Chapter Nine

"We're closed," Sophie looked up and came face to face with Stefan. She took a step back. "You're Stefan, Klaus' friend."

"We're not friends, but all right." He sat in a bar stool and motioned to her to sit down. "No need to be nervous. I just want to talk."

Sophie said sarcastically. "Yes, that's what all of you vampires say. If you're coming here to tell me to unlink myself to Katherine you're wasting your time."

"It's not about Katherine, it's about Elijah."

Sophie frowned. "The Original brother? I thought he left town months ago."

"Well, as it turns out Klaus being Klaus didn't exactly tell the whole truth. His sister Rebekah thinks that Klaus did something to him and frankly I think she's right," he leaned over. "Elijah is the only hope we have to keep Marcel and Klaus from doing something stupid. I need you to do a locating spell to see where his coffin is."

"Great another Original." Sophie snapped. "And I'm not going to risk my neck using magic, especially since I already know where Elijah is." She cursed herself for being so stupid.

"Sophie, where's Elijah?" Stefan pressed.

"It's not so much as where he is, but who he is with."

"You've already drank half of the tequila, you must be having a nice day." Stefan said sarcastically as he walked in on Klaus pouring himself shot after shot.

"Ah, Stefan you've returned. Tired of pining and wallowing over Elena Gilbert? Good. It was pathetic." Klaus said more than drunkenly as he opened the second bottle of scotch.

Stefan took the bottle from him. "Yeah, I think that's enough."

Klaus glared at him, but much to his surprise he just sat back into his chair. "Women are so much trouble. I have no idea why everyone keeps repeating the same mistake and falling for the same one. What's so special about Katerina that has men approaching her like moths? That girl is a stubborn, hard headed-"

"What did she do this time?" Stefan sighed. Honestly, he was surprise Klaus and Katherine had lasted this long without killing each other.

"She tried to kill the baby with wolfsbane," Klaus murmured as he looked at Stefan. "And stop looking as if someone killed a baby deer, besides the baby survived, him or her spit it right out. Surely, Katerina trying to kill her own child doesn't strike as unusual."

Stefan didn't respond. It was clear that Klaus didn't want an answer.

Klaus placed down the shot glass, a little harder than he should have. "Why is she acting like this?" he mumbled. "What can I do to make her happy? Or at least tolerable enough? This is the part where you come in and don't say Elijah, Rebekah has already shouted her head off at the subject."

Stefan sighed. It amazed him that the 1000 year old hybrid could be so clueless when it came to woman, especially one he has chased for over 500 years. "Katherine is lonely Klaus, maybe even bored. She doesn't have any friends. She's used to getting her own way and being human, having a baby, and being trapped in a house all summer wasn't in her plans. She's been hunted by you for over 500 years surely you can't expect her to behave, killing the baby was probably the only option she felt she had left. Just be nice to her." Klaus didn't respond. "And lay off the alcohol all right. You're worse than Damon."

Klaus entered Katherine's room the next morning without bothering to knock. He put down a large, cardboard box and approach the bed where Katherine was sleeping. Katherine was deeply sleeping and clutching a pillow. She was wearing a set of light pink baby doll style sleepwear and even though she was only three months pregnant Klaus could see her small, swollen stomach peeking out.

Katherine opened one brown eye and immediately the other eye opened as she crawled towards the opposite side of the bed. "Klaus." Lovely. If Klaus hadn't killed her yesterday, he was surely going to do it now.

Klaus seemed amused at her fear, the bastard.

"What do you want?" she snarled. "This is my room!"

"Well, this is my house!" Klaus snapped. "And you're lucky that I haven't kicked you out yet!"

Katherine threw him a reproachful glare and Klaus closed his eyes and breathed for ten seconds.

"Katerina, let me ask you something do you want the child? Because if you don't, it would be best if we didn't make each other miserable."

Katherine didn't respond.

Klaus grew impatient again. "It's not a hard question, you know."

Katherine raised an eyebrow. "Well, do you want it? One second you tell me to get rid of it, the next second you nearly kill me in the hallway when I try to get rid of it. Which is it Klaus?" she said almost mockingly.

Klaus refused to answer her question.

Katherine, annoyed put the pillow down. "Ok, I admit what I did last night was a little insane and irrational," Klaus gave her a look. "Ok, a lot insane, but I've only had one baby before and it got taken away which led to the existence of one Elena Gilbert. This is like my due over, I'm not saying I'm entirely happy, but it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

He nodded.

"What's in the box?" she asked half-jokingly. "My new track collar?"

"Just be glad I didn't decided to get one." He said dryly as he placed the box on the bed and pulled out a fluffy, caramel colored puppy. A Pomeranian puppy. "We still have six months left and Stefan mentioned you're desperate for company and since you do not attract people with your friendly personality I thought a dog would be a better companion." He placed a stack of worn out black journals. "And this."

Katherine finally drew her attention away from the puppy who had been licking her face. "What is it?"

"Elijah's old journals."

"A church?" Rebekah frowned as she and Stefan entered the local church. "Are you sure Sophie wasn't playing with you? My brother is not exactly religious."

"I'm sure." Stefan said. "When Klaus gave Elijah to Marcel, Marcel hid it here to be protected by an all-powerful witch."

"I thought Marcel hated all the witches."

"Well, apparently this one is his favorite," he glanced at Father Kieran who had just exited his small office. Stefan flashed to him and compelled him. "Is there someone else here besides you?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"In the attic."

"Good. Now forget I said anything and go back to your office." Stefan saw the devilish look that Rebekah was giving him. "What?"

"Oh, nothing it's just I like this take-control Stefan I've missed this guy from the twenties, the one who wasn't pining for the wrong girl." She eyed the door. "So, shall we meet this mysterious witch?"

-End of Chapter Nine-