"
"What about him?" I ask, tearing my gaze from the necklace. "And honesty, Elijah? Please. If you were as honest as you claim to be, if you were a gentlemen, you would claim some of the fault here. I've already admitted that I've done something wrong. Why can't you?" He narrows his eyes and ignores my last comment.
"Do you still plan to make to make Klaus human?" Well then, Fancy Pants. You've shown you're true colors. It always boils down to your stupid family, doesn't it? I thought we mattered too! I thought I mattered, at least enough for you to have heard me out back at that small town. I guess not.
"Well obviously not, since I gave you the cure," I retort shortly, slamming my hand on the table. "And by the way Elijah, fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid family and pride. I mean how daft can you get! Your head is so far up Klaus' ass that I can't even see you anymore, but I guess that doesn't matter anymore, does it?" A low, angry growl erupts from his throat but I continue. "But you know what? I've got to thank you for making things so freaking crystal clear."
"Katarina-" I slap him. But continue to yell.
"Klaus will always look out for himself, you know? And I know this because Klaus and I are alike in more ways than you think. We always come first. And goddamn it, I know it's a lonely way to live. But at least we're still up and at it." I lower my voice, eyebrows furrowed together angrily. "My time with you has been a complete waste. Everything I've worked for, you've just proved useless. Why would you try to convince me to let people in, when all you've shown in betrayal? You betrayed me back when I was human, and now when I'm a vampire. It's a cycle with you, and I can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for it!" I run my hand through my hair, clearly stressed. Elijah's face remains impassive, but stony.
"I don't expect you to understand, Katarina. You don't understand what it is like to love someone the way I love my family." Jesus! It's like talking to a brick wall.
"I did once! But your brother killed my family. And don't you dare say that we've already talked about this. A few words aren't going to wipe away the past. There is horror and betrayal on your ledger, Elijah. On all of your ledgers. It's gushing red. And I think I finally understand why Klaus is so quick to punish you. It's because of your constant betrayal. You say you'll be there for someone, and you turn your back and do something else. I'm done. I'm done with you, and I'm done with Klaus." My fingers wrap around the necklace on the table. My beautiful star necklace. "Go fuck yourself Elijah." The necklace hurls across the hotel courtyard and into the fountain.
Katherine was done, or at least she convinced herself that she was done. She absolutely refused to waste a single second talking or even thinking about him. It isn't worth my time, she thought, wiping away angry tears.
After tossing the necklace into the fountain, she had promptly stopped away as fast and as dignified as her stilettos would allow her. Her only regret was to have made her dramatic exit a bit more graceful.
Open entering her hotel room, she stripped off her clothes and got into the shower, letting the hot water sting her skin for a full five minutes. She had said what she needed to say, and it had been painful. Katherine was pretty sure her words had hurt her more than they had hurt Elijah. She hated him more than she could describe. For once in her miserable life, there had been a flicker of hope. Perhaps she could let people in and bring down her walls. But no. The only other time she had ever had that hope was in 1864, when she had first met Stefan Salvatore. He was kind and sweet-a perfect gentlemen. Initially, Katherine had been drawn to him because he had reminded her of … him. She spent years after her "death" following Stefan and looking out for him, determined not to abandon him the way she had been abandoned her entire life. When Stefan met Elena, Katherine could feel her heart breaking in two. It hurt almost as much as her break up with Elijah.
It was a break up, wasn't it? There was almost no question about it. The most she could hope for was that she had left Elijah sitting there in the middle of the hotel courtyard, thinking on everything she had said. It was all true, and he knew it. If it weren't for his stupid pride…
Creak. The bathroom door opened, and Katherine froze. She knew who it was. She groaned softly, dreading to hear what he had to say. She didn't want to listen to any more lectures or any more of his-
A strong hand clamped against her shoulder. She winced in pain, but didn't say anything as he turned her around. "Didn't you get the message? Go away," Katherine muttered. Her lips were suddenly busy, and she got lost in the moment for a few seconds, before pushing Elijah away. "No. We're not doing this. It's over. We're done." She put her hands on her hips, attempting to look as dignified as she could while completely nude in the shower. However a faint blush was creeping up on her cheeks, which were hot with embarrassment. Elijah placed his hands on her chin, forcing the doppelganger to look him in the eyes.
"Never turn you're back on me when we are speaking," he said hardly. "Never disrespect me by tossing away my gifts so carelessly, especially in the fashion that you did downstairs in the courtyard." He pushed her wet hair behind her back, stepping into the shower itself. His suit was growing damper by the second, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace. In a move to fast to stop, the necklace was already fastened around her neck, and Katherine swallowed hardly. Imagine how fast, how easily it would be for him to kill her. "And finally," he said angrily, "we are not over until I say we're over." The pair of them stared each other down angrily, not saying a word for a few minutes, and growing more and more drenched as the water spurted from the showerhead.
"No," Katherine said quietly. "I have come too far to have you treat me like this. I'm a human being, goddamn it. And I will not be disrespected-" This time, she didn't protest. In between kisses, she faintly heard Elijah's words.
"I didn't mean it that way, Katarina. You know how I feel about relationships. It's a mutual agreement between two people who love each other." He stopped for a moment, leaning until his lips brushed against her ears. "In order to break our agreement, I must agree to its termination as well. I feel I must tell you that I have no intentions of letting you go."
It wasn't hard for Katherine to tear another one of his suits, and Elijah's job was already done for him; Katherine was already undressed in the shower. "You know I've never done it in a shower before," she mused heartily to herself. Elijah heard her and smiled. He placed his hands sturdily on her hips and hoisted her up against the wall of the shower, ignoring the water dripping down his face. And then he was inside her, and warmth filled his entire body. This is home, he thought happily. It was all too familiar to him; the way she constantly adjusted to help him along, the way she tended to wrap her legs around his thighs, and the way her muscles tightened comfortably around his length.
It was all too familiar to her too. She basked in his rhythmic, gentle thrusts, knowing what was coming next. Elijah always started slow, but in a good way, as if to invite suspense and desire. It definitely worked. He then pushed her harder against the wall, allowing a bit of pain on her part, but pleasurable pain. Katherine could sense the way he loved her control. She was never one to go screaming his name, and he loved that. Instead, he loved her simple whispering of his name, the soft nicks on his earlobes, and the gentle gestures she made with her hands along his body.
The slow, rhythmic, in and out motions went on for a while, and neither of them complained. Katherine wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer to her, feeling his length scraping the walls of her privates. He was bigger than most men, and to have him fully inside her hurt. She bit her lip and fought back tears. Elijah brushed strands of her wet hair out of her face, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. "You're shaking, Katerina. Am I hurting you?" Katherine shook her head.
"No. Keep going," she whispered hoarsely. Her only desire was to make him happy, and she closed her eyes, tightening her legs. Elijah placed his hands on the bathroom wall, and the only thing holding up his partner was the pressure of their hips pressed together. He slowly backed away, and Katherine inwardly despaired as his private slowly inched out of her. But what he did next surprised her. He shoved himself deep within her, making her gasp in pain. But she loved it. He moved faster, in a speed only attainable by a vampire. Katherine could swear she saw blood running down the drain but she didn't care. Elijah grasped her breasts, and Katherine raised her hands, grabbing the only thing she could find; the shower curtain. It fell as the pair of them fell, the two of them laughing heartily. Both felt fulfilled.
After dressing and drying her hair, Katherine lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She always felt so tired after her sexual encounters with Elijah. It always took up all her energy, and she was secretly envious on how Elijah still looked perfect and more alert than ever. She padded the place beside her on the bed. "Tuck me in?" she asked. Elijah smiled.
"Of Course." Katherine shifted to her side, and Elijah wrapped the blankets around her. She fell asleep almost immediately. He watched her sleep for a few moments, before deciding to join her on the other side of the bed. Whether consciously or not, Katherine snuggled up against his body, and Elijah, after a bit of hesitation, wrapped his arm around her waist. They could have almost passed for a normal couple. Elijah thought about how life could be if it was like this always. He had never slept beside her like this before, but he loved the way his arm wrapped around her, as if he was protecting her. Katherine was his, he thought, before closing his eyes and dozing off beside her.
Elijah's Diary: Entry 7
Katerina and I have reached some sort of agreement, I suppose. She made no argument when I talked about what I had done that day. I told her everything; about the ultimatum I had offered Rebekah, about Klaus' anger and rage, everything. She listened intently, her head against my chest. My fingers running through her hair seemed to soothe her a bit.
When it was time to leave, I borrowed some clothes from the couple next door. Katarina smiled a bit, and I couldn't help smiling as well. Nothing had been solved today, but she had said what she needed to say, and I had listened. I have been completely immobilized by my love for my brother and sister, so much that I could not stay to see what was right in front of me. I'm convinced that she loves me, and I don't want to throw that away so easily. But our relationship is taking its toll on her. On both of us.
Rebekah has given me the last white oak stakes, the one thing on earth that can kill my brother, upon my request. That thing should be burned to the ashes, but I owe my thanks to my mother, who placed a horrifying spell on the stake, rendering it indestrucable. On my life, I will find someone who can destroy it, if only to remove Klaus' fear and help him sleep better at night.
"Brother," he says. Niklaus is clearly intoxicated. "Come to apologize and hand over the cure?"
"I have reached a decision," I reply, straightening my suit that I had just changed into. "Rebekah deserves some chance at happiness. Why should I not give it to her? Why should you not give it to her?" Niklaus slams his glass on the table, shattering it.
"What about my happiness, Elijah?" He roars. I stay collected. Its not uncommon for my brother to lose his temper. "Silas will kill me. Will you be happy then?"
"Silas will not kill you," I retort shortly. I pull out the white oak stake. "Hide it. Find someone to destroy it. Do whatever needs to be done." Klaus grabs the stake and looks at it, as if he has been looking at it for the first time.
"This stick," he says, holding it up, "will be the end of me. To all of us." He sighs. "It matters not though, Elijah. Silas is powerful; powerful enough to make me mad in my own head! Do you know what it feels like?" he roars. "Do you know what it feels like to be unmade? Undone? You know nothing." The white oak stake flies across the room.
"You will survive, Niklaus, as you have done countless times over the centuries. And If you can't, brother, than you'll out run him." Klaus stays quiet, staring at the broken glass on the table.
"And I suppose you want something in return for this. Am I right, Elijah?" Klaus looks up at me, his face impassive.
"All I would ask of you is to provide me with this opportunity, to feel, to care, to love." I swallow hardly. My brother knows of what I speak of, and I recall her. Katarina. I remember the way we slept together side by side, and I would happily like to remain like that forever.
"Katarina, I assume?" Niklaus scoffed. "Never, Elijah. Not in a million years." I growl angrily, but he continues. "I've given you that opportunity many times, and each instance, you have always chosen to stand against me!" Klaus lowers his voice. "No. I will chase her to the ends of the earth. I will always be close enough, but never truly catch her. I will drive her mad, and I will make her despise you. There will be no happy ending for any of you, brother." Niklaus looks up at me, with pure hatred in his eyes.
Katherine sat down on the bed, looking into space for several hours after receiving Elijah's phone call. She would never have her freedom. Never. She looked out the window and considering ending it, like she had done 500 years ago. She picked up her pen and found her diary, looking through the pages. There was so much history and memory. But there was also hate, and anger. Katherine leafed to the next empty page, and began to write.
Katherine's Diary: Entry 19
I've never truly contemplated my own death. I feel like my life is in the hands of an hourglass, and my every waking moment is borrowed time. Klaus will find me. I know he will. One day or another, I will get tired of running. I mean, I died a long time ago, right? God this is depressing. Oh fuck. I'm running out of ink.
Haha! A new pen! Well anyway, It's been a stressful day, to say the least. Shit. I don't even know what to do, or where to go. In the past, I've just taken a globe, and spun it. The place my finger landed when the globe stopped was where I'd live next. But that was before when I didn't have a home. Something ties me here, to Mystic Falls. To him. Mr. Fancy Pants himself. Look at me, wallowing in self-pity. Klaus would absolutely love it. Ring.
"Sophie. Jane-Anne. Whoever it is, I really don't feel like talking right now," I mumble, barely coherent.
"Cry me a river," Sophie retorts. "Good god, woman. Have some respect." I stuff my face with the chocolates Elijah had left me.
"Your Katherine Pierce," Jane-Anne reminds me. "Get over it, and listen to what we have to say." I honestly don't want to deal with this shit anymore.
"I don't care what you have to say." I swallow another truffle. "I'm done with all this. I'm leaving for Greece." I click the end button.
Finally, dear diary, some peace and quiet. Like I was saying- Ring. Fuck.
"What!" I snap.
"Seriously? This is ridiculous," Sophie exclaims. I hold the phone away a bit, to escape her yelling. "So what. Klaus is chasing you again. Big deal."
"Wait. Um…Big deal?" I scoff. " Yeah right."
"It's routine," Jane-Anne remarks, clearly bored. "You've been running from him for 500 years. It's nothing new. Now are you going to shut up and listen? Or do we have to haul our asses up to Mystic Falls?" I sigh.
"What?"
"Look. We have some intel on Klaus. Stuff too good to be true."
"Yea? So what?" I pop another truffle into my mouth and chew it slowly.
"You know that werewolf girl? Hayley?"
"Yea. What about the bitch?"
"She's alive. And pregnant." There's a pause, then some static. "Guess who's the father?" I drop my box of chocolate and grasp the phone for dear life.
"No. Fucking. Way."
"Yes way." Shit. This is gold. I've hit the jackpot. This changes everything! But…how? I hold the phone to my ear.
"What's the plan?"
"We kill two birds with one stone," Jane-Anne explains. "Get Klaus to New Orleans. We can get him to take down Marcel, hell, we can make him do whatever we want! This girl, Hayley, she's linked to Sophie." I bite my lip, barely containing my smile.
"I can get Klaus to New Orleans," I confirm. "But what about his lunatic siblings? That family sticks together like bread and butter. They'll die for each other, you know."
"Keep them away. Do whatever you can. Katherine?" Sophie pauses. "This actually might work."
"Yes, it actually might."
"You're home." Elijah says, leaning on the staircase rails. "And how did our Cinderella fair?"
"I've done it, Elijah." Rebekah stood in front of her brother, her face impassive. She was in her yellow ball gown, the one she had worn to the prom. "No vampire powers for the whole day. And I've done it." She looks down at the ground. "I won't lie, there were complications." Elijah smiled lovingly at his sister.
"Rebekah, if this is what you truly want, then here." He took the cure out of his jacket pocket. "You can have it." Rebekah grasped the cure in her hands, smiling.
"I guess its time I turned into a pumpkin," she said. "Thank you, Elijah." Elijah smiled, watching his sister disappear around the corner. Rebekah deserved this. She deserved this chance to be happy. One day, he would make it up to his brother. His phone buzzed in his pocket. The caller ID read his sister's name. Elijah looked to where his sister once stood, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Still, he proceeded to answer the call.
"Rebekah?" He answered uncertainly.
"Elijah. I think Nick's done something to get the cure." Elijah's heart sank, realizing what had happened. "Don't do anything until I get there. Elijah? Elijah?" Rebekah's loud sobs echoed on the other side of the phone.
"It's too late for that," Elijah whispered hoarsely, kicking the ground in frustration. Rebekah hung up, sinking to the floor on where she had stood. Klaus had made some sort of deal with Silas, and now the cure was gone. She would never have her chance at happiness.
Elijah wanted to punish himself for not seeing the signs. Rebekah would have taken the cure right away, wouldn't she? How could he have not known that the girl wasn't his sister? How could he have not seen through Silas' disguise? So Klaus, again, had managed to destroy the happiness of his family, with almost no remorse. For a moment there, just a moment, Elijah contemplated if Katherine was right. Perhaps it was better to leave his brother to his own accord. Their relationship was toxic at best.
Meanwhile Klaus entered his living room, feeling the warmth of the fireplace fill the room. An expensive piece of paper caught his eye on the coffee table. He picked it up and begun to read.
Klaus,
I hear Elijah has refused you the cure and in return, you have refused me my freedom. Shame on you both. But while you boys sort out your problems, I have one last thing to offer you. I've caught wind that there is a witch in New Orleans named Jane-Anne Deveraux plotting a move against you. Hunt her down. What she has to say will rattle you so deeply to your core that chasing little old me will be the least of your concerns. It's been a fun five centuries, Klaus, but I've worn down too many good heels running from you.
Love and hate,
Katerina.
Congratulations! You just read a whopping 10,000 words of Kalijah Fanfcition. I haven't watched season 5 of the vampire diaries or even started season 6, because SPOILER they kill Katherine off the show. WTF! So I've sworn off VD and settled for the Originals Show which is 1000 times better, but I hate Hayley and Elijah together. They make absolutely no sense. Sorry. Ranting.
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