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Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX:

In a blur of movements, Elijah stopped Klaus from lunging at her and threw him to the other side of the room. Marcel came to stand in front of her, one arm back as if to keep her from racing to the two violent vampires. 

“That’s fucking Katherine Pierce!” Klaus snarled. “I should have had her head cut off the moment she walked into my home.”

She gasped out loud. If his reaction to thinking she was Elena Gilbert was bad, it was nothing compared to this.

“Nothing has changed.” Elijah didn’t sound as calm as he should be. “She still has no memories. The marks on her back and your name are still there.”

“You’re only defending her because you’re blind to her,” Klaus snapped. “You loved her. She betrayed us, evade us, killed Jeremy bloody Gilbert and you loved her. She ran away before I could break my curse, and you still loved her.”

“Katerina and I are over,” Elijah said firmly. He cast an unreadable look in her direction. “This is about me protecting an innocent girl who’s been wronged. Probably by someone you wronged.”

“It’s an act,” Klaus said angrily. “No one plays the victim better than Katherine. Two days with us and she’s got you and Marcel wrapped around her fingers.”

She thought Elijah would have a smart retort in her defense, but when he fell silent, her stomach dropped. He believed what Klaus was saying.

“Hey, now.” Thank God, Marcel jumped in. “Let’s not make any assumptions. You’re scaring her.”

“Bloody right she should be scared.” Klaus was coming her way determinedly with murderous eyes. “This is the last time I’ll be fooled by-”

His phone came alive with a shrill ringing sound. She was pretty sure she’d jumped out of her skin when it did. 

“It’s the man I sent to Mystic Falls.”

“I thought you were going to call Caroline and the Salvatores?” Elijah asked.

Klaus smiled humorlessly. “And have that Damon imbecile race here to whisk her away? Not a chance,” he said. “It’s my bloody name on her skin.”

The possessiveness in his voice intrigued her. “Katherine or not?”

Why was he such an unnerving man? His head tilted to the side as he regarded her. She couldn’t tell if he was planning to carefully listen to her or was planning to slit her throat.

“If I was Katherine,” she said hesitantly. “What will you do with me?”

He looked her up and down. At all the Katherine features she had, at all the righteous Elena personality Elijah claimed she had. Eventually, he rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t let her get away,” he told Marcel. Her eyes widened. Should she be running away?

“Yes?” Klaus said into the phone, keeping Katherine in his line of vision. “What have you found?”

His hired-- and compelled to secrecy vampire/detective sighed. “You called in the middle of the night, Klaus. I hopped on the first flight-”

“I do not care,” Klaus proclaimed. “Is Elena Gilbert there?”

He sighed again. “No. As far as I could tell, actually, she’s dead.”

Klaus froze. His eyes were stuck to...Katherine’s. She looked scared and confused.

“I asked around town,” his vampire continued. “No one’s seen her for almost a month and a half. Her friends wear black. I even found her grave.”