AN: Okay, so I read this theory on Tumblr, about Nina leaving TVD because of Ian (idk if it's true and tbh I don't really care because I don't watch it anymore) but it got me thinking. Instead of leaving all together, what if she moved to The Originals, as Katherine? And then this became a daydream of mine for like, two or three months and I was like "Why am I not writing this?!" So here, we go. Lot's of Kalijah, and Klaroline join in later because I'm incapable of writing a TVD/TO story without KC. Although, I could only bring them in at a time that made sense to the verses, so she officially comes into the story in Chapter 8 (not including prologue) so I'm going to update twice a week until that point.
Oh, and there will be smut, but only when it makes sense to the story.
Enjoy! -Izzy x
Chapter One – The Originals 3x02
Elijah followed the voice, yelling for Hayley's name, walking through the dark forest with his niece in his arm. "Where the hell is Hayley?" Jackson demanded. He was against a tree, bleeding profusely and desperately crying out the name of his wife. Elijah turned to face him, shieling Hope's view from her bloody stepfather.
Her mother was officially missing, and now, she was supposedly on the hunt for her.
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Hayley was trapped in a circle of salt that Davina had entombed her in. She yelled angrily and hit the air around her, wincing slightly it the resulting clashes. Damn that witch bitch!
She clutched at the sheet still wrapped around her and looked around angrily as her enemy arrived. "Davina. Let me out of here right now, or I swear I will kill you."
"You can try," Davina jested, throwing clothes down at her feet and wiggling a blood bag in front of her. "Or we can have a polite conversation."
"You kidnapped me on the one night I get to see my daughter. Do not talk to me about polite."
"I drew you here to help you," Davina insisted, looking smug.
Hayley sneered, furiously. Davina was a damn child. Who the hell said she got to make the condescending, cruel rules? "Elijah asked you months ago, to break the curse and you said no."
Davina looked bored of explaining it. "The region of witches can't be seen doing favours for the Mikaelsons. But maybe we can help each other." She threw the blood bag down and Hayley snatched it up, hungrily draining it. "I can channel the power of the one who cursed you. You can be free, Hayley."
"Under your terms, I'm guessing?" Hayley said, growling as she finished the blood bag. She got to her feet and wiped the little extra blood from the die of her lip, studying Davina with a scowl. "Just tell me who you want dead."
Elijah ignored Jacksons groans of pain as he cut the bullet out of his chest for him. Hope sat in her pram a few feet away and Elijah couldn't help regret bringing her. Was this her life from now on? Watching people bleed, and fire guns, and her family kill?
If she was raised in an environment even worse than her father's, then how would she turn out as an adult? As a hormonal teen? He clicked his tongue as he considered this and threw the bullet away.
He sighed and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, holding his wrist out to Jackson. "Take my blood," he recommended. He needed the wolf boy to be fit enough to find Hayley while he took Hope home.
Jackson just looked disgusted. "I'm good," he snapped. "We need to find Hayley."
"There's still no sign of her," Elijah said. "I've seen the bodies."
"They set up traps all over the bayou," Jackson informed him, looking disgusted and beat. "Mowed us all down with gunfire. Any wolf what wasn't taken out scattered. If Hayley turned back, then nothing would stop her from seeing that little girl. Something's wrong."
"Well, obviously," Elijah said, rolling his eyes as he quickly formulated a plan. He sent a quick text to Rebekah, asking her to do a search for Lucien Castle immediately. Then he hitched Hope up on his torso and watched Jackson throw a shirt back on. "I need to get Hope back to the city," he told him. "You take your time to get back yourself, and I'll text you the address."
"I don't have my phone anymore," Jackson said. "Being a wolf for a few months made it slightly hard to keep my bills paid. Besides, you can't well flash away with the little girl. We might as well walk back together."
Elijah scowled at the very idea, but relented. It was a twenty-minute walk back to his car. He lay down a towel in the shotgun seat, so Jackson didn't bleed all over the seat and strapped Hope safely in the back. It was a further ten-minute drive back to the city, when he was going as fast as was safe for the baby. The conversation was reserved to silence apart from Jackson occasionally spouting ideas about his wife's whereabouts.
The witches, the vampires, Klaus – all people who could have kidnapped her. Elijah simply rolled his eyes and ignored him.
Lucien has been in the city for a few days, he must have had something to do with the sudden disappearance of Hope's mother. Especially considering he was the CEO of the land-owning company that tore away part of the forest and hunted down the wolves.
He had done his research a little while before.
Elijah shared with Jackson what was necessary. That Lucien was an enemy and slightly involved. He didn't need to know any more than that.
When they got to the city, Freya texted him back with an address.
"He's residing just a few blocks away," Elijah claimed, pulling his car around the corner and putting in it park on the side of the road. "It'll be quicker for me to search the property before taking Hope home. You watch her."
Elijah climbed out of the car and audibly groaned when Jackson did the same. "I'm not sitting this one out," the wolf informed him, angrily. "Hayley's my wife, and you'll need a wolf to bite the sucker."
Elijah rolled his eyes and walked into the building. It was an expensive hotel with permanent living opportunities. The ground floor was lined with indoor palm trees, a reception and a bar.
"I'm older and stronger than you," Elijah said, "and somebody needs to watch Hope."
"Then you do it," Jackson snapped. He was carrying Hope with them, clearly waiting for Elijah to take his own niece. "I'll check out this Lucien guy."
"You're not nearly strong enough to get to him," Elijah claimed, angrily. "And I'm very capable of inflicting pain without wolf venom. Now go back to the car, and take care of Hope."
"Like I said," Jackson exclaimed. "I'm not sitting this one out."
"Maybe I can help," came a new voice.
No.
No, it couldn't be.
Elijah turned around abruptly to see the Petrova doppelganger, sitting quite comfortably at the hotel bar, her legs folded across each other as she sipped a martini. She was wearing a tight black trench coat with tights producing from the bottom, and wedges. Her hair was a curly and perfect as usual and she blinked seductively at them.
She was stunning, as ever.
"Who the hell are you?" Jackson asked, standing up straight. But she paid him no attention. She only gazed contently at Elijah, who ran to her, instantly scanning her. Human. Elena? Well Elena had been a vampire the last he saw her, but she must have taken the cure. But the coat, the stockings, the thick curly hair, the high shoes, and the lack of a Salvatore body guard… It couldn't be…
"Katerina," Elijah greeted, barely more than a whisper, stuck in a state of shock.
"Hello my lord," she replied, getting to her feet and reaching up to stroke his arm. "Miss me?"
There was a pause before Elijah spoke, never taking his eyes off Katerina. "Jackson, leave us," he ordered. "Wait by the reception." He waited until the wolf was out of earshot before letting his gaze turn into a glare. "What in God's name are you doing here?"
"Nothing in God's name, my dear, I promise," she smiled, fixing his crooked tie. "But it looks like you and the cute werewolf boy need another team player, and I came to help. Maybe I can take the baby home?"
Elijah grabbed her wrist when she went to skip past him. "I'm not letting you near Niklaus's daughter. Not after all he's done to you, and your passion for revenge."
She giggled and rolled her eyes. "Elijah, please. I didn't come to New Orleans to get myself killed. I need to speak to Klaus anyway, and we might as well be on good terms over the safety of his baby girl."
"You cannot speak to Klaus and expect to live!" Elijah exclaimed, outraged. "He won't think about sparing you for a second."
She scowled. "I also didn't come to New Orleans to be dictated by you," she snapped. "Now what can I do to help?"
"You can get out of the city," he ordered. "Now. Don't make me make you."
There was a pause as they stared each other down, both hoping the other would give in. "I'm not leaving without talking to Klaus," she insisted. "I'm not going to get myself killed. You need to trust me."
"Because you're so reliable," he spat, coldly.
She twisted her arm from his grip and straightened up. "Fine. Don't trust me with the kid's life. Because I like to kill babies for sport, sure. But trust me with my own life. I've always put it above everyone else's, haven't I?"
Elijah didn't reply straight away so she continued.
"If you leave me in charge with that kid, and she dies, then guess what? I'll die to. Be by you, or Klaus, or Hayley. I'm just looking for something to stop him from killing me before he hears what I have to say."
He sighed and held her arms again, this time tenderly. "Katerina, in the last few months he has tormented me. Killed those I cared about."
"Yeah, I heard about Gia, your little girlfriend," she replied. "Sorry, I guess."
"I'm not going to let him take you too," he told her, ignoring her patronising remark.
"Talking to Klaus will ensure my safety," she snapped. "I can't explain it, but I need you to let me help."
There was a pause as he took a deep breath. "I'll take your word for it," he finally decided, against his better judgement. "The wolves were shot down by poachers, hired by land owning company. Lucien Castle is the CEO. Do you know him?"
She paused, nodding. "Yeah, I've heard of him. Him and Klaus go way back, right?"
Elijah nodded. "I need to know what he knows. I'll take Jackson with me to the penthouse. Take the child and get her to Bourbon Street. I'll message my sister, Freya, and tell her to meet you. Do not go to Klaus. If you do, I will know, and I will stop you."
Katherine nodded, thankfully. "Okay. I'll keep her safe."
Elijah sighed, looking at her and wondering if sending her off with a child was the safest option. "You have until the morning to tell me what you're planning, or I'll drag you out of New Orleans myself and compel you to get as far away as possible. Do you understand?"
Katherine just smiled. "Have fun with Jackson."
Katherine found Freya just on the corner of Bourbon Street. She was blonde, pretty and slender, and bore a slight resemblance to Klaus and Rebekah. She also seemed to recognise the baby, so Katherine allowed her to take control of the pram, and smiled at Freya's boy toy.
"Hey baby," Freya cooed, swaying slightly as she crouched down to her niece. "I know the forest is scary, but you're safe now."
"We should really get her home," Katherine said, faking concern. "Where is daddy living these days?"
Freya laughed, slightly. "Elijah said not to let you near Klaus until he gets here," she told her, without looking up from Hope. "I don't know why, but I'm guessing you're an old enemy of Klaus's."
Katherine rolled her eyes. "That's an understatement," she insisted, as Freya hiccoughed. "Hey, are you drunk or something?" There was a pause as Freya shook her head, angrily. Then she nodded. The boy she was with smirked slightly, the bulge in his pants showing clear excitement.
Katherine scowled. Great. She could leave Hope with her drunk aunt and fuck boy, and go and find Klaus, or she could send the boy home, sober Freya up, and put herself in Klaus's good books, for when they finally reunited.
"Okay, you're going to go home," she said to the boy. She didn't have compulsion anymore, but her regular glare worked. "And turn on your laptop, jacking off to the memory of the girl you almost took advantage of tonight." He looked awkward before scuttling away briskly. "You can thank me when you're sober," she said to Freya. "Now let's get some coffee in you."
They took refuge in a corner bar called Roseau's, sliding into a booth. Freya picked up Hope for a little while and rocked her to sleep. Katherine remained silent, apart from ordering two coffees from one of the waiters. Everyone ignored the baby in a bar. Maybe they all knew who the baby was, as their future queen. Maybe they just didn't care.
"So, what's the deal with you and Klaus?" Freya asked, tucking Hope back in and letting her sleep. "Elijah seems to care about your safety, but he seems to think Klaus wants you dead. How can anyone walk that fine line? Is it just based off what happened to Gia?"
Katherine paused before leaning forward. "What did happen to Gia? She's Elijah's ex, isn't she?"
Freya nodded. "She was a newbie vampire, and he taught her how to fight," she explained, sipping her drink. "Klaus compelled her to take off her daylight ring, holding Elijah still to watch. It was… horrible."
"Well Klaus has always been a colossal dick," Katherine mused. She clicked her tongue before sharing the basics. "I met them five hundred years ago. I fell for Elijah, but Klaus wanted to use me for a sacrifice. I'm something called a Petrova Doppelganger. They bickered about it and I ran. Klaus has been trying to kill me ever since."
"So why did you come back?" Freya asked. "For Elijah? Do you love him?"
Good question, and one she didn't quite know the answer to. She did love him. Not too long ago, really. It flickered on and off like a switch for five hundred years. Sometimes she'd fall back in love. Sometimes her fear and anger at him would take over, and convert her love to hate. But now? Now all she could think about was running. And she needed Klaus's help. She didn't want to stay in NOLA, not even for Elijah. But if she was going to be stuck there, then would she fall back in love?
Was she in love right now?
"Elijah's complicated," she answered. "I'm here for myself. I'm looking out for myself."
"By killing Klaus?" Freya asked.
She shook her head. "No, I'm not here to kill him. I have a gift for him. And if he excepts my gift, then he'll have to help me. If he doesn't… then I'm dead anyway. Might as well be by his hand."
"Klaus isn't in the habit of helping his enemies," Freya said, rocking the pram as Hope began to stir.
"I'm a special enemy," she replied. There was a pause as Katherine noticed the blonde bartender watching them. Mainly Freya and Hope, with her eyes narrowed into a glare. There was a pause before Katherine remembered her studies. "Is that Klaus's therapist?"
Freya looked up and nodded. "Yeah, that's Camille. She's okay. Probably just worried we'll start a fight with our magical powers."
"She won't tell Klaus I'm here, right?" Katherine checked. "I want to surprise him."
Freya snickered. "No, she's busy psycho-analysing a murder case," she replied. "I'd better get Hope home though. It's been a long night. Thanks for saving me from that guy."
"No problem," Katherine said as Freya stood up and left.
Freya went home to do some dumb tracking spell for Klaus, and put baby Hope to rest, finally. Elijah was still with Jackson doing whatever and not answering his phone, so Katherine started heading towards the nicest hotel, with what little cash she had. She'd been hoping to catch Klaus by the end of the night, and get a place to stay from him, but there was too much going on in the quarter to start a riot tonight. She'd offer Klaus her deal tomorrow, when things were quieter, and safer.
She discarded that thought however, when she found Hayley herself. She was staring at a woman closing a market stall, and began heading towards her. Quite human, quite healthy and quite safe. Katherine rolled her eyes at the Mikaelson worry and pulled out her phone to text Elijah.
But then she heard a loud crack and her head stood up. Hayley's neck was at a weird angle and her eyes were glowing yellow. Her arms began snapping too, her bones breaking. She was turning, without chains or a cellar, in a very public place. She fell to her knees in pain and Katherine looked for a place to run or hide from the nearing wolf.
Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped, and Hayley rubbed her neck.
Katherine jogged over to her and helped her get to her feet. "Are you okay? What the hell happened?"
Hayley just looked more confused. "Katherine? What are you doing here?" It was a fair question, since the two women hadn't spoken since Hayley played Katherine's bitch in Mystic Falls.
"It's complicated," she answered. "Why are you turning in the middle of the city?"
"Davina must have screwed up the spell," Hayley answered, gasping for breath. "That little bitch. She was trying to fix the curse."
Katherine was smart. She got the idea immediately. Davina, a witch, was helping a vampire. "What are you supposed to do in return?" Katherine asked.
Hayley just nodded to the woman she had been glaring at earlier. She flashed up to her, bit into her neck before snapping it, dropping her dead body like garbage. Then she turned back to Katherine and explained. "She hurt the brat's feelings. Now I gotta go kick her ass. You can tell me why you're here on the way."
She couldn't walk any further before yelping in pain again, her hands flying to her head as she crouched down, screaming.
Witches. They appeared out of nowhere, in a group, all with their hands outstretched. They silently surrounded her until she was a ball on the floor and Katherine stood watching. They paid no notice to her.
Good.
She reached into her handbag and pulled out a lady-grip gun, pointing it to all the witches individually and swatting them like flights. They dropped down, still in their perfect circle and started bleeding onto the pavement.
"Well, this will be one for Camille's psycho-analysation," she mused, blowing the tip of the hot gun before putting it back in her bag. Hayley got up, panting heavily and turned towards Katherine. "I'm a human now," she explained. "Guns are kind of a requirement in my life."
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Katherine didn't end up getting to a hotel that night. She stayed up, discarding of the bodies. Morning finally arouse over New Orleans, and Katherine watched from a safe distance, the repercussions of the attack the night before. Hayley had helped her burn the bodies, and now loved ones stood around a pile of ashes, quietly sobbing over Katherine's kills.
One guy came around looking for his mother, and it only took him a moment to realise she was in the pile. He broke down in sobs, and Katherine took a very deep breath. She'd never felt guilt over her kills. And she shouldn't now. They were going to kill Hayley, and to get in Klaus's good books, Katherine had saved the mother of his child.
But she knew which one was the boy's mother. She'd looked her in the eyes and shot her. She felt… something. Not grief or remorse, but something.
Marcel Gerard, still looking as he did in the fifties, was standing with a young brunette woman, watching the scene, and looking remorseful. Davina, she guessed. Not important. None of this was. Nothing was important except from her own survival.
She'd done by that rule for many centuries, but when phrased like that… it did seem wrong.
"Are these your kills?" Muttered a voice in her ear. She always loved hearing that husky drawl in her ear…
"They were going to kill your ever-so-precious Hayley," Katherine defended, turning around to face Elijah. "Since you're so righteous and noble all the time, what would you have done?"
Elijah sighed. "You have to tell me why you're here, Katerina," he ordered. He was clearly tired and unhappy with her presence. But there was a gleam in his eyes. Nope, just the sunlight. Was that a faint hint of a smile? Nope, he was just sucking his teeth.
No matter how much she cared for him, how much she… loved him, he would never see her as anything more than a project. Something to be fixed. There would never be any relationship between them.
Just chemistry and a whole lot of sexual tension.
"A while ago, I stole Elena Gilbert's body and poisoned it," she explained. "Don't worry, she's fine. But now I'm alive, human, alone. With hundreds of angry vampires and witches hunting me down. I have no allies, no help, no chance of surviving. Stefan and Damon hate me, and you and Klaus are my second favourite pair of vampire brothers. I need you."
Elijah's eyes flickered before her own, trying to determine any signs of lying. But she had perfected the art many centuries ago, and he caught nothing. "Niklaus isn't going to protect you just because you need him to."
"He will if he needs me too," she replied, logically. "And he does. Again, Elijah, I'm human. And a Petrova doppelganger. Wouldn't he like a nice big army to protect his daughter?" There was a pause as she reached up to play with the sleeve of his suit. "I don't have any other options here, 'Lijah. I'm going to die sooner rather than later, anyway. If he doesn't take my deal, then it might as be by him. Lord knows he's worked hard enough for it. Besides, I'm still young and beautiful."
Elijah took a deep breath, studying her up and down before resting his hand on her cheek. "How can you be human?" He whispered, more to himself than to her. Ah, so he hadn't heard. "How could you get the cure?" He sighed, tugging one of her curls before brushing it back into place.
"Elijah…" She whispered, wondering how he would react to her kissing him right there. Probably not positively.
"I promised you a few years ago, that I would aid you in making a deal to ensure your freedom from my brother," he reminded her. "I think it's time I followed through on my word." He stretched his hand out to her and she paused before taking it, letting him lead her through the streets of New Orleans.
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As soon as Hayley and Klaus reunited, blood was shed. They fought in the heart of their home, jumping up to balconies, where neither of the allies could interfere. In the midst of the fight, Klaus vaguely registered Elijah's arrival and warning. "Niklaus," was all he said, but the message was clear.
Don't fight back. It would be so much worse if he simply fought back. It was only after Hayley ceased her temper tantrum to have a tearful reunion with her daughter, that Klaus finally turned to face his brother.
And the bitch stood next to him.
"It really is just one thing after another in this city, isn't it?" He mused, leaning against the balcony to face them. "What the hell do you want, Katerina?"
The rest of the morning was quite peaceful in comparison. Jackson and Hayley moved into their new apartment across the street, getting Hope settled in. Freya recovered from Hayley's blow by retreating to her room and napping. Camille was off doing god knows what. Elijah, Klaus and Katerina got the chance to finally talk about her arrival in New Orleans.
"All I want is someone to watch my back," she insisted, sitting at the head of a long dining table. Klaus was on the other end and Elijah was somewhere in the middle, watching them both. "In return, you get a whole army of hybrids to protect your little girl. Sounds fair to me."
"Well, this is clearly a manipulation," Klaus exclaimed, gesturing to her angrily. "You have conducted a deal in which I seem to gain a fairly generous amount, and you get nothing but somebody watching your back. There's more to it, isn't there? Don't lie to me, Katerina, just tell."
She blinked. "I have people – old, strong people all over the world, who want to do exactly to me as I did to them. People who want to feed me my own eyeballs, or stick my own fingers into my eyes. People who want to hurt me. Having someone watch my back isn't a small favour."
Klaus took a deep breath thinking this over. "Have you heard the news, Katerina, that it's not only your blood that makes hybrids now?"
"Yes, but you're not going to use your own daughter, are you?" She asked, accusingly.
"Okay, then what's to stop me from draining you dry right here, and feeding you to the vultures?"
"I am," Elijah chimed in, looking as if the answer was obvious. "Remember that I have not yet forgiven you for murdering Gia before my very eyes. You would do well in my eyes to take this opportunity."
Klaus looked between Katerina and Elijah, studying them. "You will finally forgive me, brother?"
Elijah opened his mouth to clearly say something angrily, but he glanced at Katherine, who looked worried, and he rethought his words. "I will indisputably forgive you of any and all previous crimes," he decided, boldly.
Klaus paused before giving a curt nod. "Okay. I have my own terms, however. I want to continue the Petrova bloodline, so in a few centuries, I can build my army further, in case any have fallen. You're going to need to have a child. Now, I'd say you're physically eighteen or nineteen, so I'll give you ten fair years to find someone yourself or I'll choose."
"Niklaus don't be absurd-"
"Deal," Katherine said. She had ten whole years to fix that or find a loophole, anyway. She just needed to live one day at a time. "Anything else?"
He shrugged. "If you break any rules of the quarter, the deal is off," he told her. "I'll kill you. Oh, and you're not allowed to leave the city without my permission."
"Fine," she said, more than eager for this deal to be made already.
There was a pause as Klaus released a sinister chuckle. He flashed across the table in an instant, pulling her to her feet by her neck and biting into it like an apple. She screamed in pain and heard Elijah yelling angrily, but Klaus didn't let go of her until the other brother pulled him away, throwing him against the end wall and turning to Katherine to see if she was okay.
When Klaus returned to their side, he angled her face up to his and compelled her. "You will abide by the terms of the deal you have agreed to," he demanded. "You will not try to harm me or my family."
"I will not try to harm you or your family," she repeated back to him, her pupils dilating.
"Niklaus, is that really necessary?" Elijah asked, his eyes rolling.
"Well of course," he replied. "Now we know she isn't on vervain, anyway." He wiped Katherine's blood from the corners of his lips and smirked. "You best behave yourself, Katerina. I'm not going to be kind, but let's not make it any worse, hm?"
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Elijah found Freya on one of the balconies, holding a cold flannel to her head. He had previously seen Katherine to one of the spare bedrooms, and was keeping an ear out for any signs of trouble, be it from her or from his brother.
"I was misguided to believe bringing Hayley back would ease tensions in this house," Freya said, sounding completely beat.
"Misguided," Elijah agreed, shrugging. "Delusional. Refreshingly optimistic. You're new."
"And Katherine?" Freya asked. Elijah's face darkened considerably at the mention of her name. "What does her arrival mean for tensions in this family?"
Elijah thought about it for a moment before answering. "Well, if Hayley eased them, Katerina must have spiked them back up again."
"Trouble?"
Was Katherine Pierce trouble for the Mikaelsons? "Lots," he answered. "I've forgiven Niklaus for his previous crimes, and I need to forget about Gia for the sake of Katerina. But he never has, and likely never will, forgive me for my encounters with his worst enemy."
Freya narrowed her eyes. She had met Mikael and Esther, seen Klaus bicker with Marcel. "Is she really that bad?" She asked, wondering what could be worse than she's already witnessed.
He looked down at his hands, thinking to himself and becoming lost in thought, clearly reciting a memory. "She didn't used to be," he claimed. "She used to be warm. Bright. Kind. In the late 1400's, Klaus planned to kill her, but I think over the few months of her stay with us, he began to… understand the light in her. Relate to it even. Every time he insisted that we felt nothing, I couldn't help but wonder if he meant it more towards himself than to I."
She blinked, almost laughing. "He liked her?"
Elijah shrugged. "Possibly. I did, too. Every time he tried to kill her over the centuries, I had a hand in her survival. He never forgave me for taking his toy and making her my own." He paused realising how sexist that sounded. Gia would be disgusted. "Objectively."
Freya's face softened as she studied his. "Do you like her now?"
"I…" That was a difficult question. He had been in love with her for centuries. He had hated her for centuries. But since their time searching for the cure, he'd began to question whether he loved her, or the idea of her. And if it was the latter, then he couldn't hurt her like that, even if she deserved it. "I owe her now. It is difficult to explain, and I am in no mood to do so."
"What is it?" She asked, her eyebrows knitting together.
"I received some unsettling information from Lucien Castle. I do not trust the source but I trust you."
Not five minutes later, they had Klaus cut open and bleeding over a bowl. Things really escalated quickly in their family.
"If you fed from the prophet witch, then your blood is still in her system," Freya reminded him, setting things up for a spell. Elijah finally trusted her, and she wasn't going to let them down. She lit a candle and set out pieces of paper with ancient Norse writing on. "If there's a weapon that can kill you, we need to know."
Klaus set the bowl down in front of her and she cringed before putting her hands into the pool of blood. She began chanting the spell, as her brothers watched. Elijah paced behind her. She could feel the spell taking a lot from her and she struggled to breath under the weight of it.
She vaguely heard her brother's voice demand her to stop and a hand on her arm, but she took no notice of it. Her vision changed to a portrait of Elijah, blood splattering down it and ruining it. There was some sort of beast's silhouette rising after it.
When the spell finished, she took a deep breath and sighed. "It's true," she concluded. "There is a terrible shadow over you. Rebekah too. If this prophecy is fulfilled, you will all fall. One by friend. One by foe. And one by family."
There was a pause as Elijah and Klaus observed each other. One would fall by family, and given recent events, that was likely one of those two.
But Klaus realised another issue quite quickly. "Isn't it dandy," he whispered, "that we just excepted a foe into our home, as this prophecy arises?" He flashed towards the staircase but Elijah stopped him in his tracks, getting in front of him and pushing him back, away from her new room.
"She is not a threat to us," Elijah exclaimed, pronouncing every word carefully. "She is human, weak, easily handled. Not to mention the fact you compelled her not to act against us."
"She is sly!" Klaus retaliated. "A spider in amongst her webs. She may not directly destroy us, but I promise you she has an agenda!"
"I will keep her controlled," Elijah insisted, pushing Klaus back once again when he tried to get through. "Brother, I promise you, she will not be a reason for our divide."
"You don't know her as well as you think you do," Klaus hissed. "You're nothing but an ignorant, lovesick fool when it comes to her. I'm going to kill her, and it will save us both."
He ran past Elijah onto the staircase. Elijah ran after him, grabbing him by the neck and throwing him back down onto the bottom floor. "If you kill her, I promise you, I will be the reason for your fall."
There was a pause as Klaus drank in what his brother said. "You'd give up your family for her?"
"She's done me better than you have!" Elijah exclaimed, clearly reminiscing about his time in a box, and his mental agony when Klaus told him his family was irretrievable. And Gia. He could never forget Gia.
"You promised to forgive me-"
"You promised to spare her."
"Enough!" Freya yelled, running between them with her weak human speed. "We haven't had the prophecy for five bloody minutes and you're at each other's throats. Both promises are kept, okay? Katherine stays where she is. Innocent until proven otherwise, understand? Distance your friends. Bring the family together. Let us try and play nice."
There was still tension between the brothers, but eventually, both of them agreed to Freya's rules, and parted ways for the night. Elijah tried not to slam the door of his bedroom as he recited all the things he would have to do to keep Katerina safe, and wondered whether or not it was worth it.
Chapters will be based on episodes, but I'm only intending on re-writing the scenes that change. Otherwise I'm just copying straight from the script. And small scenes that the plot would make zero sense without, so if anyone here hasn't watched TO S3 then it still makes sense.
Hours to write, but only seconds to review! Please let me know what you think! -Izzy x
