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I really shouldn't have turned down that dinner offer. Katherine huffed, pacing around the room, unable to find something productive to do. It was very late in the night… or very early in the morning, depending on how you wanted to look at it… and Katherine knew for a fact Elijah was awake also, but no way in hell was she going to see him. Katherine wandered out of her room to the living room and unlocked two large double doors that opened to a white marble balcony overlooking the starry view of New Orleans. A mild breeze seeped into the room and she stood in the dark of the house, only the setting moon washing a blue tinge over her skin. She hadn't properly appreciated the decadence of this house when she was trying to escape from it… it was absolutely stunning. She looked up to the high ceiling and noticed a crystal chandelier hanging from the roof and as she looked more and more around, she noticed something that immediately got her attention. It was an antique record player, its golden funnel pointing directly to the center of the room and Katherine couldn't help but walk to it. Her fingers traced the gold and etched into it were intricate swirls of flowers bordering the whole machine. Her hand traveled down to the record sitting carefully in the machine and she read the label, Louis Armstrong. Katherine couldn't help but smile, she had always loved Louis Armstrong, she had even seen him perform when she was younger. She quietly spun the record and delicately placed the needle down, hearing the crackling of the static before the musicbegan singing through the room. She couldn't help but giggle when she heard it. She missed the twenties, the carefree attitudes of everybody, the roaring parties… she fit right in.
She closed her eyes and listened to the music as she quietly swayed, thinking about what it was like to be back in the twenties again. Unthinking, she lifted her arms up in the air and began to dance to the music as it crackled through the dark room, a smile across her face and her bare feet brushing over the marble floor, and suddenly she was back in the 20's.
She was wearing a red flapper dress, and her hair was crimped into tight finger waves with long pearls draped around her neck. She was in a jazz club in Chicago and she was dancing with a young man, with his loose white shirt held by his pant suspenders. They were laughing together and spinning each other around, dancing to the fast beat of the music, and the air was musty with the smell of alcohol, sweat and the sweet perfume of the lighthearted women. She was skipping around the room when she noticed Elijah sitting on a table by himself in the far corner of the room, his white shirt informally open and his jacket lying on the tabletop. His eyes burned into Katherine as she danced, a smile across his lips. Katherine danced all night and Elijah's eyes never once turned from her. He never danced himself, he never spoke to anybody, he only watched. She tried to forget about him sitting there and she tried distracting herself with other men but to no avail, she couldn't forget about him. Later that same night, she sat across a table from a petty human boy who she danced with, he was boasting about something disinteresting while she smoked a cigarette, her eyes darting across the room to find Elijah, who she could no longer see. But he was gone.
Katherine opened her eyes and Elijah stood on the top of the staircase, watching her once more.
"That's a nice memory." Elijah said quietly.
"How did you know what I was rem-" Katherine thought aloud.
Oh. Originals can get in your head pretty easily. Katherine realised.
"Did you honestly believe I wouldn't check up on you back then?" Elijah said, approaching Katherine.
"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me." Katherine looked down.
"You know as well as I do, that's not true." Elijah said, finally meeting her, the jazz music still crackling in the background. "I followed you for longer than you could ever imagine."
Elijah slid his hands up to Katherine's waist and pulled her into him, and rested his forehead against hers.
"I was there in the 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th century. I was there in the wars when you tried to pretend you weren't afraid. I was there when the world was a party, in the 20's and the 50's, when everything was carefree and yet you could never fully enjoy it. I was there when you had your heartbroken by the people who grew old and left you. I was there when you wasted away the years running from my brother." Elijah whispered, holding on to her waist tightly. "That's why I can't stand you defying me. I've spent half my life making sure you've been okay. I didn't check up on you to see you, I needed to know what I had to do to keep you alive… and then when I try to free you… you try to kill me?"
"I didn't ask you to do that." Katherine pushed Elijah back and glared at him.
"You didn't need to!" Elijah raised his voice.
"I can look after myself!" Katherine yelled at him.
"Stop lying to yourself, Katherine, you need me!" Elijah now shouted.
"Because you would know so well, wouldn't you?!" Katherine roared, walking up to him.
"Yes. I. Would." Elijah snarled at Katherine before pulling her to him by the waist and crashing his lips into hers.
Katherine reacted immediately and ran her hands up to Elijah's neck and to his hair, kissing him back passionately. She began unbuttoning his shirt almost instantly and he did the same to hers. Elijah picked her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to her bedroom, with the jazz music still playing softly in the background. It was as if that night was making up for the 20's.
Katherine lay in her bed with Elijah, watching him sleep on his stomach with his head turned to her. He had one of his arms draped across her bare back and her long curls swept across the pillow behind her. She couldn't deny now where her loyalties lay, quite literally. Elijah had been there for her when she didn't even know it and even though she told herself that she was never going to be with him again, here she was… because no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, her heart forced her to be with him. Of course her loyalties lay with Elijah, they had all along.
Caroline awoke in the morning stretched out on her bed. She had almost forgotten about her mother when she awoke but as she rolled over she saw Klaus awkwardly sleeping on the chair in her room and his presence reminded her. His leather jacket was ruffled up behind his back and his head rested on his hand, slouching back. He didn't want to sleep with her in the bed, he wanted to give her space, but he still wasn't leaving the room.
He looks like the definition of uncomfortable. Caroline sympathized. I should have insisted he slept on the bed.
Caroline stepped out of the bed and tip-toed over to Klaus as he still lay fast asleep. She knelt down to him and delicately kissed his neck and he awoke from the touch. Klaus was still half asleep as she pulled him up and dragged him over to her bed so he could lie down comfortably; it was still dawn outside and the sun had not fully risen, perhaps he could sleep a little longer in ease. Klaus fell down on the bed and Caroline lay down next to him, closing her eyes and turning her back to him.
All of a sudden Klaus was on top of her, one of his hands around her neck and the other pushing a fist underneath her ribs towards her heart, his face in a snarl and his eyes black.
Caroline immediately panicked and tried to wriggle under his grip, but he was too strong.
"It's no use love, you're already dead." Klaus smirked. "First rule of fighting, don't turn your back on the enemy."
"You're not the enemy!" Caroline laughed.
"Today I am." Klaus bent down to whisper in her ear. He then slid a hand up her leg and she blushed. "And don't invite strange men into your bed."
Klaus quickly jumped out of bed and Caroline followed.
"Here's your first challenge. You know your house better than I do, you know the creaks in the floorboards and the sounds of each room, so you should be able to easily kill me in here." Klaus smiled. "Or you can at least try."
Klaus handed Caroline a wooden stake and disappeared.
Caroline stood silently, Klaus had made it pretty clear that he was going to make noise so she could learn to hunt, so she stood still and listened.
A creak in the kitchen faintly sounded and she instantly began to head there, tip-toeing silently across the floorboards. She turned the corner to find an empty kitchen.
Dammit. Caroline sighed.
She turned around and Klaus was standing up against her, with his fist once again at her heart.
"Dead." Klaus beamed. "Yes, I made a sound in the kitchen, but don't tune your ears out for me moving from there. That was your mistake."
Once again Klaus was gone.
Listen, Caroline. Caroline repeated to herself.
She heard a sound in the living room this time and she silently started to move there, but she didn't stop listening. As she lurked, she heard a sound back in her room.
How did he get there? Caroline huffed.
She moved towards her room, but she didn't hear a sound when she got there. She thought he may be in the closet, but she turned her back on it and checked the other side of her room… then once again Klaus was holding her from behind and pushing his fist into her back where her heart was.
"Dead. What did I tell you about your back?" Klaus growled in her ear. "And always go with your instincts."
I have to get one step ahead of him… Caroline thought. I can't keep following him around…
Caroline once again heard a sound in the living room and she tried to figure out where he would go from there.
He's in the back of the living room, unless he plans to travel all that way to another part of the house he must be planning to go outside.
Caroline moved slowly to the front door and listened as hard as she possible could, after a few moments, she heard a foot take it's weight off the floorboards and she ran to the front door, stopping Klaus with her stake in his chest, she had purposely missed his heart, even though it would do nothing, she still didn't want to stab him.
"Dead." Caroline smirked and kissed his lips.
She pulled the stake out of his stake again and smiled, while Klaus had to recover.
"Well done." Klaus looked shocked as if he never expected to be caught. He rubbed his chest where Caroline had got him and smirked. "Very well done."
"You're bleeding." Caroline said, holding her hand to his chest. "Let me get a bandage."
"Don't bother." Klaus chuckled, holding Caroline back. "I have a feeling I'm going to be stabbed a lot today…"
Caroline and Klaus stood in a dense forest in the outskirts of Mystic Falls, they had traveled there for more training.
"Next challenge." Klaus announced as they stood a few feet apart amongst the trees. "Combat."
Klaus began to run full pelt towards Caroline and so she ran too. When they reached the middle, Klaus flipped Caroline and she landed with a loud thud on the ground. Klaus knelt down on her and held her arms on the ground above her.
"Try and get out of this hold." Klaus ordered Caroline.
Caroline remembered how to do this.
She wrapped her legs around one of his and twisted it so his weight was thrown onto his left side and then she flipped him over and she was on top.
"I remember how to do that one!" Caroline laughed.
Klaus reached up and pulled Caroline's head down to his so he could kiss her. His hands moved to her back and down and Caroline flushed.
"Stop it!" Caroline smirked, still kissing him. "We're in the middle on nowhere."
Klaus faked a scared face and put his arms up in surrender.
Caroline laughed and stood up.
"Come on! Train me!" Caroline faked confidence.
Her mind was now focused on… on… really sleeping with Klaus. The crazy thing was that, of course, she had already probably done it with him before, and yet, she had to do it all for the first time with him again. This was not good for her stress levels.
What if I'm not as good anymore? What if he expects something that I won't do? What if I completely screw it up?
"Caroline?" Klaus smiled at Caroline, slightly cocking his head to the side. "You okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine!" Caroline smiled, her voice breaking in nervousness.
Shit. Caroline started to panic. Does he expect me to just do it with him? It hasn't been very long since I have been really with him… but then again I've been with him for ages like that. It needs to be special. But would it only be special for me? I mean he's already done the bells and whistles thing…
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Caroline was then thrown back against a tree and she fell to the ground.
"Hello in there?" Klaus looked at her in confusion. "Do you need a break?"
"No, No, I'm fine. Let's keep going!" Caroline shook herself out of it.
I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Caroline thought.
Liz lay unconscious in the warehouse. She was dehydrated, starving and exhausted.
"It's been 24 hours!" Tyler yelled angrily as he stormed into the warehouse and marched towards Liz. "And your precious daughter and her boyfriend have been a no-show!"
Liz tried to say something, but her voice was dry she couldn't make a sound.
"I guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands." Tyler laughed crazily.
He walked to Liz and lifted her head gently so he could look at him.
"This'll only hurt a little." Tyler smirked, before biting into Liz's neck, pulling back and breaking her neck.