"Don't even think about it, sweetheart." Klaus said lowly. He watched as she bared her teeth at him more.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
After years of him chasing her, her flirting back but ultimately rejecting him, he had finally won her – as much as she wasn't a prize, effectively that is what he had done. . .won her affection, her smile, her love. But after the Werewolves had attacked. . .and after so much fighting, they were unable to save her –no, their friends. Of course he had done everything he could to save them all for her – as much he had come to call them all friends, he only wanted to help them because of how much she cared for each of them.
She had changed.
She didn't blame him. . .she blamed herself for her friends demise – if she hadn't left Tyler for the Original Hybrid, then he wouldn't have flipped and brought his pack to attack after years of training them. At least that was how she saw it.
He had spent weeks watching her spiral, he tried to help her, had done everything he could think of. . .but it hadn't worked.
She had flipped the switch without meaning to. She wasn't his Vampire Barbie, his happy-smiley-beautiful other half. She wasn't his Caroline anymore.
He was the most powerful Vampire there was, but what good did that do when he didn't know how to help the woman he loved?
"Caroline, I am begging you," He started. He watched as she started moving towards him –her body swaying seductively without meaning it to, but her hands were getting ready to claw and her mouth widening in an animalistic way.
He knew what was going to happen.
She was going to attack. . .and he had to retaliate. She had to be stopped. He would stop her; he was the only one who loved her enough to.
He watched her snarl and then she started towards him faster. "Come back to me love." Klaus begged. . .and then he went for her.
End!
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