A/N: sorry for not updating in so long. also sorry to say that it might be a while before I update again. I just started grad school and will have a lot less time on my hands with work and projects but I promise to keep working on this story. It will get finished...eventually!
Elijah's gaze never left hers, though Katerina seemed to be sending daggers to her doppelgänger. Oh, how he wished he could have met Elena first. Everything he had written to her in that letter so long ago was still true, even if the fledgling vampire was drowning in the aftermath of her recent death. Still, it had only ever been Katherine since the moment she appeared in his life.
She didn't deserve this. No one did, really. Pondering what his brother was currently plotting, the gentleman and one time nobleman wondered if he would be able to save the hell raiser from what ever fate was in store for her. One or two of Klaus's witches were here; thank the heavens they liked working with Elijah better. They almost always did. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he nearly missed the announcement.
"Brother, won't you join us for the toast," Klaus smiled his usual charming; devilish way.
Not knowing how, the vampire made his way up to his supposed intended; his feet moving with little grace as somehow the older brother lost the ability to think about what he was doing. It was an involuntary response reminding him of the days he was still a living, breathing human being.
Single-mindedly, Elijah blocked out the excited murmurings of the party goers; his eyes only leaving Katherine's bambi eyed stare as his gaze met and held Rebekah's for a single moment as his sister snuck into the ball. Although he prided himself on being a caring big brother, he was unable to focus his attention on her demeanor as it was currently being held prisoner by this latest development.
Slowly, Rebekah made her way closer to a servant and gracefully retrieved a champagne flute as she watched with trepidation.
Elijah turned so as to stand next to his betrothed, gently placing her hand over his as Klaus continued. "As is tradition in our family, let us celebrate with a dance between the bride and groom. But first, to Elijah and Katherine. May your lives be filled with happiness."
"To Elijah and Katherine," the party goers toasted and Elijah lead his old lover to the would be dance floor.
Katherine could not get over her shock. This was not what she was expecting and she couldn't say that the prospect of marriage excited her. She knew it should thrill her. All she has ever wanted was a family and to live a life with a man who loved her in the way she desired to be loved. The only man who had ever come close was Elijah; granted, Damon had seemed to love her that way but he had loved her far more than she had loved him and time had proven just how easily he could walk away from her. It was different with Elijah. Or it had been.
Now she couldn't help but remind herself that she had waited for him to help her escape Klaus after her evil mirror self had used the cure to turn her human but Elijah never did. And Klaus would never truly let anyone else have true domain over Katherine and her life. The sullen beauty had known that when she first approached him to try and make a deal, but her hunter had denied her terms. Then again she was human now, she thought. Who was she to try and make a deal with one of the oldest supernatural beings to ever exist, anyway?
More and more guests joined them on the dance floor and Rebekah made her way over to her brother. "Niklaus," she greeted him with the least amount of enthusiasm she could muster. In a simple and elegant blue organza gown, Rebekah remind him of Grace Kelly; her demeanor more regal and relaxed than he was used to noting. "What are you playing at?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," he boasted and sipped at his champagne. "Now," he said as he caught sight of his favorite vampire, "you must excuse me. I have guests to attend to," Niklaus dismissed her and made his way toward his favorite blonde bombshell, fixing his tie as he went.