Blood on the ground.

So much of it...

Staining everything, soaking into the pristine sidewalk, marring the perfect surface forever.

Reminding her of her mistakes. Her weaknesses...

But she didn't care at the moment. Everything was red.

She was in a rage.

Everyone she loved was gone.

Everything she'd ever known was dead.

She'd been tortured for the last time.


Caroline's body was racked with pain as another wolf, in human form, and the third one so far, stepped up and ruthlessly took a bite out of her shoulder. He made some lude references to Dracula and Twilight as he pushed her hair behind her ear to better see her pained expression. He was laughing jovially at his work as he moved and his buddy stepped up to the plate.

The fourth wolf watched as Caroline's skin knit itself back together from his pack-mate's bite before jerking her chin up, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were defiant, stoic even, as she stared him down, hiding her pain and fear as much as she could.

Her body was starting to shake of its own accord as though she had a fever, no matter how much she struggled to remain still. His eyes were wicked as he suddenly slammed her back against the wall she was chained to, pressing the full length of his body against hers. The vervain bit in her mouth kept her from speaking, but left her free to scream in disgust as she felt the erection trapped in his jeans against her leg. Her lips cracked again from the scabs attempting to heal but she was malnourished and the vervain was doing its job. She couldn't believe he was actually getting off on this. Watching her die, causing her the most excruciating pain she'd ever felt in her life. He stepped back, allowing her a second before he began to slowly lower his head to her neck.

He placed a trail of kisses from her jawline to the spot on her shoulder the last wolf had bitten, eliciting a weak sounding whimper. A voice interrupted him just as she felt his blunt human teeth hit her skin.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate." Her gasp was barely contained as her head snapped up to see who had spoken. Through the haze of wolf venom she could barely see the outline of someone on the stairs, her vision had been blurring for at least five minute, but she knew that voice.

The wolf glanced up at the still figure and scoffed.

"Fuck you buddy wait your turn." Before Caroline could even process the information around her, she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder, causing her to scream again. As quick as the sensation began she felt it intensify and rip away, taking a hunk of her shoulder with it. Her body shuddered one final time and she choked her cries out around the bit, praying Klaus wouldn't see her tears before she passed into unconsciousness.


Klaus angrily stared down at the broken bodies of the largest pack he had ever come across.

A rough estimate, he'd say there were at least sixty of them littered around the Lockwood Mansion in various states of carnage. He'd spared not one of them. A quick upward glance told him he would need to get Caroline somewhere safe from any strays looking for revenge before the full moon, which was going to be soon.

He couldn't believe the luck of this town most days, but inside he had known it was eventually going to run out.

This particular pack of wolves gave no warning of their approach, or their intentions. They just rode into town and started the silent slaughter. They had been like an army, silent and swift in their actions. Methodical, but peaceful deaths came to the humans. But when they found vampires, they had strung them up with vervain soaked chains by their wrists from trees to await the sunlight. They had gotten Stephen, who had fought so hard they ended up just killing him, and Jeremy, who had just managed to kill a few and see the rest of his arm-sleeve finishing itself off before his head hit the ground, his body dropping to follow it.

Damon had called Klaus to let him know as soon as he could, but that didn't leave him much time.

He had needed to find Caroline, she was running around somewhere, or hiding, scared to death but fighting bravely. But if his Ripper didn't stand a chance, how could the blonde baby vamp? His panic had rose with every house he searched and didn't find her.

The whole town was dead when he arrived finally, the grill and other buildings were on fire...It reminded him so much of the plundering gypsies from the dark ages and he was disgusted. He had caused his own share of trouble in his day, but in a thousand years he'd never slaughtered a whole town for no reason.

This is why they should all be sired to me. He couldn't hold his rage back any longer, he punched the wall of a burning building and watched blankly as it crumbled.

"Help me," he heard a small voice squeak, "please", the voice was followed by coughing. He turned around to see a girl, she looked about thirteen, sitting on the sidewalk in blood spattered clothes, crying. Immediately he was suspicious. Why would they spare her?

When the girl glanced up as he got within two feet of her, her eyes flashed gold and he knew.

She was a wolf. Such a small little thing was part of this bloody massacre. He tilted his head as she jumped from the ground, aiming her mouth at his neck, intending to catch him by surprise and bite him, but he caught her by the throat. Her eyes went wide as she began to choke and kick her feet in an effort to get away.

"Hello little cub. I suggest you tell me right now where your pack is at, or I will feed you my blood, kill you, wait until you reanimate and then watch you die again, bleeding from every orifice, nothing more than a rabid dog." The girl gasped as his own eyes flashed gold for a split second.

"Lo..cckwood..." She had barely finished her sentence before he snapped her neck with the easiest flick of his thumb and dropped her body to the ground.

When he arrived at the Lockwood mansion he had found Tyler's mother with her heart ripped out of her chest, Tyler hadn't been there to protect her.

He killed the army that awaited him outside, silently and efficiently. There was no banter, this was not a game. He knew they had Caroline because everyone else had been accounted for, so this was his last option. If she wasn't in the mansion with the twisted wolves he would spend his life searching for her, praying silently to Gods he didn't believe in that she had gotten away or gone into hiding.

When he reached the stairs leading to the basement he had to stop himself from rushing in. With a calm exterior he entered and immediately knew she was there. He could sense her long before he heard her whimpers or smelled her blood intermingled with the smell of dogs and...arousal.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you mate." His growl was almost silent, but all in the room heard and he watched Caroline's head weakly snap up to see him. The ignorant dog made some snippy comment about waiting his turn and his brittle control snapped.

The wolf had already sank his teeth into Caroline's shoulder by the time Klaus flashed over to him, and Klaus could all but hear the muscle in her shoulder ripping away as he yanked the wolf away, her cries stealing his heart from his chest with it.

He immediately tossed the body to the side and returned to the now unconscious Caroline. Seeing the bit in her mouth, her wrists, ankles and waist chained, made him want to resurrect each one of those fucking wolves and kill them all again, much more slowly this time. Klaus couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this way, not even when he daggered his siblings time and time again did he feel this low or helpless.

How could I let this happen to her? The words were a mantra, repeated over and over as he flashed her to his car, wondering where in the hell he was going to take her since he'd already been to her burning house and found her mother beheaded on the kitchen floor. There was nothing left for her here.

Where?