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Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe

Elijah & Katherine

From: Lovely Vero

Since more than five hundred years, Elijah had tried to find "her"; but without luck, her being his romantic obsession, the young human girl, Katerina Petrova, now a vampire and renamed Katherine Pierce. When he had laid his eyes on Elena Gilbert, her doppelganger, he had thought for a split second that his "Katerina" was back in his life, only to be cheated by time and the perfidy of life, once more.

Obligated to present himself at Nicklaus slaves' auction, what a shock to him, when he raised his sight on the podium only to notice that one of the slaves is in fact Katerina! What could have put her in such bad predicament? No time for him to think, he would offer the highest sum to have her sold to him, and to have him become her master!

Chapter 1

"Prologue - Katerina"

"What are you waiting for? Move!'' A corpulent, toothless man yelled to the slaves who were walking toward an opened door, in a perfect row, restrained with chain placed both at their wrists and ankles.

The truck that came to its final destination not even ten minutes ago; emptied his load of human merchandise into a narrowed, dark alley behind a large and imposing building.

Heads down, haggard eyes, bruises covering their forearms were added prove of the obvious abuse perpetrated to these young victims; that were slowly walking toward a gloomier, darker future in front of their chained path.

"Where are we?" A brunette asked, before elevating her left hand as a visor. The sun was too bright for her to keep her eyes fully opened.

"Bulgaria, what does it change to you?" The toothless man replied, dryly.

Bulgaria? She was back in her country!

"Listen… Please, listen to me?" The same brunette, with long curly hair grabbed the toothless man's right upper arm.

"Don't discuss the orders, follow the others slave!" He lashed out, while pushing her back to the straight line.

"No, you don't understand, there's been a mistake of identity." The brunette pushed the issue. "Listen! I'm a vampire! I shouldn't even be in line with these poor women!" She added, frantically; while letting her vampirism facial traits appear in front of the man's sight, with sharp fangs, and reddish purple lines appearing around her eyes. "See; I'm a beast in disguise… Detach me; and I'll swear I'll keep my mouth close and lips sealed on this trafficking of women." She promised, wincing disdainfully at all the poor souls standing in front and back of her own position.

The obese man eyed her for a few seconds, before leaning his head back only to burst into loud laugher.

"A mistake of identity, I highly doubt it, sweetheart!" The man exclaimed loudly, a greasy hand placed on top of his huge belly to calm the tremors or his laughter. "You want to see? I'm a vampire too … Boo!" He let his fangs appear, with the most monstrous display of vampirism the brunette had ever witnessed. "What can I say to you? Some customers have your kind in high demand, I suppose?" The disgusting man shrugged his shoulders, fatalist. "Now be a good girl, follow the batch and stay in line!"

"No, no, no … Listen to me, please!" She grabbed his forearm, once more, as a last attempt to regain her freedom. "My name is Katherine Pierce, you must have heard of me? I could give you a lot of money if you're willing… I mean, if you're willing to free me from this hell… What do you say, do we have a deal, buddy?" The bombshell vampire begged, seductively, while arching an eyebrow, still hopeful of finding a way out of this bad predicament. And only God knew that Katherine Pierce was not one to beg… EVER!

"Well…" The disdainful man rubbed the scruff on the tip of his chin. "It's a tempting offer, sweetheart." He studied her closely for a few seconds. "But do you think I'm crazy?" He busted, once more, into loud laugher; before pushing Katherine in a lying position, on the pavement, the weight of his right boot crashing her back to maintain her in a restrained position. "I'll get ten times the fee for your beautiful ass than what you could pay me!" He lashed out, angrily; with the sour taste of his breath brushing the back of her head. "Now say that you're sorry, and we'll let you have the chance to be sold, instead of pouring your heart out of your chest, am I clear?''

Katherine closed her eyes, slowly nodding her head in approval of the man's say. This was neither the time nor the place to play out her escape.

"I did not hear you say that you were sorry, slave?" He lashed out near her ears, forcefully grabbing a hand full of her tangled hair. "You need to give the example to the other girls now."

Katherine closed her eyes and fists, her broken nails painfully scratching the inside of her hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" She managed to let the words escape her lips.

"Good! Now get up and walk!" The man ordered her.

She had ran away more than five hundred years from the Hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson, all of her life, hiding in faraway cities and countries; never settling her feet anywhere, and for what? To be captured and sold to the highest bidder as a slave? If this was not so pathetic she would laugh!

The male silhouette stood in front of the bay window, shoulders straight, eyes narrowed on the mountains at the horizon and the grey sky covering the gloomy autumnal scenery. A veil of worrisome covered his sight, while a few expression lines surrounded the severity of his manly lips. He rose a glass to his mouth, held tightly by his right hand to taste a few sips of the warm alcohol that granted him a small escape from his present suffering. Undeniably, the man's debonair flair and dark charm filled the study room with their presence.

Elijah Mikaelson had been scattering the earth, back and forth, country by country, but without succeeding his quest to find "her". "Her", being his ultimate obsession, Katerina Petrova, now renamed Katherine Pierce since her transition into vampirism more than five hundred years ago. His choice of residence in Bulgaria had been entirely chosen as a last attempt to not lose touch with the memory of her that was fading day after day…. Though he could still remember the facial traits of the sweet human girl who had captured his heart and soul ages ago, her angelic smile, her sweetness, tenderness, gentleness had brought humanity back to his heart.

He was not gullible as to believe that those qualifiers could still fit her personality. For what he had heard of Katherine Pierce through the centuries, she had become a fearless and lethal adversary for who would chose to cross her road.

His meeting with Rose a few weeks ago had only brought more deception into his heart, when he had stood in front of her doppelganger; the very lovely Elena … But Elena Gilbert was no Katerina!

The Original vampire sighed loudly, lowering his head and sight to his glass, the hold of his hand whitening his knuckles under his strong strength. The shrill noise of broken glass suddenly disturbed the silence of the room, unexpectedly spreading pieces and drops of blood on the white Persian rug.

A discreet knock on the door disturbed his dark thoughts; while granting him the welcoming chance to come back to the present time and reality.

''Yes, come in!" Elijah cleared his throat, giving the order.

"Good morning, boss." Viktor greeted, nodding his head politely to his employer, before placing himself, in front of the mahogany desk, both hands crossed over is prominent chest.

"Leads on her whereabouts?" Elijah turned his head and sight toward his Bulgarian bodyguard.

"What happened to your hand?" Viktor raised his chin and eyebrows at the opened wounds on his employer's hand.

"It's nothing that you should be concerned about." Elijah brushed the subject off, sliding his left hand in the inside pocket of his impeccable Armani Jacket to pull a handkerchief with the letters E & M embroidered, before wiping the blood away from the opened cuts of his skin. "So?"

"No… I'm sorry." The bodyguard shook his head. "She had been seen in Russia two months ago, but since then, nothing; it's like she had vanished from the face of the earth." He confirmed the bad news.

"Then it's time for me to put the search to rest, for good." Elijah announced abruptly, taking a few steps to reach the bar.

"To put it to rest as: I'm ceasing all research to find Katherine Pierce?" Viktor asked his employer, astonishment plastered on his face. Since the first day he had took employment in the Mansion as Elijah's right arm man, one of his functions has been to find that woman for him.

"Yes, it's exactly what I'm saying." Elijah nodded, his shaking left hand grabbing a bottle of vodka.

"But, boss … You've wanted me to find that woman since the first day I've started working for you?'' The imposing man commented, surprised.

"And now you've just received a new order, let it go, Viktor!" Elijah snapped at him, harshly; gulping his glass of vodka in a single gulp. "I'm done chasing after her."

"I didn't mean any disrespect, Boss." Viktor replied, straightening his shoulders in a tensed posture.

"You did not disrespect me, Viktor … I'm just a bit on edge." Elijah replied, apologetically. "Please forgive my misstep."

"There's nothing to forgive, Mister Mikaelson." Viktor nodded respectfully, a ghost of a smile spreading on his full lips.

Two years already, since that specific day when Elijah had found this Bulgarian man, named Viktor Ivanov, lying on the side of the road. The poor lard had been bitten to death, with only a few more breaths left inside of his lungs to hold him alive before meeting his own dead. Viktor had raised his imploring sight on the Original to either save his life, or kill him once in for all to end his pain and misery. The rest was history; Viktor had regained an eternal life in the form of a vampire, and hadn't left the Original's side since that day.

"You wanted me to prepare the limousine? Can you inform me of our destination?" Viktor questioned, mostly curious.

"We're heading toward Sofia, the capital." Elijah informed him, while repositioning himself in front of the window.

"Is it for pleasure of business?" Viktor inquired.

"Unfortunately for me, it's neither… You can call it a chore of the worst kind if you must put a title on it." Elijah winced, disdainfully; raising his right hand to stroke both eyelids.

"I'm not aware that someone could force something on you?" Viktor let a smirk raised the right side of his lips.

"No one can, except my brother Nicklaus! He attends slave's auctions from time to time; with the prospect of buying human merchandise to turn them into minions that will obey him at a snap of a finger." Elijah explained from the tip of his tongue.

"It's sick!" Viktor busted, before closing his eyes and fists to retain his anger. "I'm sorry; pardon my outburst, it's not my place to judge a member of your family." He apologized, lowering his head.

"Believe me; I'm as disgusted as you are, if not more." Elijah reassured his right arm man. "If it's any consolation, it's rarely for his sexual inclinations. Klaus is not one to buy for that kind of favor coming from a woman. Why would he do it, when he obviously can compel them?" He added, frowning.

"If I may ask, how are you mixed up in all of this, Mister Mikaelson?" Viktor wondered out loud, politely.

"I'm mixed up in this because of the twisted sense of humor of my sibling." Elijah rolled his eyes to the grey sky. "We did not keep in touch for many years now, but he had found a way to include my name on a jet-set list as one of the invitees of this secret sorority of Masters. From time to time, I go and I try to buy a few slaves, only to free the ones who are underage from this human trafficking."

"To release them and bring them back to their families, if I am not mistaking?" Viktor replied, while letting a sigh of relief escaping his lips. Thank God! His boss was not one of these sexual predators. "You've scared me for a second, boss."

"I'm not a monster, Viktor, at least, not that kind of monster." Elijah nodded, while turning on himself to face his bodyguard. "At the same time if I'm too obvious in my ways, I won't be able to attend; and I'll be denied of access, that is why I'm spacing out my visits to buy slaves."

"I'll prepare the limousine and accommodation in Sofia as we speak." Viktor made a reverence, before turning on himself to reach the door; suddenly holding still, with his right hand placed on the handle. "Louisa?" He called the name as a question. Could the young maid actually be one of the past victims Elijah had freed from slavery?

"One day, you'll be too perceptive for you own good, Viktor." Elijah let a smile raised the left corner of his lips. "Let it be, Louisa is not one who likes to share her past."

"You meant it as: she doesn't share anything, right?" Viktor rolled his eyes, a small laugh escaping his throat. That young woman was close as an oyster! But still one of the few staff members that Elijah Mikaelson had granted his trust to. "Boss… I just want to be sure that you want me to cease all research to find Katherine Pierce?" He asked, wanting one last reassurance. He knew little if not nothing at all about Elijah's obsession for that vampire woman, but one sure thing that he was certain about was his deep affection for her.

"Yes, let me burry the past once in for all." Elijah replied, toneless; while keeping his eyes tightly closed.

Humiliated… That's what Katherine Pierce felt since her arrival in this hell!

She had been brought, with the other girls, into a public shower, where she had been forced to strip off her clothes and pushed under the showerhead with a cheap soap thrown into her hands. After a few boots kicks in her waist and hips, she had realized that her repetitive demands to be let free were vain, and after all these bastards seemed indifferent by their nakedness, they were nothing more than merchandise to them.

If the prospect of showering in front of these low life jerks was not humiliating enough, she had been dressed of the finest silk lingerie, matching off-white bra and panties, with black lace as accent, only to be pushed without manners toward a dark corridor, with her wrists and ankles still chained to the other female victims.

"Where are we going now?" Katherine whispered to the previous toothless man; that was once again standing by her side.

"You're a very curious one, aren't you?" He replied, annoyed by her constant insistence.

"My offer to free me in exchange of a large sum of money still sustain if you're still interested?" Katherine tried at last resort.

"Did you take a good look at yourself, sweetheart?" The disgusting man replied, in a loud laughter. "You're a bombshell, a real treat for the eyes; any sicko present at this auction would want you as his sex-slave.

"Auction… You mean today, as of now?" Katherine realized, in shock.

"What? You think we've dressed you up for an afternoon nap?" He added, before pushing the brunette back to the straight line. "Stop bothering me, and accept your faith slave!"

Accept her fate! Her… Katherine Pierce? NEVER!

She would find a way to escape and get away from this nightmare, and not a single Master in the world, would manage to tame her to his sick perversities!

"Mister Mikaelson, what an honor to have you with us, this year." the manservant of ceremony nodded respectfully, inviting the Original inside the auction room, with a polite gesture of his right hand.

"Like wise." Elijah nodded in return, passing the threshold, with Viktor close-by on his heels.

He suddenly winced at the tacky opulence of his present surroundings: burgundy carpet, red velvet chairs placed around large tables, where outrageous flowers arrangements were placed in the middle, a few cages with underage young women surrounded the bar lounge area, and a few additional ones were hanging from the ceiling, where half-naked slaves were displayed for the guests' entertainment as pole dancers, and finally a large platform placed in the middle of the room where the new human merchandise would be brought for the potential buyers.

"Can I offer you a glass of champagne?" The host proposed to the Original.

"No thank you, I'm here for business, not for pleasure." Elijah shook his head in negation. "Can you show me to my seat, please?"

"Mister Mikaelson, with all these beauties displayed for your enjoyment, how can you say this is not mixing business with pleasure?" The man winked, while gesturing toward a sitting position at the table number 22. "Enjoy the show." He added, making a reverence before turning on his heels to meet another guest.

Elijah sat on his chair, pulling on his impeccable Armani jacket, before waving a finger at Viktor, who took a few steps forward, arms crossed over his chest, his head bend near his boss's.

"Scatter the room; you'll see a few underage slaves displayed in cages near the bar, buy them all, no question asked, money is no problem." Elijah whispered his instructions.

"I'll do as you ask, boss. Viktor replied, with a discreet nod; strengthening his upper body, before leading his walking steps toward his task at hands.

Elijah grabbed the paddle placed on the table in front of his sitting position, with the number seventy two incised on its wood. The faster this sickening circus would start, the faster he could finally be free!

More than dozen of female slaves and a few male ones had already been auctioned and bought by business men and Arabic sheiks from all around the world, who kept their identities hidden by placing a stand-by in their places, who kept cellular phones near their ears to bid a higher price if necessary.

Elijah Mikaelson raised the right sleeves of his shirt and jacket to take a look at his watch. He knew that he would soon need to buy a slave to keep his cover intact, but for a strange reason he kept waiting?

"And now gentlemen, we'll bring a sublime acquisition that could only rise the enthusiasm of buyers!" The auction presenter exclaimed, from his podium. "A female vampire, a rare beauty, the kind of species we can only auctioned when possible."

Katherine Pierce was pushed unceremoniously on the platform, his gaoler, the toothless man, pulling on a collar placed on her throat, a chain joined to her restrained wrists and ankles, with the light of the projectors forbidden her for seeing any of the buyers in the room.

A febrile excitement emerged in the heart of the room, cellphone ringing none stop, the bidding starting at a surprisingly high price.

Elijah stood from his sitting position, while standing still, a petrified expression plastered on his face… This couldn't be true? It was impossible, right? But, yet Katerina Petrova was standing in front of his sight as real as the first time he had met her in 1492!

Viktor noticed his boss's standing position, placing his left hand on the gun he kept underneath his jacket; his eyes scattering the room on the lookout for danger. Granted he was a vampire, but sometimes a good shot in the guts could as easily do the job! And then, he saw "her" … Her being the woman his employer had scattered the planet to find!

"I'll give ten million of Lev!" A man yelled, raising the wooden paddle in the air; religiously listening to the order given to him in his cellphone.

"I'll give 15 million of Lev for the vampire slave!" Another one yelled back.

"I'll give 25 million of Lev!" A third one shouted his price, bidding a higher price.

"I'll give 100 millions of American dollars!" Elijah Mikaelson exclaimed, loudly; triggering a total silence in the room.

"What is he doing?" Viktor mumbled to himself, in shock.

The silence stretched the time in undying seconds and minutes.

"100 millions of American dollars, once … Twice … Sold to paddle #72!" The presenter exclaimed, under the polite clapping of hands.

A cold shiver pierced Katherine's spine when she heard the large amount of money the hoarsely voice had shouted to buy her as a slave. Sick bastard that he was!

"Well; sweetheart you've been sold!" The toothless man exclaimed, bringing Katherine backstage by pulling on her collar.

"Who is he? Who's that man who bought me?" Katherine asked, her hand pulling on her gaoler right forearm.

"You should practise calling him: Master, as of now. And, that's what you want to know, who is he?" The man titled his head toward the back, before bursting into loud laughter. "Sweetheart, you should ask yourself what he plans to do with your pretty ass instead!"

Thank you, as always, for reading the prologue titled "Katerina" of this new Kalijah story, guys!

I thought I would wait for 2015 to publish this new story; little that I knew that I am not a patient one when it comes to Kalijah ;)

I'd been reading two trilogy of the same "genre" the past few months, from two wonderful books authors that I've discovered by the hazard of life: Pepper Winters and C.J. Roberts. And though the "genre" is not to everybody's taste, the additional thought that Elijah and Katherine would fit perfectly into this kind of story couldn't leave my mind for a second, and was the final push I needed at the end to write it… And yes, I know; I'm the kind of fan fiction writer who will always take chances with her story ideas, and I hope that I will give justice to the "genre" and to this fiction, while writing it in a more toned-down, accessible and appropriate way for the readers to read and enjoy it.

For those in the Kalijah side of this site who are wondering if I've dropped A gentleman and his family sequel, the answer is "no". I'll reprise chapter one and update it as soon as the Seven Sins fiction is completed.

Just be patient with the updates though, I need to write this one along with two of my other ones (though one is near the end).

Much love to all the readers who will follow this new story;

Lovely Vero