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Holding Out For A Hero (Kalijah)
Where have all the good men gone
And where are the Gods?
Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery seed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
It was a dark night in New Orleans, as Katherine walked, in search of Elijah. She needed his help, since he was the only Mikaelson who would help her in her time of need. Klaus would kill her, and Rebekah despised her, and she had never met any of their siblings; Kol and Finn. She needed help, because she had just escaped from the 1994 prison world from Kai, but he had done a number on her. She was in such horrific shape that her vision was blurry and tunnel-like. She used a hand to try and stay on her feet by using her hand to grip a wall of a building.
Cami left the bar after locking up for the night and headed down the desolate street, but stopped and approached a girl who looked like she could use some help.
“Do you need some help?” she asked, now in front of her, though it was a stupid question to ask. “What’s your name? Can I get anyone for you?”
“Katherine. I need Elijah,” the girl replied.
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There’s someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Elijah was in the bayou, heading home, when he got a call from Cami.
He answered after a few rings, wondering why she would be calling him at this late night hour.
“Camille,” he greeted her.
“Do you know anyone named Katherine? Apparently, she knows you.”
“Yes. Where is she?”
“Outside the bar. Hurry.”
“What has happened?”
“I don’t know. All I got out of her was her name and that she needed you. It looks like someone injured her. She’s lost a lot of blood.”
As she answered his question, he began to vamp speed towards where he knew the bar was at, knowing that when she said that she had lost a lot of blood, it meant that she was human. Despite everything, he would never wish death upon her. No matter what, he had to save her.
Up where the mountains meet the Heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there’s someone somewhere watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Upon arriving, he knelt at her side and gently pulled her into his arms. As he did so, Cami left. He bit his wrist and put it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to heal and save her.
A few minutes later, after her wounds had healed, he took it away. He then put her arm around his shoulders and got to his feet with her in his arms. He then headed to the compound, hoping she’d be okay.
Once in his room with the door closed, he gently layed her down in his bed and sat on her bedside, his hand in hers, his right hand resting on the side of her face. He didn’t want to lose her, but in her state, he didn’t know if she could hear him or not, so all he could do was stay at her side and hope for her to fight like she always had for 500 years.
She didn’t know how long she was out, but when she woke up, she was in his bed with him on her bedside, one hand on the side of her face and another in her hand.
He gave a smile and she smiled back.
“You’re awake,” he greeted. “What has happened to you?”
He took his hands away and she slowly sat up, before telling him everything.
In the end, she lived and they got back together.
And where are the Gods?
Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery seed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
It was a dark night in New Orleans, as Katherine walked, in search of Elijah. She needed his help, since he was the only Mikaelson who would help her in her time of need. Klaus would kill her, and Rebekah despised her, and she had never met any of their siblings; Kol and Finn. She needed help, because she had just escaped from the 1994 prison world from Kai, but he had done a number on her. She was in such horrific shape that her vision was blurry and tunnel-like. She used a hand to try and stay on her feet by using her hand to grip a wall of a building.
Cami left the bar after locking up for the night and headed down the desolate street, but stopped and approached a girl who looked like she could use some help.
“Do you need some help?” she asked, now in front of her, though it was a stupid question to ask. “What’s your name? Can I get anyone for you?”
“Katherine. I need Elijah,” the girl replied.
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There’s someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Elijah was in the bayou, heading home, when he got a call from Cami.
He answered after a few rings, wondering why she would be calling him at this late night hour.
“Camille,” he greeted her.
“Do you know anyone named Katherine? Apparently, she knows you.”
“Yes. Where is she?”
“Outside the bar. Hurry.”
“What has happened?”
“I don’t know. All I got out of her was her name and that she needed you. It looks like someone injured her. She’s lost a lot of blood.”
As she answered his question, he began to vamp speed towards where he knew the bar was at, knowing that when she said that she had lost a lot of blood, it meant that she was human. Despite everything, he would never wish death upon her. No matter what, he had to save her.
Up where the mountains meet the Heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there’s someone somewhere watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the morning light
He’s gotta be sure
And it’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life
Upon arriving, he knelt at her side and gently pulled her into his arms. As he did so, Cami left. He bit his wrist and put it to her lips, making his blood go down her throat to heal and save her.
A few minutes later, after her wounds had healed, he took it away. He then put her arm around his shoulders and got to his feet with her in his arms. He then headed to the compound, hoping she’d be okay.
Once in his room with the door closed, he gently layed her down in his bed and sat on her bedside, his hand in hers, his right hand resting on the side of her face. He didn’t want to lose her, but in her state, he didn’t know if she could hear him or not, so all he could do was stay at her side and hope for her to fight like she always had for 500 years.
She didn’t know how long she was out, but when she woke up, she was in his bed with him on her bedside, one hand on the side of her face and another in her hand.
He gave a smile and she smiled back.
“You’re awake,” he greeted. “What has happened to you?”
He took his hands away and she slowly sat up, before telling him everything.
In the end, she lived and they got back together.
0 | Aug 18th 2019 08:55