REPOST! I wasn't making sens anymore...
I'll do better this time.

xoxo
L.M

From a far he looked like nothing more than a broken hearted man. A shell of greatness.

One might mistake him for a soft hearted youngling, drinking away his misery next to a small warm flame. A fire build by friends who were now all fast asleep in their tent's, not seeing the lonely man they had left behind. Images of a wild beerfest with drunken songs and light hearted laughter might come to mind at the sight of a slow dying fire in a clumsily build camp were this sad man was downing one bier after the other, because someone had not thought to supply whisky for the true liquor lovers.

If it were not for blank expressing on his face and his empty dark blue eyes, you might even think he was nothing more than the last man standing, pondering over the reasons for his existence in his drunken dream world. But exactly that particular expression on his unshaven face would make you hesitant. It would made you stagger back a few passes and maybe even suspect… Then after awhile, his eyes staring into nothingness that is invisible for your eyes would have had you take in his surroundings and then you would see the truth.

You would see the rusty dried blood on his left elbow, and the dark sweat spots on his dark shirt. The moon falling on his stone like face on which no tears are present and the empty beer bottles that are scattered around him. If he were to look up from the emptiness and the despair you think you saw in this lonely man, you would turn around and run.

No, this is not a lonely man left alone by his companion's to grief over whatever misfortune has come his way.
Nor is this a heartbroken man in distress.
If anyone would get the chance to look into his cold blue eyes and really took their time, they would see death was sitting next to a dying campfire.
A campfire build by friends, who now all lay unmoving around it.

Klaus sat on a fallen tree log the werewolves had dragged into their camp. They had a pretty nice thing going here. Warm fire, plenty of sitting space and a buck load of beers. Perfect for a night of wolfing about, so he figured. He downed his bier and stretched.
Too bad nothing tasty had survived his experiment, he could really go for a good massage right now. His muscles aced from the great effort he had put in killing them all. He was the most powerful creature to ever walk these grounds, but even he felt he had his limits.
The little buggers had tried to bite, scratch and claw him down for hours almost damaging his carefully acquired clothing.
At first he had tried to stop them, not wanting to harm his beautiful creations so early in their new life's. But after a few hours their numbers were to great and he had to put some of them down. It had calmed the lot of them for a minute or five, but the craziness resumed at an all new level after that. Blood seemed to be everywhere, and his hands were constantly filled with their beating hearts.

He grabbed for a new –not so cold- beer and popped the cap with his thumb. How could it all have gone so wrong?

He looked around to his slain army. Their lifeless body's bleeding out on the forest floor. Blood dripping from their eye sockets and every other opening their body's held. Some of them were still half turned, others looked like some horror movie turned bad. He sighed at the sight of them.

What a bloody waste. He had been SO close. He had fed them all his blood, even though it had exhausted him, and this was the thanks he got? Full blow mutiny? Neither of them had the respect to even die gracefully. They all had to goggle, scream, or puke their guts out. It had been disgusting really.

But, to be completely honest with himself, they didn't exactly have much choice in the matter.

But why?

He could not get his head around the mystery of his failure. Maybe it was the boy? Was his blood poisoned in some way?
As Klaus took a sip of his beer he ruled that option out almost immediately. He had tasted the boy himself, apart from his smell and bad hygiene there had been nothing much wrong with him.
The scientist in him was still roaming the many possibility's that his intoxicated brain had come up with, when suddenly his brooding companion appeared from in between the tree's. Klaus allowed himself a brief second of hope, but was quickly disappointed when he saw the young vampire was carrying nothing more than a useless carcass.

Just what he needed, another death body. Didn't the idiot know he had more than enough rotting corpses here? He was well on his way to start his own little werewolf cemetery.

The depths of his depression must have been written all over his face, cause even the young salvator seemed to be confused at the current stated of affairs. Klaus watched him throw his pet on the forest floor and began speaking. Perhaps more to himself than to the other vampire, but he need to understand.
He needed Stefan to understand.
'' they went rabbit, some of them I killed,'' He made a small hand gesture to the death body's around him, not being able to bare to look at them any longer then he had already did. '' some just bled out.'' Hoping his travelling mate had anything good to say he picked up his forgotten beer and walked up to the stunned vampire. ''in the end, they're all death.'' Seeing the lost expression on the other man's face suddenly fuelled his anger.

He let out a desperate cry of frustration and threw the useless beer against a nearby tree, taking some pleasure in the sound of the glass violently breaking, but it wasn't enough. He had never in his life felt so cheated, so utterly forsaken. Except maybe in the beginning of this hell.

''I did everything I was told!" He screamed at them, wishing for a sign or the strike of lightning to show him, where he had gone wrong.
''I should be able to turn them.'' He muttered to the empty air around him, going over the events in his head with frantic speed.

Stephan was just standing there, offering no help at all as he went over the words that had hunted him for so many centuries'.

''I broke the curse, I killed a werewolf,'' He pictured the young women who had died for the cause. ''I killed a vampire,'' yes, he had killed Jenna.
And finally, ''I killed the doppelgänger.'' He knew he had, he had felt the life drain out of katerina. No, not out of katerina, out of the young Gilbert.
She had been nothing like Katerina, not really anyway.

He looked at Stephan for aid once more and suddenly noticed that he seemed a little bit unsteady. Not only unsteady, he looked like he knew something that Klaus did not. A very unnerving trail of thought. Suddenly the road that lay ahead became clear. Klaus shook his doubt to that dark space in his mind only he knew about and decided it was time to deal with the matters at hand.

''You look like hell.'' He finally addressed Stephan's unsteady form.

''Well, last time I checked I was dying and you wouldn't heal me.'' He did have a point there, but Klaus still wasn't sure he was going to heal the Salvator. He could, but what would be the point of doing so? He stole a glance at his first project who was now one heart short. ''I had to take him out, I had no choice. I failed you.'' His pet ripper pointed out to him, catching him fall back in the dark pit he was sitting in moments ago.

''Do what you have to do.''

Klaus considered his options but soon came to a very distressing conclusion.

''It should have worked,'' He said to the ripper acknowledging that it was not stephan who had failed him, but that it was indeed Klaus himself who had failed. He could not very well punish someone else for his mistakes, now could he?

And for that reason he found himself pouring his comrade a blood beer from his wrist. ''Bottoms up,'' He said as he handed the precious bottle over, ''we're leaving.'' It was time for plan B now.

Klaus glanced over his should to what should have been his new army. His new comrades, who would have known all the glory and power as he felt it every day in his very bones. Just like that, as quickly as he had found them, they had already left him.

''it appears you are the only comrade I have left.''