Hey guys, this is my first drabble, set after 4x09
Thanks to my lovley Beta, Caroline (suitable, I know)
Note: English is not my first language, so I deeply apologize for stuff that doesn't make sense, in german it does ;)

They found the body a few minutes after midnight. Her mother had called her immediately to bring the news: the mayor, drowned.

Drowned.

The word echoed in her mind. It turned her stomach upside down. Drowning, that was a disgusting way to go. Of course the majority of policemen had considered it an accident,

but she knew better. It was his signature. Everywhere he went he left a trail of destruction. The panic she had started to feel slowly flooded away. She knew his methods, he

would not kill Tyler. He was more provident. He would enjoy to make him suffer. In the end, this was what he was best in. She pressed the decline button on her cell to end

another failed attempt to reach her boyfriend. With a moaning she took of her high heels. It was a way too long day and her feet ached with each step. She continued to stroll

around the town, hoping that the cool air would clear her head.

The one question that kept haunting her was: Didn't they see it coming? Hadn't it been obvious that he would always strike back? Twice as hard and cruel as anyone might have

expected. That's the way he was, he would always strike back. She wasn't even aware how surprised she was, or wait? She wasn't surprised, she was disappointed. Was there

really a part of her, which was hoping he would not lash out? A part of her has started to feel guilty after the little stunt Tyler and the gang had pulled. It hit her like a bullet in

the head. She started to realize, that there was not only the cold blooded mass murdering monster, but also a terrible lonely soul inside of him. A soul which had been searching

desperate for companionship, friendship and loyalty over countries and through centuries.

Along with the disappointment came the anger. She had already reached her house, but not ready to face her mother and the questions that waited inside she stopped at the

veranda. Tossing her high heels onto the bench in frustration and letting out another deep sight she stood there and leaned against the column of the balustrade. It took her a

few seconds before she recognized the smell of blood mixed with a different, but very other familiar scent. A scent that she had been connecting with two simultaneously

feelings: safety and anxious. His scent.

"Good evening, Caroline" His voice was smooth, soft. Like a tender lover he stretched out her name as he stepped out of the darkness. All the feelings which burned inside of her

got heightened with his appearance. She did not know if she wanted to yell, punch him, run away or fondly wipe the crusted blood of his face. She decided to do none of it and

keep control. She hid her emotions as good as possible, she needed to get answers and none of these actions would help her get them. She took a deep breath and tried to face

him as an equal. Because if she would admit one thing, he had always made her feel like she was worth something. A first choice.

"Why?" She was surprised how good she was at hiding the trembling of her voice.

He slowly moved closer, his deep blue orbs where staring into her emerald ones. The blood dripped down his jaw, his expression went blank. Like there was no emotion left in him.

"Why not?" he said with a humorless grin which distorted his angelic face.

"You know, I don't take betrayal lightly, love"

He stared, still fixating her with his eyes and she suddenly grew aware of how naive her hope for redemption has been. He was now standing only a few inches away from her

face and she felt that there was no chance to run or to hide from him and neither from all the feelings he is triggering inside of her. She was lost, unable to move, like a prey

facing the hunter.

"You are making a big mistake, my love. You pretend to think I care." He said in a deep tone voice, like he would whisper a sweet confession into her ear. He brushed a few of her

curls back over her shoulder and continued to speak, his breath touching her skin.

"Well I'm glad to inform you, that I am a heartless monster which you can continue to hate without a bad conscience. So, me killing Carol Lockwood was doing you a favor.

You're welcome."

He smirked again and turned away. Caroline felt a shiver going down her spine. All these emotions she was suppressing since she saw him on her doorstep now had been

combined to one very intense one which replaced her numbness: anger.

"And I was foolish enough to pity you for your loneliness!" she yelled at his back. Her cheeks went red, she wanted to stab him with one of her shoes, or stab herself to end it all.

He was surprised by her reaction, he knew that her good, bright heart was going soft for him but he really thought that she would be too distracted by her blind loyalty to her

friends to notice. He wished he could just tear it out of her chest to stop his and her suffering but he couldn't. She made him craving for her loyalty, for her affection and even,

although he would never admit it, even her pity. She consumes him, his dark soul. Every part of it. So he did what he was best in: hiding it behind a mask of hatred and anger.

"And you really think I need your pity?" he spit back into her face, like his words were venom. But his eyes told her the real story, they always did. His expression was not the

one of a cold hearted murderer, it was the one of a broken man. She could feel that he wanted to give in but there were so many issues that stopped him.

He tried to compromise but he was so used to the killing. Always wanting to take one step towards her but yet he always took two steps back. He saw how she tried to read him,

to spot the difference between the man who made her laugh and the monster that brought so much pain in her life. His whole existence was dark and full of terror and jet, even

after Carol's death the pity for him still was there. It was still in her eyes, buried under the anger but still slowly coming up to the surface. And she hated it. It made her feel like

she was the killer, the traitor. Turn it off. She mumbled to herself, yet she knew she could never do it, she would never get rid of her feelings for him. Because he needed her, he

might was hiding it behind his playful attitude, but deep in her heart she knew that he craved for her. And Caroline Forbes was never a person which could simply turn her back

on anyone who desperately needed her help. She found herself coming closer to him, her heart was torn between hatred and pity but she wasn't afraid anymore. If he'd wanted

to kill her he would have done it a long time ago.

Do you really think I need your pity? echoed in her head

"Yes"

It was just a whisper but he didn't need more, a tear trickled down his face and within a few heartbeats he was gone, leaving her alone on the veranda.

Thanks for reading! :)