A/N - Okay, so another really short chapter. I'm so sorry about that guys. I'm going to work on trying to make my flashbacks longer.
Well, anyway, as always let me know what you think. I love hearing back from you.
December 27th, 1929:
The door began to grind open and Katherine prepared herself to deal with Klaus. But the face that looked around the door was not that of NiKlaus Mikaelson.
Katherine sat up immediately. "Elijah?" She asked, not wanting to believe her own eyes. "Is this another dream? Or illusion created by Klaus to torment me?"
Elijah left the door open and rushed in, taking Katherine's face in his hands. She had not been shown any sign of love or caring for her in decades. "No, my Katherine. It is me." He began scrambling in his pockets for something. After a few seconds of searching, he brought his hand back out, clutching at key. He inserted it into the chains that had been holding her down, and they unlocked. "I am here to set you free." He said.
Katherine shook her head, rubbing her sore wrists. "But Klaus daggered you. How are you alive?"
"It was only a matter of time." He gently grabbed her hands and helped her up. "It was Christmas two days ago, and as you know, Klaus would not take time away from torturing you long enough to give Rebekah the time of day." He shrugged. "She got feed up and undaggered me."
Katherine nodded. She put her arm over Elijah's shoulders and he helped her out the door of her cell. Together they struggled up the stairs and toward the front door.
"Elijah. What is this?" The sound of Klaus's voice made Katherine's blood run cold.
Elijah turned to face her, his hands on her shoulders. "Katherine, I want you to run. I will handle my brother. Do you understand?"
She nodded, threw a glance back toward Klaus, and then ran. She quickly remembered how to use her superspeed as she raced away from the house she had been held captive in for so long. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she was going far away.
The wind felt amazing on her face and she loved the feeling of her legs finally being able to stretch after being cooped up in a cell.
The first person she came across was her first victim. She needed blood to get away, and she wasn't going to let her conscious get in the way of that. Now that she was out, one thought kept coming back to her. The reason she had suffered for so long. She had hoped for years that Elena would come for her, but instead, her own sister had left her to suffer for decades at the hands of a psychopath.
It was time for Elena to pay for abandoning her.