It wasn't often that Katherine admitted that she was wrong. It literally wasn't in her vocabulary. Right now, however, she could admit it. She'd known the darkness that lingered in Elijah's mind better than anyone else, and still she had pushed him to this point. It was stupidity and anger on her part that caused her to act without thinking.

The sound of her heels clicking against the floor no doubt had drawn Elijah's attention, and stepping down the small step into the room Elijah was at, she knew she was correct as he told her to sit. Her brow came up as she looked around the room. Blood was everywhere. She'd seen her fair share of vampire's off the track but this had taken the cake.

"I think I'll stand," she spoke, shifting her weight slightly as she looked at him.

Katherine looked up at him as he towered above her. At his order, she raised a brow at him. Shifting her weight, she crossed her arms over her chest as she locked gazes with him. She should have been afraid, intimidated at least, but she wasn't. She never had been.

"No," she responded, stepping towards him so that they were practically nose to nose. She tilted her head at him, and her jaw was set in defiance. He might not have cared about getting blood all over his clothes but the jeans she currently wore were over a hundred dollars and she wasn't about to get blood on them.

Katherine rolled her eyes slightly. She stepped further into the room, closer to him, avoiding random body parts as she went. His words about making herself at home, had her raising a brow at him in annoyance. She didn't comment on it however, but his next sentence had her teeth grinding together.

"Well isn't that mature," she spoke. "Okay, Elijah, you've had your fun. I think it's time for the good Elijah to come back to play because I'm really getting tired of trying to clean up your messes."

She leaned forward some, resting her hands on the armrest of the chair he was sitting on. She felt the wet, sticky feeling of blood under her skin, but ignore it.

Katherine sighed heavily, and straightened. She stumbled slightly as he pushed past her, and she let out an aggravated breath. She turned to face him, and her brows came together in confusion as he spoke. At first she didn't quite get what he was saying until the last bit. Her expression changed from confusion to anger.

"And?" She asked finally. "You didn't honestly expect me to care about one girl who just happened to be related to me by some distant circumstance, did you? Come now, Elijah...even with your brain off in darkness land you know me better than that."

With each revelation, Katherine's gut twisted further. Realization dawned on her, and she turned slightly to let her gaze sweep across the bodies. They were all related to her. In some way or fashion, each one of them could be traced back to her if you knew how to look, and Elijah did. He knew everything about her.

"What did you do?" She asked after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. She whirled to face him, closing the distance between them in a few short strides. "What did you do?!" She hissed at him. Now that she knew, she couldn't bring herself to look at any of them. She felt sick to her stomach.

Katherine turned her head away slightly as he whispered into her ear. Her teeth ground together until her jaw hurt, and she could taste her blood in her mouth as her gums began to bleed. He was right. She'd realized her mistake almost as soon as she had done it, the ferosity in which he attacked her had made her realize she'd messed up. This? This was worse.

She watched him as he walked around her. Her eyes were dark with anger. As he pulled the girl, her breath caught in her throat. She turned to face him, licking her lips as she started towards him. Holding her hands out slightly, she spoke.

"Elijah...let her go." She watched for a moment, and swallowed. "You're going to regret this...all of this. You're going to hate yourself...do one thing you won't regret. Let her go...please."

Katherine didn't even pause to think about how it had been too easy. It had been too easy to get him to agree, and she should have known. She'd barely caught the girl before she felt the blood spray of blood against her. She closed her eyes, flinching as blood splattered her face. She heard the soft thump against the ground as the heart fell against the floor, and she sank to her knees carrying the girls body with her as she did.

"You might not feel anything now," she whispered softly. "But you will...and when you do...you will destroy yourself. And I will enjoy watching it happen." She finished in a vicious hiss. She was more angry at herself, however. This had been her fault. She glanced around briefly, and looked back at him.

"What was the point in this?"