''Hate is never the end of a love story.''
Summary:
This is a story of how Katherine Pierce and Klaus Mikaelson came to fall in love in their crazy, dysfunctional way...
Starts at tvd 4x12, Klaus escapes only hours after Bonnie trapped him in the...
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Katherine woke up the next day still dazed from a hangover. Her head was pounding as if it had suddenly gotten its own heartbeat, and she felt like throwing up. The room was spinning when she carefully stood up to change out of her dress before getting something to eat. She brought the rest of the pills Klaus had given her the night before too, because God knew she needed them.
After changing into some more comfortable clothes, she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. She noticed Klaus by the stove, making what looked like fried eggs with some vegetables. He threw a glance at her as she neared the bottom of the stairs, seemingly being the only Mikaelson present in the kitchen that afternoon.
"She's awake!" Klaus declared to the empty room as Katherine entered the kitchen, turning around to smirk at her as she pulled out a chair by the table and took a seat. "It's 1pm, you know."
"Ugh," Katherine groaned as she placed both her elbows on the table and put her head in her hands. "I still feel like I could sleep for another day or two."
"That's why you don't get drunk, especially not as a human," he said simply. "Next thing you know you pass out on your enemy, twice."
Katherine blinked before registering what he had just said, suddenly feeling utterly embarrassed as she hid her increasingly red face in her hands. "Sorry..." she mumbled.
"Oh no, I had quite the fun actually. Seeing my usually oh-so-strong nemesis in such an uncharacteristic and vulnerable state was quite amusing," he said with a smug face as he placed a glass of water in front of her.
She still didn't meet his eyes as she accepted the glass of water and quickly emptied it, swallowing two pills of aspirin as she did.
"So how did it go last night? Apart from the me thing."
Not that she really cared. She was only staying there temporarily anyways, so the politics of the place didn't interest her. She just wanted to change the subject from the... unfortunate accidents of the previous evening. Katherine assumed the night must had gone quite well due to the good mood Klaus seemed to be in.
"Well, apart from the you thing," he teased, pretending to think about it before continuing. "The leader of the primary werewolf pack here agreed to a hybrid deal, which means I'll have to get your blood as soon as today to uphold my part. The witches however weren't so pleased to be under my rule, but they at least seemed happier with my terms than those of Marcel."
"That's good, I guess..." Katherine wasn't too happy about what her role in the transformation of the werewolf pack would be, but she supposed being a blood bag for a little while couldn't be worse than most things she had experienced during her long life.
Katherine raised her head slightly to look over at the contents of the frying pan, checking if the food was ready soon. Klaus then put down the spatula, letting it rest on the side of the pan as he turned off the stove and started cleaning up any mess that might have spilled.
