I Won't Give Up (Kalijah)

*American Gothic*



When I look into your eyes

It’s like watching the night sky

Or a beautiful sunrise

Well, there’s so much they hold

And just like them old stars

I see that you’ve come so far

To be right where you are

How old is your soul?

Well, I won’t give up on us

Even if the skies get rough

I’m giving you all my love

I’m still looking up

And when you’re needing your space

To do some navigating

I’ll be here patiently waiting

To see what you find

‘Cause even the stars they burn

Some even fall to the earth

We’ve got a lot to learn

God knows we’re worth it

No, I won’t give up

I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily



        It was a beautiful day in Pennsylvania, as Katherine and Elijah stood in front of each other.

        “Is that what I am to you? A means of survival?”

        “No. Of course, you’re not a means of survival. You looked out for me, when I had no one. You’ve given me a second chance now, when no one else will.” She rested a hand on the side of his face. “I love you. Elijah.”

        He turned his face away.

        She dropped her hand.

        “You don’t believe me.”

        He looked at her.

        “I want to. It’s my disease. I just keep wanting to believe you, but how can I when, at every turn, you give me a reason to doubt you? I don’t know you. I don’t think I ever will.”

        He began to walk away.

        She caught up with him and put a hand on his arm.

        “Wait.”

        He stopped and looked at her hand, then her, then her hand, and finally her again.

        She got the hint and let go.

        “Goodbye, Katherine.”

        She watched, as he walked away.



*Night*



        It was a dismal night, as she stood in front of him.

        “What do you want?” he asked in an irritated tone.

        “To tell you that you’re right. I’ve spent so much time running and lying to survive that I—I’m starting to believe my own lies. I don’t even remember who I was when we first met. And I want to find out.” She took a black box out of her purse.

        “You have the cure,” he stated.

        “Yes, and I can shove this down Klaus’ throat and try to kill him, but even if I managed to do it, I’d lose you. And I don’t want that to happen.” She put the cure in his hand. “I need you to trust me. I want you to trust me. Just like I’m trusting you. You don’t owe me anything. I’m going to let you decide where we go from here.”

        He watched, as she walked away, before looking down at the cure in his hand.



*American Gothic- Mikaelson Mansion*



I’m here to stay and make the different that I can make

Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use

The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake

And in the end, you’re still my friend, we didn’t burn

We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in

I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not, and who I am

I won’t give up on us

Even if the skies get rough

I’m giving you all my love

I’m still looking up, I’m still looking up



        It was a nebulous night, as Elijah stood in front of her. He’d just told her that he was leaving town to help Klaus in New Orleans.

        “Please, Elijah. It’s our turn,” she pleaded with him.

        “Katerina.”

        He kissed her on the forehead.

        “Goodbye, Katerina.”

        She could only watch, as he left. She didn’t show it, but it hurt that he’d just left her for Klaus, yet again. This time, she knew that Elijah had given up on her redemption. She knew he’d lost his trust in her. She could only hope that he’d come back for her someday.



*I Know What You Did Last Summer*



Well I won’t give up on us (No I’m not giving up)

God knows I’m tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)

We’ve got a lot to learn (We’re alive, we are loved)

God knows we’re worth it (and we’re worth it)

I won’t give up on us

Even if the skies get rough

I’m giving you all my love

I’m still looking up



        It was a dark night, as Elijah returned to town, having heard what had happened between Katerina and Elena. He knew he had to come back, knowing that she most likely felt alone and was afraid. She had many enemies and she’d loved being a vampire. Being a vampire had been everything. She needed help and protection and he’d be glad to give it to her. He may have left, but he still loved her with his whole heart. If anything happened to her, those responsible would regret harming her in any way, shape, or form. He’d die for her if it ever came down to it.

        He stopped the car, seeing a wrecked car with her still in it, and blurred to her side of the car. He opened the door. There was some blood on the left side of her head and scratches in other places, but it looked like she’d be okay. She’d just blacked out was all.

        He gently picked her up in his arms and set her in the passenger seat of his car. Then he began driving back to New Orleans.