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♕ Burning Lights ♕

❝ And my heart won't beat again ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIf I can't feel him in my veins ❞

Chapter 23 of the Burning Lights series Pairing: Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson Warnings: PG16+, some angst Word count: 9323 POV: Katherine Sidenote: Finally!!! It's been a long time coming but I've finally done it. It's the longest update I've written so far and truth be told, no matter the feedback this gets, I will be forever proud. As always though, don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts, I always appreciate it. Oh and P.S. I threw in a treat for you guys, especially for cologne nonnie. Enjoy! Love, Maeve xx _________________________________________________

The soothing breeze on their penthouse balcony felt nice on her warm skin. The night that surrounded her was quiet and serene. She could scarcely notice the occasional car driving by on the street countless stories below her. She was embraced by a state of calm she had rarely felt before during her many lifetimes. A memory appeared before her, bringing her back to a time where the world itself was more quiet still. A memory that almost seemed like a dream, or a glimpse of a past life.

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“It’s so peaceful here,” she said with a soft smile on her delicate features. “I’ve noticed you coming here a lot lately,” Elijah’s voice was tender, warm. Katerina turned her head to glance at the handsome lord sat beside her and saw that he was watching her. “I suppose I like to come here to escape the castle,” she confided in him with a smile that turned somewhat sad. “The castle or my brother?” “I know I shouldn’t feel this way, yet I cannot help it,” she continued quietly, a part of her frightened that wrong ears should catch her words. “Are you having second thoughts?” his voice seemed sincere, caring. As if he was genuinely interested in what she was feeling. “I’m not sure,” she replied with a sigh.

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She wasn’t having second thoughts this time. This time, Katherine Pierce found herself being sure of her choice. Truth be told, now that she looked back at it, she knew she had lied to him then. She had been sure then as well. She had been sure that she no longer was interested in the lord Niklaus. She had been sure that someone else had captured her heart. His older brother, the lord Elijah. The same older brother who was now in their bed fast asleep. Katherine turned around and leaned against the railing, her eyes travelling to the sleeping frame on the master bed. She felt her lips turn upwards in a tiny smile at the sight of him. The brunette watched the sleeping frame move some, his arm stretching over to her side of the bed. His hand patted the empty spot next to him and his eyes opened. Once their eyes locked, Katherine’s smile grew some.

A soft groan escaped Elijah’s lips before he spoke. “ The bed misses you,” he said his voice sounding sleepy. “ Is it the bed that misses me or you?” Katherine teased him lightly as she pushed her body off the railing and made her way slowly back inside their bedroom. “You caught me there, love,” he mused softly, a somewhat sheepish grin spreading across his handsome features. “ I like it when you miss me,” she purred as she moved onto their bed. Moving on all fours, she moved closer to him, her face hovering only inches from his. “ I figured as much,” he said with a smirk, his hands going to her sides and continuing to travel south until finding their resting place on her hips. With a satisfied grin, Katherine leaned down and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth, letting her lips linger there before moving down to his jaw. She felt his grip on her hips tighten as she trailed kisses along his jawline, each kiss appearing hungrier than the one before. A soft groan came from Elijah as her lips reached his neck, kissing and nibbling on his soft skin as they continued their descent on him. She felt his hands leave her hips and slip underneath his shirt that she was currently wearing. With feline-like grace, Katherine positioned herself properly on top of the man she loved, leaning down on her forearms, allowing her fingers to find their way into his hair, where they softly tugged at it. As Elijah’s hands roamed all over her naked body underneath her shirt, her lips left his neck and found his in a deep and hungry kiss. Despite the two of them having been at it almost constantly ever since they had gotten back from Diana’s, their hunger for each other had not diminished, if anything, it had gotten stronger still. In that moment of their mouths colliding in mutual desire, Elijah’s hands had left her body and he used them to push himself up into a sitting position. His arms went around her and pulled her even closer as their tongues engaged in a sensual dance only they knew. Their lips devoured each other for another moment until his mouth travelled down her jaw and to her neck, prompting a soft moan to emit from Katherine’s lips. His mouth on her neck made her skin feel as if it were on fire, a fierce fire that only he could start and only he could extinguish but only after he had let it rage on and consume her whole.

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“Do you think it’s painful?” she asked sounding unsure. “Truth be told, I haven’t given it much thought,” Elijah shrugged. “ I can’t imagine it being very pleasant for the person,” Katerina expressed with a hint of curiosity behind her words. Elijah didn’t respond, and there was a moment of silence between them. “ Have you ever...,” she paused choosing her words carefully, “ done it with someone you cared for?” “ I can’t say that I have,” he told her quietly and appeared to be deep in thought. “ Would you?” she asked after a moment. “ Drink from someone I cared for?” he looked at her and Katerina felt she needed to avert her gaze. “ If that were the case, I imagine it would be for a different purpose,” he told her softly, prompting her to look at him with a confused expression. “ Different how?” she asked. “ Normally, we would feed to satisfy our hunger. Alas, if I were to drink from someone I cared for,” he trailed off, his gaze not leaving hers, “ it wouldn’t be to satisfy my hunger. I would go as far as to say it would be something intimate, sensual even.” “ That said, I would never presume to take without being told it was alright,” he added after a while.

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“ I want you to do it,” Katherine sounded out of breath, his lips on her neck making her breath heavy with desire. “ Do what, love?” Elijah asked her huskily between kisses, his fingers working on unbuttoning her shirt. “ I want you to have me like that,” she whispered in a low voice, leaning her head slightly back to extend her neck even more. He continued to kiss her some more before he suddenly stopped and moved his head to look at her. “ Are you certain?” he asked her once she opened her eyes and found his. “ Yes.” “ I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly and leaned his forehead against hers. “ Something’s telling me it won’t really hurt,” Katherine reassured him. He didn’t reply but she felt him nod, and Katherine found herself anticipating it the same way she always anticipated feeling him inside her. When his lips found their way back to her neck, she closed her eyes with a low groan coming from her slightly parted lips. His hands slid her shirt down her shoulders, exposing the skin beneath. Thinking that she would feel a sharp sensation any moment now, she was surprised to feel him move them around some, his arm around her waist, lifting her up slightly. Katherine cried out in pleasure so intense it was almost agonising as he guided her back down again on his lap, the two of them becoming one just as his fangs had pierced the skin on her neck. His arms were around her, holding her firmly in place, his hand was in her hair, grasping it intensely. She felt she wouldn’t have been able to move even if she had wanted to. She allowed him to take all of her, to take everything she had, and she found it felt like heaven and hell combined. All she could feel was immense pleasure, their connection to one another magnified by a tenfold. It was only too easy for her to surrender to it, to get lost in it, it was a delirium of a different kind.

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“ I believe I have never felt this happy at the sight of my blood healing someone,” Elijah mused softly as he watched his bitemark on her neck slowly heal over and disappear completely. “ I guess Diana knew what she was doing after all, despite all your doubts,” Katherine pointed out with a raised eyebrow. “ It was a trying situation to say the least, can you really blame me for wanting to be sure?” “ It doesn’t really matter now, I’m here and I’m fine,” Katherine offered him a smile before giving his lips a gentle peck. “ And soon to be a vampire,” Elijah reminded her with a soft smile, his hand going to brush away a loose curl from her features. “ Exactly,” Katherine murmured as she took her accustomed place with her head on his chest and his arm around her, constantly trying to pull her even closer. “ Speaking of which, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she heard him ask her carefully, a hint of worry in his voice. “ Did it sound like you did?” Katherine smirked to herself. “ I honestly couldn’t tell, it sounded very intense either way.” “ Because it was, the most intense experience I’ve ever had,” she murmured as she closed her eyes. “ Thank you,” Elijah whispered and planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Katherine didn’t reply, only a soft smile played on her features. She felt sleep was beckoning her and made no attempt to escape. As she felt herself being embraced by the sweet tranquility of sleep, the last thing her conscious mind registered was Elijah telling her he loved her.

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Katherine was studying Elijah’s face, debating whether to share her experience with him or ask him to drop it. She knew that deep down, she ached to share her experience with him, that she should tell him what happened after she crossed over, so to speak. She also knew that she wasn’t fooling herself with the idea that since she had been the one that had to actually die, that it had been any easier to be in his shoes. She knew well enough that what Elijah had gone through was just as horrible. “ I remember being terrified,” she started after a while. “ I remember you trying to distract me with all the things we would do and places we would go, and as comforting as it was to listen to your voice, I could still feel the dread deep down inside,” she sighed heavily at the mere memory of her experience only a couple of days ago. “ Were you in pain at any point during the ritual?” Elijah asked quietly, his eyes studying her face. “ No, there was no pain,” Katherine said after a while. She wasn’t lying, it hadn’t been painful. No physical pain at least. “ I’m sensing a but coming,” his voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Katherine sat down the glass of wine she had been nursing for the better part of the evening and got up from the couch. The brunette made her way to the tall windows, noticing that dusk was settling over the town square. “ I don’t even know how to explain it if I’m being honest,” Katherine started as her eyes followed the smoky dusk, “ It wasn’t so much pain as it was fear and dread.” “ I had never felt such dread in my life,” she whispered quietly, her eyes catching on Elijah’s reflection in the window. He was watching her from the couch, his expression somewhat somber. “ It felt like all hope was lost, like this truly was the end. No more possibilities, no more chances, no more opportunities of righting any wrongs. The only promise that existed in that moment was the promise of nothing, of emptiness, of this cold and dark place where loneliness was going to be your ultimate undoing.” She hadn’t realized until now that tears were slowly building up in her eyes. Katherine quickly blinked them away and cleared her throat. She was determined to leave that particular experience behind her, no matter the cost. But sadly, she hadn’t prepared for the mere memory of it to be so vivid. She could almost feel it in her body, all that fear and dread that she had felt that night on Diana’s kitchen table. “ What happened then?” Elijah’s voice seemed to be miles away, a distant sound at the end of a dark tunnel. “ And then I died,” she turned around and forced a smile which in turn prompted Elijah to offer her a frown. “ What I’m saying is that, as death approached, what had appeared to be unending dread, slowly started giving way to peace,” Katherine explained as she slowly made her way back to where Elijah was sitting. “ Slowly, inch by inch, the dread and the fear made way for this warm and peaceful feeling. I could feel my body slowly starting to relax, all that fear becoming a distant memory,” she finished softly, her smile now a genuine reassuring one. “ It was like slipping into a hot bath after a long day, you know?” she shrugged and sat down on the couch, swinging her legs across Elijah’s lap, “I felt like somehow, everything would work out. The peace soothed me, I felt like I was being wrapped up in this soft blanket which would always protect me from everything. It was utter serenity,” she trailed off and shrugged again, “ I wish I had known then that it wouldn’t last.” “ Did something happen after you....,” he trailed off, clearly struggling to utter the word out loud. “ Died?” Katherine helped out with an understanding smile. Elijah nodded, a glimpse of regret on his features.

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“ I know you think the worst is done, child, but I’m sorry to disappoint, it’s yet to come,” Diana told her softly, taking her hand in hers. “ I’m dead, aren’t I?” Katherine asked although she already knew the answer. Diana nodded. “ What do you mean, the worst is to come?” she asked, a hint of fear taking residence upon her features. “ You must find your way home,” Diana explained, giving her hand a firm squeeze. “ Home?” Katherine asked feeling a bit puzzled. “ Back to your body, baby,” the witch informed her. “ Don’t go wandering around for too long, the longer you stay, the harder it will be to get you back,” Diana continued, her blue eyes locking with Katherine’s brown ones. “ All I have to do is find my body and I’ll come back?” Katherine asked with a raised eyebrow before glancing around at their surroundings. “ Easier said than done. If you’re unlucky, some of the spirits will try to convince you to stay,” the old woman warned her. “ But, if I’m dead, are you?” Katherine suddenly asked feeling somewhat alarmed. “ No, dearie. But I wasn’t about to let you go off without instructions,” Diana smiled warmly at her, and Katherine felt herself more at ease. “ But,” Katherine started but was interrupted by the old witch. “ Don’t you worry about anything else, focus on finding your way back,” was Diana’s last words to her before the woman was gone and Katherine was left alone.

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“Diana was there?” Elijah asked in mild disbelief. Katherine nodded. “ I know Diana told me afterwards about where I was and what kind of place it was, but I still can’t wrap my mind around it,” she explained before taking a sip of her wine. “ It was neither dark nor light, it was something in between. The place was neither cold nor warm,” she started slowly, her memories taking her back to when she was in the spirit world, as Diana had put it. “ I took her warning to heart and started to move, looking around frantically to see if I would find something, anything familiar,” she trailed off. “ Do you know where you were?” Elijah’s voice was quiet, careful, as if not to startle her. “ I was in 1492 Bulgaria,” she answered with a sad smile. Her eyes found Elijah’s and saw that he understood more or less of what she was about to tell him.

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“ No way, please, no,” Katherine whispered to herself once she realized where she was. Or rather when she was. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes landing on something on the ground not too far from her. She didn’t have to get closer to know what it was. Either this was a sick joke or the universe, or the spirits or whatever were trying to punish her all over again. Katherine took a breath and forced herself to move. She had to get back, and if that meant reliving her worst memory all over again, then so be it. As Katherine proceeded to enter the village of where she once had lived, a sound from behind her made her jump around. She looked to the woods behind her but couldn’t see anything. Yet something made that sound again, like someone was stepping on dry branches and leaves, getting closer and closer. Katherine stood her ground and waited. A figure of a woman was slowly emerging from the woods and stepping out onto the road. Closer and closer the woman was making her way towards Katherine. The brunette paled once the woman was close enough for Katherine to recognize her. “ Katerina, my sweet child,” the woman spoke softly in Bulgarian, addressing Katherine by her given name. A name the woman herself had given her. “ Mama?” Katherine gasped in disbelief. She had prepared for having to find her mother brutally murdered by none other than Klaus himself, and yet here she was, standing in front of her. There was no blood on her, nothing to indicate that she had fallen victim to a psychotic hybrid. The woman extended her arms, inviting Katherine into an embrace, the smile on her gentle features radiant and loving. Katherine could see tears of joy in her mother’s eyes. The brunette rushed forward and let out a relieved sob as she felt her mother’s arms embrace her and hold her close. She smelled like she always had, of lavender and honey. A smell Katherine thought would be lost forever.

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“ In that moment, I didn’t care about where I was, all that seemed to be forgotten. All I could think about was feeling my mother’s touch,” Katherine said quietly, watching Elijah pour some more wine into her glass. “ Was she real?” he asked. “ She felt as real as you do. But it took me a while to remember that she couldn’t be,” she said in a voice that was flooded with disappointment. “ She told me about this gruesome man who had come to our village one night. A demon with dark eyes and a soul darker still,” Katherine could remember how terrified her mother had looked while telling her of Klaus’ visit. “ She told me of the servants and the servant girls he had mercilessly butchered with his sword, some he had torn apart with his bare hands,” Katherine couldn’t help but shudder at the memory of her mother’s words. “ She spoke of Niklaus,” she heard Elijah say. “ She said she and my father had escaped to the woods, and that we should head back to their hidden hut, that it wasn’t safe in the village,” Katherine continued. “ I had started to follow her when I remembered what Diana had warned me about.” “ That some spirits might try to convince you to stay,” Elijah murmured softly, placing his hand on her knee where he proceeded to stroke it comfortingly. Katherine nodded. ㅤ

“ Katerina, you must come, it isn’t safe here,” her mother’s voice sounded desperate, the fear in her eyes all too real. “ I can’t,” Katherine said in an agonizing voice, wanting more than anything to see her family well and unharmed. “ Your father will want to see you, he will be besides himself with joy,” her mother pleaded. “ I want to, I do, but I have to get back,” Katherine tried to make her mother understand that she couldn’t stay. She had to go. “ I am begging you, child,” her mother gripped Katherine’s hands and pulled her into another embrace, holding her tight against her chest. Katherine wrapped her arms around her mother’s frame, breathing her in while she had the chance, savoring the scent of lavender and honey, wishing she’d never forget it. “ Come, my child,” her mother whispered in her ear and Katherine found herself nodding. “ You have to come home with me,” her mother urged her. Home.

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“I knew then what was happening,” Katherine sighed and sat down her empty glass on the coffee table. “ She wanted you to stay,” Elijah whispered. “ When she said ‘home’, it finally struck me. I had to leave her if I ever wanted to get back to you and the land of the living.” “ Did she let you leave?” Elijah asked her carefully. “ She continued to plead with me after I tried saying good-bye to her,” Katherine started slowly, the memory of it feeling all too real now. “ Eventually, I just turned and started back the way we had come, all the while listening to her pleas. It was like my heart broke all over again,” she whispered. There was a moment of silence between them, neither one of them said anything. Eventually, she carried on with her story. “ The worst came when her pleas, which seemed to follow me no matter how far I got, turned into these haunting whispers.” “ What did the whispers say?” Elijah asked. “ They blamed me for what had happened. They kept echoing in the thick air, I couldn’t escape them, I couldn’t block them out. And the closer I got to the village, the worse they grew,” Katherine closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she continued. “ It was as if they were trying to keep me from entering the village. Their words grew harsher and harsher, the voices started sounding more and more in pain, soon they resembled wails or moans of pure agony,” she trailed off, being unable to continue. It was hard to talk about it, but it was harder still not to. She knew she would eventually have to tell someone of her experience in the spirit world, and she knew it would have to be Elijah. She wanted to tell him, more than anything now, but she couldn’t do it without being brought back to that place, back to those voices, back to her mother begging her to stay. Finally, being able to see her and feel her, and talk to her, only to have to turn her back on her. What she had had to do in the spirit realm, were one of the hardest things she had ever had to do, a mighty high price to pay in order to stay alive. And she had paid in full. And now she knew, if she didn’t tell him about it, it would haunt her forever. “ You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to,” Elijah tried to reassure her but there was no stopping her now. “ So I decided to run, to run towards the village. I realized that the village was the answer since they were trying so hard to keep me from it,” she continued, ignoring Elijah. “ As I was about to enter our keep, the wails appeared to be inside my head, it was a deafening roar. I couldn’t hear anything other than the wailing, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t focus,” she exhaled and leaned back against the couch. “ The moment I opened the door and stepped inside, it got quiet. The only thing left was silence so deep and profound, that for a moment there I wondered if I had lost my hearing for good,” she chuckled halfheartedly. “ I was still expecting to see blood everywhere but there wasn’t any. Everything appeared to be normal.” “ I had seen the slaughtered servants and maids outside our keep, but there was nothing inside. It felt wrong somehow,” Katherine’s voice trailed off.

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“What happened once you were inside the keep?” Elijah asked her as he returned from the kitchen area with two cups of coffee. “ I almost failed, is what happened,” Katherine said thoughtfully as she took her cup from Elijah and wrapped her palms around it. “ What do you mean?” he asked her as he took his seat next to her. “ I had gone upstairs to my chambers where I saw a crib. I could hear a baby cooing,” her voice had dropped to a whisper. She didn’t have to look at Elijah to know that his expression was pained. “ Katherine,” she heard Elijah sigh softly and raised her hand to stop him right there. She knew if she were to even look at him, let alone hear his comforting words or feel his touch, she would lose it.

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“ Hi, my little one,” she whispered softly with a smile as tears pooled in her eyes. She reached out and picked up the infant girl with the utmost care. Katherine bent her head down and inhaled the sweet scent of her daughter, her lips gently brushing over the baby’s fuzz of dark hair. “ I’m here, your mother is here,” Katherine murmured with a strained voice. She felt so overwhelmed, so overcome by joy and longing she didn’t even know she had. A quiet chuckle escaped her lips as she felt a tiny hand grasp a lock of her hair and tug at it gently. “ I’m never leaving you again,” Katherine whispered as she held her daughter against her chest. She had forgotten her purpose of returning to the living, she had forgotten about Elijah, she had forgotten about her dying on Diana’s kitchen table. Furthermore, she seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened in her life, her 500 years on the run, Mystic Falls, Elena Gilbert, all of it was gone. The only thing that mattered, the only thing Katherine found herself capable of thinking about was right here in her arms. Her daughter.

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Katherine clenched her jaw, fighting the tears that had already started to fall down her cheeks. Elijah didn’t say anything, allowing her this moment of trying to pull herself together. And for that Katherine loved him. Slowly, she found herself starting to calm down, her breath was no longer hitching in her throat, and she was able to take a deep and steadying breath. “ I had no intention of leaving that place, I wanted nothing more than to stay there and be with her,” she continued after a while, her voice low and quiet. “ She had fallen asleep in my arms, and I moved us to my bed. Laying there with her so close next to me, I felt like I would never be able to stop admiring her,” Katherine breathed out, her memories beginning to overwhelm her yet again. “ It felt like I was in a trance or something, she was completely mesmerising,” a sad smile had appeared on her lips. “ How did you manage to leave?” Elijah’s whisper prompted her to clear her throat and take a sip of her coffee. “ I didn’t know what it was at first,” she began slowly, “ I only realized it after I had come back from the spirit world, and you embraced me,” she trailed off and glanced up at him with loving eyes. “ What?” Elijah looked a tad puzzled. “ It was you,” she said softly and raised her hand to his cheek, letting her thumb brush over his features. “ Me?” he raised his eyebrows. “ You were calling me home without even knowing it, without even being there with me to guide me back,” she offered him a soft smile as she dropped her hand from his cheek. “ Well, you weren’t really there but at the same time you were.” “ As I was laying there on the bed with my infant daughter who I thought was lost to me forever, a different kind of scent caught my attention. It seemed so familiar, yet I couldn’t place it,” she explained sounding thoughtful. “ The more I focused on the scent, the more it came back to me, what it was I had to do, that I couldn’t stay there,” she said quietly.

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“ I haven’t forgotten you, I never will,” Katherine murmured as she placed her daughter back into her crib, “ And I will love you forever. You are loved, my sweet daughter,” her voice broke as her fingers stroked her daughter’s face for the last time. The infant girl stirred and opened her eyes, a soft cry escaping her tiny lips. Katherine clenched her jaw and turned around, with her back facing the crib she heard the baby begin to cry. As she used every ounce of her strength to take a step towards the door, she felt her eyes well up like never before. With tears streaming down her cheeks and her daughter’s growing cries, she slowly left her chambers following the scent that had caught her attention earlier. The scent had taken her out of the keep and to the woods that grew in the back. It didn’t take her long to recognize the path she was following. Katherine along with her parents had taken it multiple times whenever they had gone to visit their ancestors. With every step she took, the scent grew stronger, more powerful, reminding her of her true home where she belonged. The brunette paused and looked around her. She found herself in the middle of the Petrova burial site. As she moved past the ancient looking headstones, recognizing some of the names displayed there, she stopped before one which appeared to be lighter in color. There was something there, in the air around it, it appeared to stand out from all the other headstones. She carefully moved closer and felt the scent grow in power, it was so strong she could almost taste it, feel it on her skin. Upon inspecting the headstone closer, her eyes widened some as she realized it was her own headstone. Her birth name was displayed on it, along with her date of birth and date of passing which read 2013. She took a deep breath, something was telling her that this was her way back. Even the air felt alive with electric currents surging through it. Everything had gotten so still, there wasn’t a single sound or smell, save for the familiar scent which had guided her here. Katherine reached out carefully and felt her palm touch the cold stone of her final resting place.

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“ The next thing I knew I was in Diana’s kitchen, and I heard you talking with her outside,” Katherine smiled to herself at the memory. “ The moment you saw me standing there in the doorway, you rushed to me and pulled me into your arms, and I felt that scent again,” her smile was growing some, her eyes fixed on Elijah’s. “ As ridiculous as it might sound, it was you, or your cologne to be exact, that I had noticed in the spirit world,” she chuckled as she watched Elijah become puzzled. “ I’ve always loved the scent of it, it’s always reminded me of home for some reason. Mainly because I would only be able to smell it when we were close, in an embrace for example,” she admitted truthfully. Katherine watched Elijah shake his head, a hint of a smile playing on his handsome face. “ I supposed a confession is due,” he spoke softly as he took the cup from her hands and placed it on the coffee table. “ What do you mean?” Katherine asked with a raised eyebrow. “ I’ve noticed you taking a liking to it, so I’ve been wearing it for you,” he admitted. Katherine watched the man she loved for a moment before a cheeky grin took hold of her features. “ So what are we saying, that Gucci brought me back from the dead?” “ Armani, actually,” Elijah chuckled and pulled her into his arms, her face going to rest against his chest, and she breathed him in as had become her custom. The scent of home, the scent of him. The scent he wore for her. “ Thank you for bringing me home,” Katherine whispered into his chest and closed her eyes. “ No, love, I could never take credit for that. You did all of that yourself, I merely reminded you of it,” he spoke softly as his hand went to stroke her hair. “ As far as having a home goes, you are mine,” he whispered and kissed the top of her head. Katherine sighed feeling content. “ I cannot express it in words of how sorry I am that you had to endure all that you did in the spirit world,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a more somber note. Katherine sighed and moved to look him in the eyes. “ I appreciate it, I do. And now that I’ve told you, I never want to speak of it again,” her voice was serious. “ I understand,” Elijah said softly as he took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing the top of it lightly.

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She rarely had trouble sleeping nowadays, Elijah’s arms wrapped around her had always provided her with a sense of safety, a sense of belonging. But that night, she had slept more soundly than ever. Upon her waking, she decided it was due to the fact that she had told Elijah about her recent experiences of dying and her brief visit in the spirit world. Diana had been right, dying had been nothing compared to what she had to go through in the spirit realm. She hadn’t realized how burdened she had been with the experience until she had shared it with Elijah. She could swear later on, that it had made her feel lighter, like talking about a nightmare made it slowly leave your memory. She was still pained at the thought of her mother and daughter, but she finally felt like it would no longer cripple her. The mark they had made would never fully heal, but it wouldn’t keep her from moving on with her life. Which is what they were doing the next morning. Elijah had tempted her with a nice and relaxing bath, insisting that she should be treated like royalty for all the days to come. Katherine was naturally pleased and decided she could easily get used to being pampered like this. “ Have you thought about of how you want to go about it?” Elijah asked her as his hands proceeded to massage her shoulders. “ About my turning, you mean?” “ Yes, any specific place you want to do it, specific time, that sort of thing,” he mused softly. “ I haven’t really thought about it, other than wanting you to be the one to turn me,” Katherine breathed out, leaning her head back against his chest. “ I would never allow anyone else take that honor from me,” his voice took a turn and appeared to be lower, almost serious. “ It’s an honor now, is it?” Katherine couldn’t help but feel amused at this sudden change in him. “ It is an honor, you permitting me to call you mine, but an honor greater still to be the one whose blood grants you immortal life,” Elijah murmured in her ear, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. “ Sounds like you’ve been blessed,” Katherine teased him lightly. “ You have no idea,” he whispered as his teeth nibbled on her earlobe gently. “ I want to do it tonight, I guess there’s no point in waiting,” she spoke slowly, her mind being distracted by Elijah trailing kisses down her neck towards her shoulder. “ If that’s what you wish,” he mumbled against her skin between kisses. “ Elijah,” she breathed out, his touch feeling intoxicating. “ Yes, my love,” he purred softly as his lips nibbled on her shoulder, his arms pulling her closer to his chest. “ You’re distracting me,” Katherine attempted to complain. “ Do you want me to stop?” he asked her before his lips found her sensitive spot on her neck and sucked on it gently. “ Is this what you had in mind when you suggested we take a bath together?” Katherine breathed out heavily, her eyes closed, savoring the feel of his lips on her skin. “ Perhaps.” “ You know, we will have an eternity of this,” Katherine reminded him quietly, all the while enjoying herself. “ Is it wrong to fear that not even an eternity with you would be long enough?” he murmured as his lips left her shoulder and he leaned his head to rest against hers. “ Well, it’s good for starters,” Katherine chuckled softly. “ In which case I say we continue this later and go see about granting my darling with the immortality she deserves,” he purred in her ear, prompting a smile to grace her features.

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“ Now that we’re alone, I thought I’d give this to you,” Diana spoke quietly, her hands taking Katherine’s. Katherine glanced down and saw that the old witch had placed a tiny vial in her hands. “ What’s that?” Katherine asked as she inspected the vial closer. “ You and I both know, baby, that your knight in shining armor will struggle with the actual deed,” Diana spoke plainly prompting Katherine to raise an eyebrow. “ What do you mean?” “ Elijah wanting to turn you is all fine and sweet, but can you honestly tell me the man won’t face difficulties when it comes down to actually having to kill you?” it was Diana’s turn now to raise her eyebrow at Katherine. The brunette paused. The old woman’s words made sense to her. She knew Elijah well enough to know that when push came to shove, he would kill her, but she also knew that it would be extremely hard on him, even given the fact that she would come back as a vampire. Katherine knew that the thought of him having to hurt her or lay his hands on her like that, would be torture for his soul. “ And let me guess, this vial contains the answer to that particular problem?” Katherine asked as she carefully shoved the vial into her pocket. “ It’s the same brew I used to stop your heart yesterday,” the witch nodded.

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Katherine could feel the fluttering within her, she was growing more excited by the second. They were finally going to do it. She would no longer remain a frail human being. She was going to become a vampire tonight, immune to disease and age, forever young and desirable. It almost felt like she was about to receive the life she had always dreamed of. Her fresh start, her new beginning. Her happiness. “ Are you ready, my love?” Elijah’s soft voice interrupted her thoughts and Katherine blinked to find him studying her face. “ Yes, but before we do, there’s something I need to tell you,” she paused, not knowing how to tell him that Diana doubted his ability to do the deed from start to finish. That Diana’s doubts had made sense to her and that on some level, she found herself sharing the witch’s doubts. “ Tell me what?” Elijah raised an eyebrow, his eyes searching her face for any clues. “ Diana said something to me,” she started, still struggling to find the right words. “ What did she say? Don’t tell me there’s going to be another problem,” he looked concerned now, almost afraid. “ No, nothing like that,” Katherine shook her head and offered him a lame and weak smile. “ Then what?” “ She gave me this,” Katherine opened her hand which had been clutching the small vial and showed it to Elijah. His eyes went to the vial before finding hers again, looking even more puzzled now. “ What is it?” he asked quietly. “ It’s the same substance that stopped my heart the night we did the ritual,” Katherine said quietly as she fought the need to lower her eyes. “ Why did she give it to you?” the quiet tone of his voice told her he had an idea of why the old witch might have given it to her. “ She feared that your love for me would prevent you from being able to, you know, kill me,” as the words left her lips, she could no longer hold his gaze and dropped hers to her shoes. “ And you share her fear?” she heard him move closer to her. Katherine felt herself swallow hard and forced herself to look up at the man she had indirectly accused of being too weak to see the deed through. “ Would you be able to do it?” she whispered as her eyes were the ones to search his face for clues now. Elijah sighed and brought his hands to cup her face. “ What kind of man would I be if I didn’t do my very best to see this through from start to finish?” he asked her softly, his expression gentle. No matter how hard Katherine tried to look, she found no signs of his feelings, or worse, his pride having been hurt. “ So you’ll do it then? ” she whispered. “ I won’t like it but yes, darling, I will do it for you,” he murmured as he leaned his forehead against hers. “ And now it’s my turn to tell you something,” he whispered before he leaned back, and their eyes found each other’s again. “ Tell me what?” Katherine asked quietly as her fingers deftly shoved Diana’s deathly vial into the back pocket of her jeans. “ Why don’t I show you, if you’ll permit me?” Elijah asked her, his hand going to cup the side of her face. Katherine nodded and closed her eyes, all the while relaxing her mind and opening it to him.

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“ I don’t suppose you need me to tell you how lucky you are,” Diana spoke as she took a seat at the kitchen table. “ You are absolutely right, I don’t need you to know that I am,” Elijah sounded somewhat tense. “ If you mess this up again, sonny, you will lose her forever,” the old witch was watching Elijah with her piercing blue eyes. Silence followed as Elijah averted his eyes. “ Call me a sucker for happy endings but I thought I would give this to you, so you can pass it along to your girl when the time comes,” Diana’s tone had changed some, appearing to be lighter now, less threatening. Elijah’s eyes found the older witch again and saw that she was holding something in her hand. “ What is it?” he asked as his eyes went to the vial in her hands. “ A gift,” the witch shrugged and extended her hand towards Elijah. He took the vial from her outstretched hand and examined it closer. “ You may recall me asking for a minor blood donation from you earlier, it was for this,” Diana explained as she watched the Original vampire turn the vial with his fingers. “ I don’t understand, what is this for?” Elijah asked. “ To spare you from having to listen to a lot of witchy terms and processes, I’ll tell you this. You know your girl well enough to know she can be vain and somewhat easily seduced by power,” Diana started, “ So I’ve made something that will prevent her from longing for the good ‘ol days,” the witch shrugged. Elijah appeared to still not quite understand what it was that he was holding in his hand, so the witch offered an easier explanation. “ You give her this to drink after she’s had your blood and before she dies, and she will come back with the same strength she had prior to ingesting the cure for vampirism.” “ So, this will age her,” Elijah still sounded somewhat puzzled and unbelieving. “ Only in vampire years. It will provide her with her old vampire caliber and abilities,” Diana explained. “ But how,” Elijah started but was cut off by the old woman. “ Don’t ask how, you wouldn’t understand anyway. Just trust me that it will work, and it will definitely make her happy.”

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Katherine opened her eyes and saw that Elijah was holding the vial. Katherine knew that Elijah would never have shared this with her, if he had so much as suspected this to be untrue. She knew that since Diana had been true to her word in bringing her back from the dead, that she would also be true to her word that this potion or whatever it was, would restore her old vampire abilities. Elijah must have felt the same way since he had chosen to share this with her. The fluttering that she had felt in her stomach earlier, was now becoming more intense. Not only will she become a vampire tonight, but she’ll literally go back to how she was before Elena Gilbert bested her with the cure. Diana had been right, Katherine couldn’t be any happier if she had tried. “ Shall we then?” Elijah’s lips were curled up in a smirk as he offered her his hand. Katherine took his offered hand and nodded. It was time.

He led her over to the couch and sat down, pulling her down with him and onto his lap. Katherine couldn’t help herself but feel almost giddy. It was finally happening. After all the agonizing months of her having been forced to be human, forced to feel fear and dread, and hopelessness. After having been nearly killed by Damon and Co., and then again by time catching up to her, it was finally going to happen. All of that will soon be in the past. None of it will matter anymore. She was finally going to be free. Katherine was nearly being suffocated by anticipation as she watched Elijah roll up the sleeve of his shirt to expose the wrist that would offer her the red substance within, the very key to her immortal life. Elijah didn’t ask her whether she was sure or whether she was ready or not, instead Katherine watched as his eyes darkened and his features became laced with the dark veiny pattern. She caught a glimpse of his fangs before he buried them into his own wrist. As he pulled back, his face had gone back to normal, and he used his tongue to lick off the blood from the corners of his mouth. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing was heavy. It dawned on her then that this act of him turning her into a vampire felt so intimate and sensual, that it reminded her of their lovemaking. As her brown eyes watched the blood swell from the bitemark on his wrist, she felt herself biting her lower lip in anticipation. And when Elijah moved his wrist closer to her, she knew she was only seconds away from tasting the sweetness of his blood, from tasting the very essence of him. Katherine glanced up at him and saw that his lips were slightly parted, and his eyes were dark, and knew instantly that whatever it was that she was feeling, he was feeling it too. Her hand took his as she leaned over and closer to his bleeding wrist, when it was only inches away from her lips, she felt herself hold her breath. During the moment before her lips felt and tasted the red substance, it was like time itself had stopped. Everything was still, as if completely frozen. It lasted until Katherine parted her lips and brought his wrist to her mouth. Her eyes closed the moment she tasted his blood.

Even though Katherine had had his blood before and was more than familiar with how it tasted, she could swear it was somehow different this time. The moment her eyes had closed, it was like something was exploding inside her. His blood tasted sweeter than before, she could almost taste the very essence of him, the very thing that was Elijah. It wasn’t just the blood she was tasting, it was him. All of him. The sweetness of it brought on a form of a different kind of delirium and ecstasy, one she wasn’t capable of fighting. Instead, she found herself giving into it, reveling in it and letting it consume her. Nothing else existed for her but the sweetness of this moment, the future promise it held. That was until she heard him. “ This is how our forever starts,” his voice sounded husky and somewhat out of breath. She felt him pull her closer to his chest with his arm that was wrapped around her frame. “ My blood is yours, my heart is yours and my soul is yours,” he breathed out hot against the top of her head. His words only amplifying the bloodied bliss that she was currently bathing in. “ I love you, my Katerina, my Katherine, my saving grace,” he purred close to her ear. His breath was heavy and hot on her skin. Katherine opened her eyes and swallowed the last of his blood, before an equally heavy breath escaped her parted lips. Katherine had never been one to allow her emotions to spin out of control and take over, but something about what they were doing and the effects it was having on her, made her chose differently this time. She let go of his wrist and moved to cup his face in her hands, her blood covered lips crashing against his. Elijah’s own lips parted and welcomed hers with the same intensity that she was currently feeling. She kissed him deeper than she ever had before, the echo of their kiss going all the way to the deepest pits of her stomach where each kiss culminated into a wave of pure heat and desire. Their lips devoured each other until she had to come up for air, and it was only then that her bliss gave way to her rational mind, and she remembered what it was they were supposed to do. The both of them were panting, trying to catch their breaths while pressing their foreheads together. “ I love you too,” Katherine breathed out and offered his lips a gentle kiss before pulling away entirely. Elijah moved and planted one last kiss on her forehead. Their desires would have to wait for now. As fitting as it might have felt to give in and add even more pleasure to this act, she knew they would have plenty of time for that later.

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Katherine took his offered handkerchief and wiped the remnants of his blood from her mouth. Elijah did the same to his now healed wrist. One would think that they would have plenty to talk about, especially given what had happened just moments ago, yet there was silence between them. Katherine knew why both of them had grown so quiet. She had ingested his blood, so the next step now was to ingest the contents of the vial Diana had given as a gift. And then.... “ Elijah?” Katherine spoke his name softly, quietly. The Original’s eyes met hers and she could see that he was trying to hide the dread he must have been feeling. “ Of course, it’s time for Diana’s potion,” he sounded like he had forgotten about something important and was just now realizing it. He fished the vial from the pocket of his slacks and walked over to Katherine. “ You don’t have to do this, you know,” Katherine reminded him reassuringly, her hand reaching out to stroke his features. “ We both know that I do, I owe it to you,” his voice was soft, but she could hear the discomfort beneath. “ Owe it to me?” Katherine raised her eyebrows in question. “ After all that you have been through and endured, this is the least I can do for you,” Elijah explained as his hands took hers and gave her the small vial containing Diana’s magically crafted serum. Katherine appreciated that he was trying, that he wasn’t going to take the easy way out even though they had one thanks to Diana. She admired his courage and the fact that she could count on him to do the deed when the time came. She didn’t have to ask how he planned on doing it, she knew that whichever way he chose to do it, would be pain free. Knowing there was no point in trying to delay the inevitable, Katherine removed the tiny cork from the vial and without having any second thoughts, threw her head back and downed the contents within. The brunette was expecting for it to taste as bitter as the previous potion Diana had given her, but to her surprise, it tasted sweet. Her pleasant surprise and relief only lasted for a short moment before she realized what was about to come next. The anticipation she had felt earlier tonight had been sweet and full of promise, so she had to admit that whatever she was feeling now, was far from it. She wasn’t afraid of temporarily dying because she knew she would come back as a vampire. It was more the not knowing. She wasn’t going to ask him when and how, it wouldn’t do any good if he told her. When she finally allowed her eyes to meet with his, she saw that he was smiling softly, reassuringly. She took a breath and closed the small distance between them. It was her way of saying that she was ready for the grand finale. He took the empty vial from her hand and placed it back into his pocket. And just when Katherine thought he was going to go for the kill, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into an embrace. She wrapped her arms around him as she breathed him in, the very scent that had saved her life a couple of days ago. She felt herself tense a little when she felt him pulling away, but he only moved to be able to kiss her. His kiss was caring and sweet, as was his touch when his fingers lightly stroked her delicate features. “ I will see you soon, my darling,” Elijah spoke softly and offered her a gentle smile. “ Will you miss me?” Katherine asked with a smirk, trying her best to hide her unease. “ I always miss you,” Elijah whispered as he leaned in and gave her lips a gentle peck before pulling her back into his embrace. The last thing Katherine could remember before everything went dark, was closing her eyes and smiling to herself. _________________________________________________

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rae-sparda · 3 years

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I can't believe I'm writing 3 fics at the same time... God help me, cause it's getting difficult 🤣🤣🤣

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Pirates of the Caribbean fusion edit & drabble for Klaroline AU Season, 2021 Week Seven: Fusions @klaroline-event

Klaroline ft. Ensemble Cast in... PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: HYMN OF THE HIGH SEAS 🌊

"The only thing that owns a pirate is the sea, but there is good reason as to why Davy Jones tossed his heart in a chest and lost it to the ocean depths."

In retrospect, merging crews with Captain Niklaus Mikaelson was a desperate move, but you know what they say about desperate times...

Somewhere in the Caribbean, circa 1736

Caroline lived a relatively quiet life until she discovered she was the infamous pirate William Kidd's daughter.

It had slipped out in a screaming match between her and her mother when she vehemently refused to be married off to Sir Tyler Lockwood in exchange for not losing a parcel of unarable land their family held for generations.

The man was a known salacious brute that was as taken with harlots as he was gambling. Once he set his sights on Caroline, noble enough to protect his reputation, he claimed he would stop at nothing to have her hand.

But nothing came without a price. When the taxes rose too high for them to pay, it was clear he had enlisted his father, taxman Richard Lockwood, to ensure this debt and came to them with a deal: if she said the vows, she would save the land.

The land was worthless, and Caroline would not simply up and throw away her life if it would not help what was left of her family. However, Elizabeth was desperate for money. She believed she could sell and deliver them from hardships, having been a single mother for the past eighteen years.

Her reddened face crumpled with anger when she hastily flung the rebuttal, "Then leave my household and become a pirate like your worthless father!" The silence between hem was deafening. Seeing no other choice for her fate, Caroline did leave, of course—only after she gleaned the full story from her reluctant mother.

In a way, Caroline wasn't too surprised. She always knew her absentee father must be some sort of scoundrel, and the high seas had always called to her with a whispered promise of freedom and adventure rolling in their turquoise waves.

Perhaps it's because there was salt water in her blood.

With no more than the clothes on her back and her old gray mare, Caroline roamed from city to city, doing random work like chores and housekeeping for pay until she gathered up enough money to leave the country.

How she landed in Port Royale, she still didn't know.

The bawdy city was comprised solely of colorful characters, loud noises, cheap liquor, dirty pastimes, and general debauchery, and for some reason, it made her feel alive. It flooded her senses as she realized there was so much of the world she hadn't seen.

As a barmaid, working by the sea only enticed her further to set sail and see for herself what kept her father from coming home to them all these years. Every day she passed by those waters, the sun on her shoulders and salt in the air, and she simply wondered as she stared out into that distant horizon. Maybe there was a piece of herself out there that she needed to find.

Somewhere in the middle of grappling with this existential dilemma, fate stepped in and Caroline met Katherine.

A comparatively upscale brothel ran across the street from Caroline's bar, hosting the nighttime company of all sorts of unsavory fellows, and she often witnessed a striking brunette coming and going at irregular hours.

Imagine her surprise when the woman came in and unceremoniously draped herself across the bartop, groaning in misery about her day.

Now Caroline was no stranger to listening to customers commiserate over a pint, but when she raised her head Caroline saw hues of purple and blue littering her olive skin, and she promptly pulled up a chair.

Katherine had migrated here several months ago, and after establishing her independence, she took up the job just to make ends meet. Caroline thought she would have been similar to the women Tyler thought irresistible, but one thing was clear: this woman could chew him up and spit him out before most people woke up for breakfast, and she unwittingly gained Caroline's respect.

There had been a tussle when a customer became too handsy after Katherine's insistence that she was on break, and as liquor obliterated his inhibitions, the man got rougher, angrier. Katherine was forced to defend herself and used a couple of quick moves that left him sprawled on the floor. That's all her boss caught of the scene and he warned Katherine that he would not tolerate a second impertinence.

She was miserable, and when Caroline divulged a little about her background, Katherine jumped at the chance of setting sail and never looking back.

She leaned forward and whispered the rumors swirling around this seaside hotspot for pirates and common criminals, revealing that William Kidd actually used to hunt pirates before he decided a pirate’s life was for him, too.

And how was she ever going to know what the world was like if she never left this armpit of human civilization? Katherine pointed out.

Before Caroline could protest or bring up her concerns, Katherine merrily strolled back across the street and quit her job.

Caroline begrudgingly took her up on the idea and was secretly excited to start this adventure. The two lived off of Caroline's meager tips as they formed a plan; it meant for nights of hungry bellies and too-visible ribs, but they made it work. (Caroline also found out that Katherine made a shockingly crafty pickpocket.)

The plan was to capitalize on the fine offerings right here in Port Royale and leverage their assets before setting sail to destination paradise.

After all, every pirate needed a ship and a crew.

Katherine was more than adept at rooting out the city's underground businesses, and finding the gambling houses was easy enough. More challenging was teaching Caroline to be a stealthy devil at cards (a common pastime from days at the brothel) and targeting a former regular of Katherine's, one of her wealthiest clients took a significant level of tact and discretion.

Caroline's stone-cold expression never broke until she beat retired privateer Alaric Saltzman, in a game, and she proudly flashed a victorious smile, much to the drunkard's grumbling dismay.

The girls' jaws dropped when they saw how vast the ship actually was, waiting for them at the docks as merchants coasted right by pandering goods. Caroline gave a loving kiss goodbye to her gray mare as she traded her for enough money and supplies to get them started.

That glorious first night, they slept on the deck under the stars before they hoisted the sails.

Katherine had exhausted herself dancing around until she was dizzy, placing a giant black pirate had she bought at the street market atop Caroline's blonde halo of hair, crowning her the captain before breaking off into a horribly off-key rendition of "O Captain, I Think I'm Madly In Love!"

With a faint smile, Caroline merely watched the moon hover above them, enjoying its gentle glow and listening to Katherine's quiet snores before dozing off as well.

It was remarkable just how satisfied Caroline felt at the helm of her ship.

They went on their way and collected a healthy amount of crewmates along their way, a collection of wayward souls looking for a new chapter in life. They indeed were a ragtag group of people, all with different backgrounds and reasons for why they chose to come aboard.

Katherine was happy to claim her stake as Quartermaster and enjoyed overseeing the daily operations. Of the rest, a few stood out to Caroline.

The puckish Lorenzo made for a fantastic Sailing Master and a rather delightful cook. Their lookout, Lukas, was jovial, and their Master Gunner, Olivia, was cutthroat in a way that you would never expect the two to be twins. The even-keeled Meredith came aboard as their surgeon and patched up the other guys when their friendly duels became too unruly.

Hearing rumors of valuable treasures and gems abounding in Tortuga, they decided to sail north and find a port. Instead of chests filled with gold trinkets, they found a rather unique treasure by the name of Bonnie.

The girl's bloodcurdling screams rang through the evening air, audible even as their ship was a considerable distance away from the docks.

Strapped with weapons, the pirates rushed to the location of the girl's shrieks only to find the townsmen attempting to burn her alive under the accusation of witchcraft.

Caroline immediately forged a line leading to Bonnie, clearing a rather violent path through the ignorant bigots taking longer than she liked.

Their mutiny provided just enough of a distraction in the commotion underway that when they turned back, they discovered that the witch was gone, disappeared. Katherine only shrugged and proceeded to loot the place without exception.

When they made it back to the ship, they happened across the unlikely spectacle of Bonnie, still clad in her ash-coated rags, getting herself obscenely drunk on their dewberry wine and delicately wobbling across the tightrope that was the ship's railing.

Caroline immediately pulled her down before she could fall and asked if she wanted to join their crew.

While Bonnie made a mediocre pirate, who went out of her way to avoid the sound of clashing swords and wore a pinched expression when her crewmates became too rowdy, she made up for it as an exceptional witch.

She was crucial to their navigation after particularly severe tropical thunderstorms, and she aided their raids when they needed a distraction or ward of protection.

However, the wards only worked when Bonnie was awake, which is probably why they were left vulnerable on the open sea when it all went down.

Caroline awoke to the sound of canons in the dead of night.

Jolting, she instinctively reached for her trusty cutlass and took off upstairs, a polished silver pistol discreetly resting in the leather belt around her hip.

Katherine was already at the helm, hollering demands at the top of her lungs from the forecastle deck as everyone scrambled, the sound of fighting clear as a lightning strike.

April, a wide-eyed boatswain, rushed by with a squeak of, "We're being invaded!"

Naturally, Caroline deduced that the second she saw the ornate ship stationed next to theirs, unfamiliar men swinging over on ropes and descending with blades drawn. Blinks of fire lit up the darkness as cannonballs launched into the side of her beauty of a vessel.

Caroline yelled for Enzo to help Olivia secure the cannons below and round up the gunners, and she joined the chaos down on the main deck.

Right away, she could tell that the opposing crew meant business.

A foul mist of chemicals burned at their eyes as stinkpots were hurled upon deck. Caroline quickly kicked one overboard as it crashed right in front of her, allowing Meredith to sweep by, pulling an injured man out of the way as she cursed under her breath.

"Bonnie, can't you do something? Now would be a good time to give them something else to look at!" Caroline hissed as she fended off an overly confident swordsman.

"I'm working on it!" Bonnie answered through gritted teeth, her brows scrunched together as she carried a few magical materials in her arms, scurrying to find cover so she could finish a spell.

"Everyone, stay calm! We're only taking over your ship," a rather arrogant voice boomed above her. "Join me and consider your lives spared! If you'd rather go down with this pitiful piece of driftwood, however, who am I to deny a deathwish?"

"Seriously?" Caroline huffed as she squinted up at the impeccably dressed rival captain. How the hell did that bastard climb the mainmast so quickly?

Cannonballs sailed overhead, and the roaring sound was louder than the blood rushing in her ears, almost too loud for her organized thoughts to surface, her heart pounding as grunts and shouts surrounded her.

Caroline hardly had to consider the appeals of shooting him before she was raising her pistol.

An ungodly screech disrupted the sky and drew everyone's attention, a spray of water descending upon them.

Everyone's movements came to an abrupt halt as the planks trembled underneath their feet. The boat suddenly rocked to the right, tossing their supplies overboard as they clung to wooden posts to stay upright.

It was a monster of legend, wielding strength so great it was said to wrap itself around boats and drag them into the abyss.

Staring up at the slimy gray tentacles slowly winding themselves around her ship, Caroline could instantly see why it carried its famed reputation of terror.

"Seriously, Bonnie?!" Caroline shouted in defiant outrage, glaring up at the creature that just emerged from the ocean. "You summoned a Kraken?"

Said Kraken blinked its enormous eye in response as if she had personally offended it with her words more than the cannonballs she commanded be fired its way. The long axe someone lodged into its nearest fleshy limb only spurred its temper.

"It was only supposed to be a giant squid!" Bonnie growled back in frustration, "And don't blame me, blame the slack-jawed imbecile who interrupted me!"

"Such hurtful language, darling," a dark-haired man with a twisted smile leered back at her. "I think you'll find the Kraken more agreeable to being drowned by my brother's crew."

"Bloody hell!" Enzo cried, leaping behind a ferocious-looking blonde as he gazed up at the beast. "Get rid of the slimy git! Now!"

His blonde attacker laughed openly at him; he sent a momentary scowl her way. "I must have mistaken you for a pirate. You're clearly nothing more than a misplaced port authority stooge."

Enzo shook off his incredulity and gave her a rather amorous once-over. "Now, now. I would say that is no way for a lady to talk, however..." He ran his tongue across his teeth, lips curving into something almost coy. "You're no lady."

The tall and shapely blonde gave him a smile that was more teeth than anything. "Why, thank you."

"Are you all impaired?" Katherine made a face that told them how much she believed it to be true. "Run!" She frantically waved her pistol in the air before firing a few shots at the pissed-off Kraken, and people scattered accordingly. "Abandon ship!"

Just as Caroline made her way to the enemy's ship, a man was plucked straight out of her path, screaming in terror as the spongy tentacle flung him into the air.

Typically Caroline was not a fan of abandoning her ship (because she was a good captain, thank you very much!); however, given the way the Kraken had taken to eating it, she wouldn't have a ship to go down with in just a few more minutes, and fleeing was indeed the best plan of action.

"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate." —Captain Jack Sparrow

Taking shelter aboard The Hybrid's Curse did not win them any favor, only suspicious comments, and darting glances.

No matter how much networking Katherine and Enzo pulled off, there was a handful of men and women who would not offer their support.

On the bright side, most of her crew had survived the morning's attack; on the downside, the other crew seemed to resent their perseverance.

"We raided your ship in the search for treasure," Captain Klaus said rather petulantly, looking far too complacent for a man with gunpowder on his shirt, the victim of a spiteful wind. "Not to rescue a horde of whiny tagalongs."

Caroline rolled her eyes and finished cleaning her pistols. The only reason they needed rescuing in the first place was all because of him and his crew.

"Well, your prize is currently sinking in the depths of the Caribbean," Caroline appeared unfazed, "but by all means, if you plan to go fetch it..." she trailed with a derisive smile.

He merely smirked, inspecting every inch of her with a raw interest unique to any sentiment she'd ever seen cast her way. "On the contrary, love... I believe my prize is standing right here."

As the sun peaked over the horizon, the early morning light made for a pastel wash of his features, softening them in a way. He was disgustingly attractive, she decided, but she would not forfeit her rank now.

She cleared her throat. "I have a proposition for you." A charming smile crossed his maddeningly red lips, and before he could release the unsavory retort she knew he had on the tip of his silver tongue, she continued.

"You allow my crew equal reign of your vessel, and we give you access to our stores of wealth. It’s a simple deal, and I think the price is more than fair," she proposed in what she hoped was a professional voice. Truth be told, she wasn't used to sharing nor bargaining for power.

Klaus barked a laugh. Admittedly, it was a beautiful sound as he drank in her boldness.

"We, in all of our honor, saved your crew from a fate worse than death," he sent her a sideways glance. "Now you want to take my ship, too?"

"Co-captains," she blurted the first thing that came to mind and then cursed herself. "I mean..." she amended off of his curious look. "Just until we can find ourselves another ship. Escort us to the closest port, and we'll be out of your way. Plus, you get gold."

"We have gold. And we aren't heading towards a port anytime soon," Klaus said tersely.

She frowned at that.

"Although I am feeling particularly magnanimous today," he continued before she could dwell on his statement, "I suppose we can put it to a vote."

A whistle gathered attention from his crew. "All those in favor of an alliance?"

"Aye!" A round of cheers sounded, and Klaus mentally tallied up the votes.

There was plenty of shifty glances and whispering as Caroline scanned the crowd for her people. The only reassuring part of this spectacle was that if Klaus went back on his word, the considerable number of seafarers would take note, and a skirmish might allow her group to escape.

He turned to her with a tilt of the head, held out a hand in a silent offer. "It's a deal, love."

It was rather unfortunate how warm and secure her hand felt in his. She chuckled, and he surmised her approval, cheeks dimpling as she stepped closer.

"If you try anything funny, I'll leave you marooned on the closest spit of land with nothing more than crushed barnacles for company," she smiled sweetly at him.

A warm feeling blossomed within her as she felt his eyes follow her the entire way back to her crew.

Katherine leaned in and muttered conspiratorially. "If you desire a mutiny at any time..."

"Just say the word, Gorgeous," Enzo quietly finished with a wink.

"Marcel, weigh anchor!" Klaus called. "Set a course for Isla de Muerta."

A few men spared him surprised glimpses, but they kept their feet moving as the ship changed route. The island posed many dangers, but with great risk came great reward.

Why not try to find the fabled Aztec treasure, too? The man who held that treasure became one step closer to the title of king of the seas.

His numbers just doubled, as did his resources. He wore a contemplative gaze as he watched Caroline go to her friends. Suddenly, a new world of possibilities opened up and invited him inside.

“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” —Andre Gide.

It didn't take long to learn why the Mikaelson siblings traveled so sporadically and avoided docking: they were trying to evade their father, who condemned them and endlessly sought their deaths by any means necessary.

As an Admiral in the British Royal Navy, Mikael commanded intimidating forces and was last seen behind the helm of the HMS Dauntless. Thus, they always went to town in pairs and used aliases when they gathered supplies or collected intel.

Getting to know Captain Mikaelson's crew wasn't as unpleasant as Caroline first expected.

There was Kol, with his mischievous eyes and regaling tales of triumph and revelry, and he'd taken to pestering Bonnie about the grimoires she somehow managed to save from the wreckage. Finn held a stoic stare and tendency to sharpen his sword in times of dispute, preferring peace over quarrels.

Frizzy-haired Rebekah bemoaned her battle with the merciless humidity but offered the most dazzling smiles and humorous jokes at her brothers' expenses. Enzo quickly found that banter came as easy as laughing with her did, and the two often sparred to whittle away the dull hours.

Katherine became subtly besotted with the intensely handsome and refined Elijah, who appeared pleasantly surprised by the fire in her eyes when she rebuked his aid while tying knots in the long ropes. "I know my way around ropes, thank you," she told him with a derisive scoff. "If you really want to be helpful, you'll show me where you keep the rum."

Stored in white oak barrels with liquor made from cane molasses, one of the only redeeming parts of the Mikaelsons' ship was their bounty of exquisite rum. It often lent the crew a guiding hand on their quest to get blisteringly drunk.

Elijah granted her an indulgent smile in return and offered his arm. Never one to back down from a challenge, Katherine linked her arm in his and listened to his tale of how they acquired their ship from a ruthless Spanish fleet off the coast of Havana. Spending time together soon became as natural as raising the sails.

Caroline leaned against the taffrails and listened to the ocean push them along their route, a vast array of stars speckling the blanket of darkness above her.

The mythic Aztec treasure lay just up ahead, and there was a chance everything could go south very quickly.

Living in close quarters turns the two crews into one fairly quickly amongst the daily squabbles about food rationing and distribution of work. When push comes to shove, they all know what to do to keep the ship afloat, and their collective tenacity was a comfort.

All of this time onboard, and Caroline thought she would have had Captain Klaus more figured out by now, but alas, the man resisted simplicity, preferring to remain as puzzling as the day he set his pilfering foot aboard her ship.

She didn’t dwell on how quickly she sensed him approaching, a natural awareness of him that she couldn’t seem to shake.

"You could have tossed us overboard by now," Caroline said in place of a greeting. "Any other pirate would."

"A pirate such as whom?"

"My father."

He stopped at the edge and turned to gaze at her. The spun gold of her locks seemed absolutely disheveled, red rimming her cornflower blue eyes as she fought off a lack of sleep. A captain to her core, she did not rest when she could instead watch over her slumbering crewmates as they curled up on the deck, the only space suited to hold their numbers.

There was a weariness in her voice that he knew was not simply from restlessness.

"And who might that be, love?"

She bit back a humorless chuckle. "Ever heard of William Kidd?"

The shock that briefly crossed his face was enough to answer her soft inquiry.

Of course, he knew. Most people did. After all, sea shanties were written about the bloodthirsty pirate who betrayed his own for loot, glory, and anything that saved his head from the gallows.

A thousand questions buzzed in his mind, but he couldn't reconcile the enigma that was Caroline with her lively spirit, sunny disposition, and gentle hand with the cruel shadow of William Kidd. "I never would've expected that man capable of raising such greatness," he spoke honestly.

She shrugged, unbothered as they listened to the waves lap against the ship's siding. "He didn't. I doubt he even knows I exist."

She supposed it would be apt to regret everything that's happened since she left home.

The nights she spent scraping away at unfulfilling jobs from her time on land, running off with a willful soul such as Katherine. The beckoning of wickedness that was the life of a pirate, being responsible for people she loved and inevitably lost as everything she built for herself sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

But somehow, she didn't regret it. Perhaps that made her an awful person. She felt how every day was an opportunity to craft a new story, carve out opportunities and live a new version of life she hadn't previously known existed. It connected her to people, places, things that challenged her and intrigued her, and she couldn't ignore the meaning of it all.

Pirates were known for sailing the seven seas, always looking for treasure. And sometimes the treasure they search for are helpless people trying to escape their lives and find their happiness at sea.

It's true, Caroline made a conscious effort to never become the kind of pirate her father was. The sea put a song in her heart, and she would not forsake it for heedless immorality.

Klaus's mouth quirked. "His loss, love."

She hummed. That much they could agree on.

"It's true, I could have sent you to the seafloor instead of giving you refuge," he agreed after a long but comfortable silence, "these winter waters and shark-infested reefs would not be much kinder to you."

She raised a delicate brow at that.

"Perhaps I consider you to be far more valuable alive than dead."

It should have sent a foreboding chill down her spine, but she was oddly content as she replied, “What do you want from me?”

“I want what every well-witted pirate wants, my dear. Divine treasure." Klaus idly gave a final glance into the black waves sloshing before them, highlighted by the waning moon before turning to head back to his cabin.

"And there’s no fairer gem than you.”

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A Wicked Game ・❥・ Kalijah

↳What if Elijah found Katherine at least once before Mystic Falls?

↳Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

↳Angst, smut, dirty talk, blowjob, teasing, light dom/sub undertones, rough sex

↳5k words

↳Read on AO3🥀

・❥・You have to chase me・❥・

Katherine's fingers delicately encircled the crystal tumbler in front of her, the amber whiskey rolling around as she tipped it back between red lips. She placed the heavy glass back down on the lacquered bar top and signalled for another. The bar was alive that night; all sorts of walks of life come to release their stressors one way or another. Booze, drugs, sex... The alcohol was flowing, the air was hazy ,and the laughter was raucous, but Katherine had her mind on the latter.

It had been a while since she'd found someone interesting to string along, perhaps bleed dry if the night called for it. She was likewise in the mood to forget, and had no shortage of volunteers that seemed to vie for the opportunity. One man couldn't seem to take his eyes off her for a second. Katherine offered a small but devilish smile to a him, her gaze intent even as the bartender placed her a fresh drink in front of her. She could hear the man's heart beating even from across the bar, hearing it thud a little quicker in his chest the longer she looked at him.

He will do nicely.

Katherine picked up her drink, moving to slide off the barstool and onto her heels. She felt powerful as she walked towards her target, her pride swelling at the thought of a successful kill of the night. The alcohol burned warmly in her blood, and she couldn't wait until she tasted fresh blood to match. A predator stalking its prey, until she stopped dead in her tracks.

Her eyes instinctively flashed to the door of the bar when a shadow appeared in her periphery. An all too familiar figure that she sensed the moment he appeared. Her heart fell, along with her glass. It was him.

The tumbler had completely slipped from her grasp and shattered on the floor. People gasped around her at the sound of the crystal breaking, but she did not react. She could only stare in horror at as Elijah Mikaelson's eyes met hers. The din of the bar and her suitor fell away, leaving her to face her fate alone.

Elijah's face was as handsome as she remembered, but the coldness in his eyes, that was something she would never become accustomed to. The hatred that seethed beneath. Katherine swallowed dryly, her breathing becoming pitched as she stepped back once, twice. Run, run!

But she couldn't. She was frozen.

She had last heard Elijah was somewhere across the country, pointedly the other side of the country. That's why she was here. How could he have snuck up on her like this? How could she have been so stupid?

Elijah's eyes simmered with something else she couldn't read. He stood about ten feet away from her, far too short of a distance to make her escape. The witnesses meant nothing, he would tear the inside of bar out if it suited him.

Elijah seemed to notice her indecision, so he made it for her. He turned to leave the bar, inclining his head to signal for her to follow. Dread settled into her stomach like a brick, and she felt her body begin to tremble as it obeyed without her permission. She took a step forward, her heel crushing the remnants of the crystal on the ground. Another step, then another.

He'd already left, evidently confident that she would follow. Despite her instincts burning through her to run, to fight, she knew... If she didn't, she knew things would get much, much worse.

Once outside, the sun still glowing in its final moments, the haze and energy from the bar left behind, she breathed in the warm summer air.

Her eyes fell upon him once more, bathed in that golden light.

"Come."

・❥・You're meant to catch me・❥

The apartment was clearly outdated and out of use, but it was clean. The old hardwood floors were swept, the fine oak canopy bed meticulously made with delicate white curtains gathered to each of its poles. They blew in a soft breeze in tandem with the ones that hung on the open windows. The sun had begun to set in earnest where the city was beginning to fall dark but the sky was still alive with pinks and oranges. The room smelled like summer, the city a soft hum in the background. The two stood in the last remnants of the light, their vampire eyes seeing in perfect clarity.

It was evident that this was one of the old rooms that Elijah kept, undoubtedly one of a few across countless cities, wherever he needed to settle down for a night or two. The furniture looked dated but well cared for; like she had stepped back into time. But then again, she always did with Elijah. For better or for worse.

She'd followed him just across the street to the building, walking steadily behind but never faltering in her pace. He never once turned to see if she was following; he knew she was. Now she was here, and the tables had turned. The predator became the prey.

She watched him with careful eyes as he paced the length of the room, collecting his thoughts. He'd doubtlessly not expected this twist of luck to fall into his lap, as she had barely thought to be in the city that night herself, and now it was time for him to make the most of his opportunity. The air of sophistication he carried never dropped, not for a moment. It could only come with carrying a thousand lifetimes on your shoulders. In direct opposition to his calm demeanour, her body itched to run; she could almost feel the fear overtaking her body as she waited for him to do something, anything. Utter a single word that would let her know this was the last night of her life. Her nerves were practically electrified.

There was nowhere to run now.

"I can see you shaking. Thank you for understanding the gravity of your situation."

Katherine bit down on her lip, angry that he could see her fear plainly when she had been fighting it back for so long. Everything seemed to come undone inside of her at the very sight of him.

Still, she raised her head defiantly and hardened her eyes, fingernails digging into her palms until the indents threatened to bleed to control her trembling. She would retain as much dignity as she could. She had gotten this far. Elijah paced for a few more steps, stopping but a few feet away from her. The city lights spilled into the room, bathing the wall she was standing by in a faint glow. Her body stayed put against it, her curls brushing against the old wallpaper. For all her trying, once her eyes met his, her gaze fell to the ground in front of her.

"I didn't know you were in town." She said lowly, frustrated. In truth, she was more than furious with herself for letting the side down. One step ahead, always. So much for that.

She watched him from the small distance that separated them, her eyes further adjusting as the sunlight gave way to the moon. Darkness seemed to stain the corners of the room like ink, but she could see him perfectly. His suit was well tailored, as it always was, a fine silk tie at his throat and a crisp white shirt peeking out from behind his black suit jacket. His hair was shorter than she'd seen him last, brushed away from his face to accentuate his handsome features and the line of his jaw.

"It was a rather spontaneous decision, but let's call it fate, shall we?" He paused, making sure she met his eyes before he continued. They seemed to gleam in the nighttime with a dark promise. "We have much to discuss, Katerina."

"I think you know the story pretty well by now." Her irony slipped out before she could stop it. She realized her mistake but it was too late to react; Elijah appeared in front of her in a flash, drowning her in shadows as he blocked any of the light coming in through the windows. Everywhere she looked, he was there. The overwhelming feeling of being surrounded by him made her feel dizzy.

“When will you learn your place, Katerina?” His voice thrummed inside of his chest, carrying over to hers where she felt it vibrate.

“I have no place to mind.” She gritted from behind clenched teeth. Frustration flared within her, but the tension was what was most unbearable. He gazed upon her like he wanted to devour her and she looked up at him like she wanted to set him ablaze. Her eyes flashed with the thought, but his eyes stayed dark and heady. Complete control, always.

“That’s where you are mistaken. You know your place yet you refuse it. Shall I remind you of it?”

In a flash, he spun her around until her hands were splayed against the wall and he stood behind her. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, pressing her slowly into the wall. Her fingers bent and scratched against the wall, seeking for purchase in a situation increasingly out of her control. His scent enveloped her like a veil.

He pushed her hair aside roughly to expose the soft skin of her neck, then used his fingers to trace from underneath her ear down to the slope of her shoulder. Katherine felt herself shiver in response to his touch, familiar yet with an underlying tone of cruelty.

She swallowed against the dryness of her throat, feeling his body shift behind hers until his chest was pressed against her shoulder blades. His right hand came upon her right side, placing his hand directly onto her neck. His touch was light but beneath his fingers lingered something else. A warning.

The warmth of his body bled into hers, and despite herself, she felt the sting of desire in her lower stomach. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, breathing light under the weight of his hand on her. He seemed to notice her shifting and he chuckled lowly in his chest. His fingers shifted slightly so his palm was on the back of her neck, index finger pressing against the sensitive point under her ear where her jaw began. Her skin seemed to crave his touch, but her mind battled against it.

“It’s here, with me. Just like this.” One hand on her waist, the other travelled along her side and up her shoulder. With a precise and gentle hand, he grasped her jaw and slowly tilted her head so that her neck was exposed to him. Goosebumps rose all over her skin. “At my complete mercy.”

Katherine took a small breath and held it. A mixture of fear and anger seared through her. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have let her guard down?

“So now what?” She said quietly, her voice thick with trepidation.

“Indeed, now what? How many more times must we repeat history, Katerina?" She felt him sigh behind her. "Perhaps now is the time to end it.”

Katherine felt herself spin around and only when she was facing him did she realize he had allowed it, his hands dropping from her neck. His body was still barely a hairsbreadth from hers; he didn’t need to be touching her for her to understand she was trapped. Her eyes met his, unable to look anywhere else but his face. She could no longer hide the desperation in her eyes.

“Elijah… please.”

Amusement slowly darkened his gaze.

“Begging, Katerina? That’s unlike you.”

“I’d only do it for you.”

His eyes flashed at that.

"How long will you continue to avoid the consequences of your actions?"

Katherine gave a mirthless laugh at that. "If you think I haven't been dealing with the consequences for the last 500 years, you aren't giving your brother enough credit."

"Then perhaps it is my consequence you should be worried about." He responded coolly. The way Elijah remained so unshakeable frightened her most. Klaus was predictably unstable, but no one could decipher Elijah, not truly, not even her. Though the fact that he hadn't ripped her head from her shoulders told her she still had some sort of power in this game. His eyes met hers and she thought she saw them soften, if only for a moment.

"Elijah." Katherine lifted her hand and delicately placed it against his cheek. His skin was warm to the touch and she could feel the lightest bit of stubble on his jaw. She hadn't touched him like this for centuries, and suddenly she was back to 1492 when the gallant Elijah Mikaelson was kissing her hand in the middle of the ballroom floor. Before everything had been destroyed.

"I am not a Salvatore, Katerina. This is not a game."

His hand caught her wrist and he lowered it for her, none too gently. She choked back the yelp of pain as her arm twisted in an unnatural way before she ripped it from his grasp.

"I'm not playing at one." She said harshly. "I know you remember."

It was Elijah's turn to laugh dryly. "Remember what, exactly? Your dalliance with Niklaus? How you fled into the night and snapped your own neck? When I swore to you that I would protect you?"

"You knew why he was courting me, Elijah. You know I never cared for him. I wanted more, I told you that! What was I supposed to do?"

"You were supposed to trust me."

Katherine sighed quietly as she looked up into Elijah's eyes. He took a half step back from her, turning to face the rest of the room. She took a deep breath, realizing that she hadn't truly been breathing with him so close to her. His scent still lingered as he walked away, but the warmth of his body disappearing left her cold. When she spoke, she spoke to his back.

"I couldn't- I can't."

"I know, Katerina. All too well."

Silence fell upon the room as the night did, settling in slowly like frost. Katherine put her hands on her arms, folding them over her ribs. The room was cooling from the sun setting but the ice in his words chilled her more. All of this could still end with him delivering her to Klaus, not a single moment of her life was guaranteed since he walked into that bar.

But where there is hate, there was once love.

"I know you remember." She repeated. Her voice barely carried across the room but she knew he heard every word. Taking one slow step after another, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors, her instincts roiled against each movement that brought her closer to him. It felt so wrong to walk towards her death, and yet...

Elijah turned around to look at her, his face disappearing in the shadows as his back turned to the windows. Light brimmed around his silhouette like a dark angel. She took another step. Closer still.

"Don't, Katerina." His voice was a warning, low and dangerous.

"Remind me." She whispered, fighting the quiver in her throat as she closed the distance between them. She gazed up at him, his features dark but his eyes shining with... hate? Desire?

A dry chuckle escaped his lips. "Remind you?"

This is too dangerous, her mind echoed. Don't be an idiot. He watched her with cool curiosity, allowing her to wander closer to him. She felt as though his jaws would snap around her at any moment.

"Remind me of what once was. What you once felt for me... and I'll remind you. All those moments we lost, Elijah."

Something changed in his expression then. The vitriol gave way to something else, something deeper as her words rang in the emptiness of the room. Perhaps it was just a hallucination borne of desperate to live, but she thought she saw his eyes soften, even for a moment.

That moment was enough. The tipping point.

Elijah's lips crashed into hers, his hands immediately circling her waist. Katherine's arms came up and around his neck as she matched the ferocity of his kiss, feeling all of the fear and panic transform into desire and passion. The frustration still broiled underneath for both of them as his hands dug into her skin roughly and her fingernails scratched along the soft skin at the nape of his neck.

Katherine felt his hands slid underneath her ass and she lifted her legs to encircle his waist. She could feel his arousal between her hips, and she felt her own heighten at the feeling, a delicious flame licking in her lower stomach. A mix of hatred and long-lost desire fueled the spark between them, giving way to a burning flame.

Katherine's breath deepened into pants as she fumbled with Elijah's suit jacket, pushing it away from his shoulders. He released her onto the floor and shrugged it off, then loosened his tie from his neck. The energy was frenetic between them, their lips immediately returning to each other's.

Elijah growled beneath his breath as he gripped the flimsy fabric of her top and tore it from her torso, revealing the lacy black bra she'd worn underneath. He paused at the sight of it, his broad chest rising and falling in soft pants, and a smirk appearing on his lips.

"Planned this?"

"I could ask the same of you."

Elijah cocked his head to the side as though challenging her, and she saw his smile grow despite himself.

"You've always been wilful, Katerina. It's time I taught you your place."

Katherine let a small laugh escape her as his hands returned to her body, but it quickly died in a sea of moans that he coaxed from her body.

He pushed her to the wall, nearly slamming her against it and she returned the favor, shoving him against the poles of the canopy bed. The hunger grew, his fingers knotting in her curls and the buttons of his shirt popping off as she tore it off with her fingers.

Elijah's mouth was hot and rough against the skin of her neck, his fangs scraping deliciously along the column of her throat. Her hands explored the bare expanse of his chest as she moved to step out of her heels.

"No-" She heard him grunt. "Leave them on."

She raised a brow with a smirk but acquiesced, stepping out of her black jeans until she was only in her underwear and the stilettos. Elijah was left only in his trousers.

Katherine didn't miss a beat before unbuckling them, leaving messy kisses down his throat, chest, and hips before lowering herself to her knees. She pulled the length of him out of his pants and licked from root to tip. Elijah's growl was amplified, his head falling back against the pole, fingers coming back to tangle in her curls.

"Mm. Can you take all of me?"

Katherine's jaw relaxed as she took his cock into her mouth fully, using her tongue to swirl around his thick member. She angled her face upwards and she felt herself growing wetter at the sight of Elijah coming undone above her. His brows were furrowed, eyes intent on her as he watched her every movement as though captivated.

"I know you're getting soaked for me. You love this, don't you?" He murmured softly, his hand coming down to trace his fingers along her jawbone. Katherine pushed him farther down the back of her throat, causing him to buck his hips in response. She heard him snarl at the feeling.

"Katerina." His low voice was a warning. "Tease me and you'll have a long night ahead of you."

Katherine hummed around the length of him, but then felt him tug on her hair as he pulled her back up to him. His lips found hers, and he flipped her around so that her back was to his chest. His hand immediately went between her legs, his other circling her waist like a vice. Katherine felt her knees give as his precise fingers rubbed through her underwear, feeling the patch of wetness grow beneath his touch.

"You did enjoy it, didn't you? Enjoyed being on your knees for me?"

She could only moan in response, her hips twisting in his grip, but he held her to him tightly.

He pressed her down onto the bed, her hips hanging from the bed and her palms flat as she moved her head to the side. He pulled the lacy underwear off her hips in one smooth movement, his hand coming up to cup her ass. He gave a slight swat, and she jumped at the warmth of the sting.

Elijah's body covered hers, his hand once more finding its way beneath her body and between her legs. She gasped at the feeling of his fingers slipping between her wet folds, his fingers finding her needy clit with ease. With his weight on top of her and the bed beneath her, she had no choice but to endure the waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She muffled her cries in the soft sheets of the bed, her body beginning to tremble as her first orgasm began to grow.

"Does that feel good, Katerina? Do you want to cum?"

She whined in response, backing her hips up closer to his fingers as much as he would allow. The weight of him, the warmth of his skin, the scent of him, and the sound of his voice, low and deep in her voice, it was too much to bear.

"Yes, Elijah, please, please..."

Begging, Katerina? That's unlike you. - I'd only do it for you.

Their past interaction rang in her ears the moment the words slipped past her lips, but she was desperate for release. His fingers quickened against her soaked pussy, and as she came closer and closer to her release... he stopped.

"Fuck! Elijah..."

He removed himself from her body, the cold chill of the room drafting over her skin. Goosebumps rose over her body as she rubbed her thighs together, desperate for release. Her heels clicked together as she whimpered.

"Please, Elijah..."

"You haven't been very good, have you, Katerina?"

His hands pushed her legs apart, then he pressed one against her lower back, steadying her hips. "Have you?" He asked again, giving her ass another swat. She hissed at the feeling.

"No! No, I haven't."

He tsk'd behind her, and she felt her arousal dripping between her thighs and onto the sheets of the bed. With his other hand, he placed his cock at her entrance and rubbed the head of it up and down her pussy, collecting her wetness. She arched her back at the feeling, but every time she tried to move her hips back to meet his, he kept her firmly in place.

"Only good girls get to cum, sweet Katerina."

With that, he slid into her, the entire length of him right to the hilt. Katherine gasped at the feeling, quickly releasing a deep moan as he began to move against her hips, settling a ruthless pace against her.

His hips thrusted in and out, slowing down occasionally only to purposefully roll his hips against hers so that his cock hit every delicious point of pleasure inside of her. Her clit was left untouched, and she almost reached between her legs to avail herself of the need.

His hand caught hers, and he placed both above her head for good measure, locking her wrists in the grip of one hand.

"You'll take what pleasure I give you."

She sucked a breath in as he increased his pace, his fingers on his other hand leaving bruises on her hips from his desperate grip. Katherine bucked her hips back, trying to meet his insistent pace.

Once he'd had his pleasure, he slid out of her slowly so she felt every moment, then pulled on her hip until she turned and laid on her back, then he released her hands from his grip.

"I'll be good, I swear..." She panted as she gazed up at him, her eyes hungrily drinking in his toned stomach and chest, the chiseled V-line of his hips, the strength of his thighs. His arms were a particularly favourite appreciation of hers, and she watched as the lean muscles shifted under his smooth skin. His eyes were aflame with desire, and his lips shifted into a crooked smile. She watched as he stroked himself once, twice.

He slid back between her folds, their eyes connecting as he spoke,

"That's my good girl."

Katherine brought her legs around his waist, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as he thrust back into her. Her heels scratched against his lower back, clicking together as he moved in and out with vampiric speed. She felt as though she would come apart just from the feeling of him inside her, the sight of his warm brown eyes and feeling of his skin sticking to hers. That was, until he slid his hand down to where she needed him most.

She nearly screamed at the feeling of him rolling his thumb over her clit, coupled with his thick cock rolling inside of her just right.

"Please," She groaned. "Please let me cum, Elijah."

"Do you deserve it, Katerina?" She heard his voice shake the slightest bit, and she knew that his release was close. He needed her as badly as she needed him, even all these centuries later. "Do you think you deserve my mercy?"

"I need it, I need it." She panted. She closed her eyes tightly together, unable to control the impending release. His fingers were too precise, too controlled. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was becoming impossible to resist giving into the temptation. "Please, I can't-"

"Cum for me, Katerina."

The moment those words left his lips, she came undone around him. Her hands gripped his forearms so hard that to any mortal man, she would've shattered their wrists. Elijah's hips continued to piston against hers, fingers delicately rolling over her clit as she rode out her orgasm, her hips stuttering at the feeling.

She watched as euphoria over took him, his features transforming as his release neared, gripping her hips tightly to him as his thrusts became shorter and closer. She tightened her ankles around his hips, keeping him close to her body. Moments later, he came inside of her, the last of his thrusts languid and slow inside of her. She winced at the overstimulation, but his hand soon fell away from her clit as pulled out of her.

She dropped her legs from around his waist and allowed her limbs to fall slack, the electricity of her release still shocking her every nerve. She felt utterly spent.

Elijah was already dressing himself, trousers buckled and with his shirt in tatters, he reached into a nearby dresser and pulled out a fresh one. Katherine raised a brow at that. Perhaps he frequented this apartment far more than she knew.

He threw it over his shoulders, followed by his tie. Within moments, he was dressed while she lay naked on the bed.

"I'd hasten, Katerina. Dawn is breaking, and I'm only giving you a day's headstart."

Katherine pressed her lips into a thin line, shaking off the remnants of the pleasure in her muscles as the cold rush of reality poured itself over her. She slid off the bed, quickly gathering her underwear and jeans, and what shreds remained of her top.

"How long will this go on, Elijah?" She could hardly conceal the tiredness in her voice as she dressed, running her fingers through her hair to try and regain some dignity. Her makeup was certainly beyond smudged and the mess of her curls the result of a good fucking.

"A long time." He responded quietly, but she didn't understand the meaning of his words until much later.

As she finished buttoning her jeans, Elijah raised a hand and placed it delicately on her jaw, mirroring the gesture she'd done just hours ago. Katherine felt her breath hitch despite everything they'd just done. The way he gazed at her was far more intimate than any of it.

Then, his eyes hardened. The cold stare returned and she knew nothing had really changed. History was repeating itself, just as he'd said.

"The next time I see you, Katerina, it will be the last. Are we clear?"

She wasn't naive; a single night of passion wasn't enough to spare her life. She knew better than to test Elijah again, and she certainly knew no such mercy awaited her if she ran into either of the Mikaelson brothers again.

The dawn was indeed beginning to break, with the navy blue sky beginning to lighten with each passing moment. Katherine didn't need to be told twice; once she collected her belongings, she disappeared from Elijah's sight without another word.

Once outside, the city was sparse apart from a few who either rose early to go to work, or whose night had yet to end. Katherine took a small breath of the summer air, feeling the breeze gently brush against her curls. She'd survived one more night. That was something. As she stood at the edge of the road, telltale signs of her pleasure still tingling the deepest parts of her, she found herself turning around and gazing back up at the old apartment building.

Elijah stood at the window, the picture of elegance, watching her every movement. She turned away, and disappeared into the dawn.

・❥・But if I catch you, the game will be over・❥・

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