Title: Coming Home
Setting: Right after 3x09 (BRILLIANT EPISODE), with Klaus hanging up on Stefan's call after he discovers his family was stolen.
Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries and all its characters do not belong to me. The plot of this fanfiction is mine though.
A/N: I love Klaus, ever since we learned about him through Elijah. I don't believe he's evil, but then again. I don't believe anyone is. Some mistakes are just bigger than the rest and can sometimes feel unforgivable.
I want to know more about Klaus, and this was what I felt was his reaction to the call. Although, I've never written for him before, and if I go off character, I am very sorry. He deserves some justice, this guy!
Enjoy!
For the first time in millenniums, he feels weary.
Tired of all the running and chasing, he lets his body give way. The sound of him falling to the floor of the empty truck is as hollow as he feels.
Once again, his family is gone. Stolen, no less, by the one man he considered to be a friend.
There is no comfort in his rest. In fact, there is no rest – there hasn't been since he took his mother's life. Comfort – what is that, now?
A bitter, short laugh escapes his cracked lips. He looks around him and he can almost picture them all, together. It brings a sour taste in to his tongue because even after what had just transpired in that damned small town, he still sees his father.
No matter how much he tries to deny it, his father is part of his family. In this way, he knows his father will always haunt him, a reminder that he can never make their family whole again – this is the same way he remembers his mother.
"Even in death father, you punish me for my betrayal," Klaus whispers harshly to the empty vehicle, "A betrayal I never intended, if you would believe me – which you never did."
As the last words leave his lips, anger seeps in. It brings him to his feet and he starts pacing inside the truck.
He shouts in frustration, his fist coming square with a side of the truck. He doesn't bother controlling himself, he punches a hole straight through. He is about to turn around when he sees her horrified face through the hole.
A grin spreads across his face. In a second, he is out of the truck and right in front of her. He cups her face with both hands.
"Hello love, you've come just in time! I was hoping for a quick bite," he drawls, enjoying the sound of the girl's whimpering.
He dives right in to his treat, her screams exciting him. As soon as the thick, warm liquid touches his lips, his vision becomes blurry with lust.
In a few seconds, the human is dead and lying hapless on the ground. He doesn't blink.
He has had his revenge. He has brought back honour to his family. Mikael was dead, along with their mother – both were ultimately responsible for breaking their family apart and he has done the right thing, he has avenged his siblings.
He was almost done. He was so close.
Another shout. It rips through him. He cannot hold back. When he's done, he leans against the truck. He breathes. The question leaves his lips softly.
"Why am I still alone?"
He doesn't know why he's whispering. He knows no one can hear.
He knows no one is there.
So that's it. I realize that he may have come across as too fragile but I somehow got this impression that he just about had it with all the shit in his life when he hang up on Stefan so aggressively, I mean, his face was really contorted.
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