"I'll ask you again, Klaus, did you kill those people. And I want the truth this time." Liz Forbes stated, not asked, as she pointed a rifle straight at the hybrids heart. Like that would do her much good.

That usual smirk on his face, feeling confident, Klaus relied "I already told you, sweetheart, I didn't. What could you possibly do if I had? I cannot be killed, especially by mere bullets even if they are made of wood." It was true, nothing could kill him besides the white oak stake, so what did he have to fear. surely not a rowdy bunch of pathetic humans. He was an Original, the original hybrid, he couldn't be killed by such a trifle thing. Even if they had the white oak stake, they could do nothing against him. He was far faster and stronger than any human, any being on the planet.

He glanced around the room and at the many people surrounding him. He could kill them all in seconds. It was aggravating that this human, even if she was the sheriff, could barge into his home and accuse him of doing something he didn't do. She would learn though, an Original was not someone to be messed with and could most likely prove fatal. Klaus would have thought living in a town of vampires would eventually make a person realize how small and insignificant they were in comparison. Especially someone who was on a little council who talked about nothing except vampires. Obviously this one was quite the slow learner.

Liz herself was looking a bit aggravated herself when she asked the same question once more and Klaus denied it, saying he had never heard of the place. "On my signal, they will fire." She warned, determination burning in her eyes. She was not backing down.

"Take you best shot, sweetheart. You'll all be dead in seconds." It wasn't just a statement, it was a promise the hybrid would surely fulfill if she was really so stupid. It was a bit of a surprise she started this at all because being Caroline's mother, he would have thought she would have some common sense, any at all. Alas, the blonde vampire must have gotten it from some other part of her family. And the sheriffs next action definitely served to prove that point.

The sheriff nodded towards her men and they nodded back. holding their heads high, they prepared to fire.

At the signal Klaus surged forward faster than the eye can see and he managed to take a few down. But, he was so preoccupied he was caught off guard when wolf's bane and a vervain mix filled his senses. He fell back, his skin burning, his eyes stinging, it felt like he was breathing in glass shards. Then the hybrid tried blinking trying to get rid of the poison from his bright golden eyes. He could barely see anything, everything was blotched and fuzzy. He did not understand why his vision was taking so long to heal. Time was a luxury he couldn't afford. Klaus still had the luxury of hearing and smell but he couldn't smell anything over the mixture, nor hear anything over the ringing in his mind.

Liz gave another signal and Klaus' sightless eyes narrowed trying to make out anything. The loud firing of the guns echoed of the walls of his home and ringing in his ears, he ducked behind the couch for some cover. He nearly ran into it due to his impaired sight. His movement was much slower than he had meant, in fact impossibly slow. Something was very, very wrong. It wouldn't have been so bad because the bullets themselves felt like a bee sting, but for some reason burning came along with them. Then with the burning, came blood, which flowed soaking him and to his dismay ruining his favorite jacket even if it was the least of his concerns. The smell of his own blood was sickening and it just kept pouring. It wasn't healing. The holes the bullets made seemed to simmer. It was like acid was dissolving the flesh around them. It didn't take long for the hybrid realize the bullets must also have been laced with the mixture they threw at him. His jaw clenched as he pulled the many bullets out one by one, occasionally hissing in pain when he pulled out a particularly deep one.

Klaus hated feeling weak, hated it more than anything. He swore he would never feel this way again; the sense of being hopeless, useless, fear for life and without control was overwhelming . All these things he promised himself to make go away. He would gain power by becoming a hybrid, showing no mercy towards the weak making sure no one ever dared make a move against him. Yet, here he was utterly pathetic. Pathetic and a coward like he had been so long ago under Micheal's reign. He vowed he would never repeat those days, he would never let someone get the upper hand, he would always fight for what he wanted. Never again would he be that spineless boy, who had nothing but siblings, who were untrustworthy. The wombs began to close excruciatingly slow, but not without giving way one last sting, a sting far more painful than a bees.

"Are you ready to admit to killing those people?"

"I already told you!" He yelled, his voice not containing the strength he meant it too. It had weariness to it and he supposed it had to do, other than being shot to many times and blood loss, with a certain blonde vampire he admired and cared for so much. Because he knew, after today, she would hate him. Possibly forever. He didnt want to hurt Caroline in any way, he simply loved to see her happy or annoyed when he would try to win her over, it was amusing to him, and though she would never admit it, she liked it. Hopefully, her hate wouldn't be buried too deep because hate had a way of festering, turning you into something you never thought you would become. He could only hope it did not last for her sake and his. Forever is an awfully long time after all.

After the hybrid regained most of his strength, Klaus quickly made his move. It was his turn to cause some harm. This time the sheriffs men were caught off guard and scrambled to recover their weapons. But it was too late for them. He would not give the upper hand this time. And this time, it would not be his blood spilled nor would there be the echo of ricochet bullets. No, this time yells, shrieks and crys wrung throughout the manor. Some begged for mercy, others were just completely blocked by spouting blood. Crimson splattered the walls and puddled along the fine wood floor, the furniture and the hybrid himself. It stuck and clung to him almost like a new coat of pain. He always did like the color red. The hybrids sadistic smile lessened when he turned to the only other person in the room.

Seeing it was her turn, Liz placed her gun to the ground in surrender. Fear gleamed in the foolish woman's eyes while triumph gleamed in Klaus'. He had her against the wall with his hand around her throat, her heart beating against her chest and suffocating every ounce of life out of her. "Please..." She begged between her desires for air and struggles to break free. Of course there was no point. She knew she was a goner no matter what she tried to do. He was quite surprised she was still struggling. Honestly, most people by now would plea for there lives, beg for mercy. Though she was clearly afraid, she did none of these things. Caroline must have gotten her stubbornness from her mother rather than her common sense and intelligence, thank God.

"Oh no, sweetheart. You started this, I'm finishing it." He replied, eager to pull her heart out like he had the others. Eager because Klaus didn't want to be here any longer. Being here was suffocating him, not just the smell or atmosphere, but the thought of Caroline finding out what he did. It would be better for everyone if he just left. However lonely it may be, he could finally move on with his life and everyone- including Caroline could move on with theirs. The only problem was moving on did not necessarily mean you can forget your past and that it wont come back to haunt you. The past is the past, it can't be rewritten no matter how much you wish it to. A wish can not be granted. Life isn't a fairytale. There would always be a sadness, but Caroline was the type to keep a person in her heart, whether passed on or with her. She would have a good life and a happy ending, he was sure.

The longer the hybrid took in handing the final blow, the more he hesitated her to kill the blonde woman at all. He thought more of Caroline. Those blue eyes wouldn't be filled with light anymore. She wouldn't spend everyday smiling, laughing, enjoying her days with her friends and the bountiful future that awaited her. The nights would become endless and the days wakeless. That flame of hers would dimmer well before its time. Losing someone truly took its toll on a person, Klaus would know better than anyone. Just recently he had lost his brother Kol and before that Fin, even if he didn't care much for him, a loss is a loss. Then, the death he regretted most was that of his youngest brother Henrik. It was like ago, but was still his fault he died that night and he still felt terrible about. Klaus knew not to go out when the moon was full, he knew those wolves were dangerous. Yet, he dragged his brother out there with him and paid the price. Luckily, Caroline was not him and would recover eventually. Her light would shine once more brighter than ever. It was true he didn't have to do this, but he promised Liz she would regret her actions and if anything he was a man of his word.

All the thoughts of Caroline dissipated after a shake of his head. He had to do this, there was no turning back now.

"Klaus, stop! What are you doing!" A shout, then a gasp, rang from the entrance where a door use to lie. Caroline couldn't believe what she was seeing. Everything was destroyed, broken and stained red. Her eyes were wide in terror as she jumped back to avoid running blood. She knew Klaus was capable of terrible things, but nothing like this. Bodies littered the floor, some with snapped necks, some with ripped out hearts, others with torn limbs. The blonde wasn't scared of much, after all she had been through how could she be, but seeing this, she almost wanted to run. She may have if her mother's life wasn't on the line.

Klaus turned his attention away from the sheriff, who began breathing once more to the girl staring around the place in horror. "Caroline." He could see the fear in her blue eyes and honestly he didn't blame her. Even he could admit he went a bit overboard with it. It hurt him to see her afraid- afraid of him. The last thing he wanted was her here, to be afraid of him, because while he killed these people, he would never do anything to harm her. Never. He couldn't promise he would always play nice around others, but when it came to her, he would be as charming, kind, careful as he always been around her. If the rare occasion did come that he hurt her or would have to, then it was for good reason. Otherwise, he wouldn't dream of it.

She flashed over to them and pulled the furious hybrid away from her mother. "Mom, mom are you okay?" Caroline asked her mother, who had fallen to the floor gasping for air. She nodded keeping her gaze on the gold eyed hybrid.

"What are you doing here, Caroline?" He tried to keep the anger out of his voice because he knew he was already worse off in her eyes. Klaus was mad at himself, not Caroline. It was mostly for getting caught, but hey, he was expecting the blonde to show up. "Have you come to help destroy more of my home. To irritate me." He gestured towards everything, the furniture, the floors, the walls. And the painting of Caroline that hung so gracefully over the fireplace, was barely holding on. His eyes became cold, uncaring, a shield to any emotion whatsoever. She couldn't be here, she had to leave. He didn't want it to be this way, but it was the only way to get rid of her. He couldn't let her see him as a monster. Even if that's what she always thought of him, this would be reconfirming it. It would be a reminder. This image of him would always be with her, while he wanted her to think of him as something else. He didn't really care if that charming act was really him or not. Klaus just wanted the girl before him to see as someone who was better than what everyone thought him to be and he wanted to her to finally realize how much he cared for her. But how could she see him as someone better if this is all she ever saw of him...

" Or perhaps you've come to distract me while one of your little friends plunges a stake through my heart." Klaus said pretending to be thinking more about it, a taunting smirk on his face and his eyes cold. "Maybe you would rather do it yourself and that's why your here." Obviously he knew it was not the case, but it was a plausible explanation for why she should be here. And honestly, if it had been any other day, in any other circumstance, her visit today would definitely be a distraction for one of her friends. It was a very believable accusation.

" I was looking for my mom when I heard all of this going on and I came to check it out. And irritate you?! You're the one always following me around and wont leave me alone!" Caroline snapped helping her mother up barely three feet from the enraged hybrid. "Also why would I care about destroying your house or care about you for that matter!" Her eyes widened as she recounted what escaped her lips. She couldn't believe what she just said and how she had said it. Klaus gave no sign her words had any effect, but she knew they did. It could have been the whole situation or that she was just having a bad day, still she didn't understand why she had said it. It wasn't the truth and she was known for her honesty. What she had said was quite cruel besides. Almost as cruel as the time she gave him crap for killing people when her friends had just killed his brother... She wasn't given the chance to apologize like she wanted.

" Leave, Caroline. While I still allow you to." He seethed with pain lacing his voice, but his eyes remaining passive. This was what he wanted her supposed. Any anger or sadness he held towards the words, couldn't be held towards the person who uttered them. It was his fault she said those things. He had pushed her to say those things. The only person he could be mad at was himself.

"Klaus, I-"

"Leave." Klaus growled lowly and menacingly. His eyes still that bright gold and his fangs bared, he watched his- no, not his girl anymore, and her mother stumbling behind, leave. As she did, the painting of her fell crashing to the bloody floor into several pieces. This would probably be the last time he saw her, at least he hoped it was. He watched her every blood-soaked step, they were like the permanent stains she will have left behind on his life. In his past and future, in his thoughts and heart... She would become another painful memory of his past. It was funny, he promised to be her last love, but it didn't look he would be able to keep that promise. So much for being a man of his word...

Leaning against the fireplace, Klaus stared into the orange and yellow flames. A glass of bourbon in hand, he began to think of his previous home; New Orleans. Michael, his father, had destroyed everything. What he took; his siblings, his prodigy Marcel, his life and home away. He burnt it all to the ground and not a second thought about it. unfortunately with those things went the last of his humanity and hope for a brighter future. At least till he met Caroline. But she was gone... He would never forgive his father for what he did. In fact, Klaus was glad his father was dead and that he had done it himself; driven his fathers own weapon through his heart. He savored every moment watching the old man burn.

Those were happy times in New Orleans. The Originals ruled there; Him, Rebekah and Elijah. He was king. He could do what he wanted when he wanted and no one could stop them. It was much simpler too. It was all about happiness and pleasure. Those times didn't last long enough for him and his siblings. He missed them. Klaus would never admit it but he wished they were here. They were his family after all. Klaus wondered what became of the small little town after he and his siblings left. He knew before Micheal the place thrived, but after...Word was it was a vibrant metropolis full of music, art and culture. He supposed he would just have to find out for himself when he finally left Mystic Falls for good.

In a few hundred years or a few centuries he would see his siblings again. Rebekah ran off after that little mishap with the doppelganger blood to God knows where. And Kol- Well, he had absolutely no idea. Elijah... It didn't matter. The point was they weren't with him like they had promised so long ago on that fateful day. Always and forever. Yeah, sure. That's what the many betrayals meant. That's why he had to dagger them too many times too count. That's why they were by his side now. And that's why they were all on their own sides of the planet.

Klaus sighed and cursed under his breath before tossing the glass against the wall. The same one the sheriff had been up against. It crashed loudly throughout into a million pieces. yet, he could barely hear it over his own thoughts. He wish he had killed her. That would have given Caroline a perfect reason to hate him instead of- no, she already had a good one. I'm a monster. He reminded himself, looking up at the crumbled painting of Caroline that he didn't bother to pick up. It was his favorite one. She looked so happy in it, so perfect. She was literally everything he wasn't.

Sometime later, above all the smells of wood burning and blood, Klaus could smell sweet lavender and vanilla with a hint of strawberries. The hybrid did not have to turn around to know who it was and he wished she had just stayed away. Why couldn't she have stayed away..."Caroline." He said simply.

"Klaus." Caroline's voice sounded from the darkness.

"What brings you back here, love?" Klaus asked not bothering to face her. Instead he gave his attention to the shadows dancing along the walls. As he took more the flames seemed to be more of a crimson. It looked like the flames were reflecting him and the room.

Caroline was nervously rubbing her arm. It was really too soon for her to ask this and she would probably regret it later but she had to know. "I- I need to know if you really killed those people, the ones at the old farm-house..." She silently prayed she wouldn't lose her life because of a little question, but from what she saw today she could never be too careful when it came to Klaus. Especially when he was angry or hurt. She thought she knew well enough before, but he always had a way of surprising her.

"No, I didn't, love, as I told your mother countless times. She's lucky she still has her life and if you leave now, you will be as well. I don't care to repeat myself. Please, love, be smarter than most give you credit for. And leave." Each word was like bile. It was like a venom worse than a werewolves. And more poisonous than the substance that blinded him.

"Fine... I have one more question..." She was more hesitant to ask this than her last question. "This is going to sound dumb but... Are you okay?" Yes, she knew it was very dumb- extremely dumb. Of course he wasn't alright. She wasn't even alright after todays events and she only saw the latter of it. But she wanted an answer anyway. Caroline wanted to know if she could help in any way because she did care and it was partly her fault all this happened- Not the whole murdering thing obviously- It was what she hadn't apologized for earlier.

"Careful, love, people might actually start to think you care." He mocked.

"Maybe I do care!" She snapped. "You just make it so difficult to that you don't even notice!"

" Honestly Caroline, who are you trying to fool. If you cared, you obviously don't care enough. The only time you have ever bothered talking to me, look at me, is when your meant to be a distraction and I let you. Well, I'm done, I'm not anymore. I'll leave you alone from now on, I will not even speak to you, look in your direction, alright. It's what you wanted earlier, it's what you have always wanted. Your free." Klaus said bitterly. He wasn't certain he could live up to what he said. Perhaps, he would leave Mystic Falls all together. Nothing was keeping him here after all.

The blonde opened her mouth to say something, but no words left. "Which is it Caroline? Do you care or not. Because of had enough of your little games." The hybrid asked impatiently. She was beautiful and so full of light. But right now, that light was blinding. He couldn't stand to be around her... It would be better if she only left. Like he said, he had had enough, he was weary of this little game. In the end he would miss her terribly, maybe beyond repair, but this game had to end.

She knew he was right and didn't know how to respond. Did she really care? She did say those things. She did act as though she hated him, around everyone. And the only time she ever really allowed herself to be around him was when she needed something or was needed as a distraction. After all this, if she didn't care, would she be here? no. Probably not. And he was right, she couldn't keep doing this, they couldn't keep doing this. It was now or never. "I care. I do."

She was only a foot away, close enough that she now noticed in the dark room, Klaus was still covered from head to toe in those people's blood. But mostly, his own. Funny, all that blood was a reminder of what he did, what he has done, what he's capable of, and here she was. This man before her killed hundreds, possibly thousands, including some of her best friends. She silently prayed this was not a mistake. "And-"

"Lies." Klaus snarled. "You don't care, love. You never have." How could he believe her. Yes, he had always sensed she was acting, lying about not liking him even a little. but liking and caring are very different things. Also, as was she said she is quite good at acting and this could be the main feature. It could simply be she's lying to leave with her life, though that didn't explain why she's here, it was a plausible explanation for the most part.

Caroline took a small step forward, unable still to see his face. He wouldn't look at her, wouldn't allow her to see how hurt he truly felt and that behind his words were longing, how much he would really hate to say goodbye. she could tell though and she could tell he really didn't believe it. But she did. Maybe words were not enough... No, there were words that could truly tell what she was trying to say.

"Let me finish." She said calmly and intensely. "I'm sorry. I knew you didn't kill those people, it wasn't hard to put the pieces together." It really wasn't. Knowing Klaus. If he had done it, he would be bragging about to everyone. The fact he's denying it proves his innocence, funny, it's the opposite in most cases.

He finally turned to face her and she could see the absolute pain in his red, swollen eyes. His blue eyes watched her intently wondering what she would do next. Klaus was glad she did not believe it was him. He had killed many people in his life time, but the people who the insufferable women was speaking of, he had nothing to do with them. Her next actions surprised him greatly. Out of all the things she could have done, including killing him if only temporarily to escape, this was a bit of a shock. The girl of his dreams wrapped her arms around him, ignoring the blood of the innocent and guilty.

"I'm so sorry." Caroline repeated, noticing Klaus was hesitant to hug her back.

Tears fell from both their eyes now. And both were clinging to each other for dear life. It was strange for them. They never once imagine they would actually ever be in this situation with the other. But, it was nice, it felt like they could just let everything go, all the pain, misery just gone. "I know, love. And... I'm sorry as well." Saying sorry was perhaps the first step in kindling a relationship, one that would hopefully last. It is not usually an easy thing to say for either of them, but in this case and to each other, it felt like the easiest thing in the world and the hard stuff would all come later.

It felt like centuries, neither of them moving content where they stood, but centuries did not feel nearly long enough and eventually Klaus pulled away. He didn't want to in the slightest and seeing the look Caroline gave him, he could tell she didn't want to either. But, it was getting late and he was still covered in crimson flakes. Besides, there was still a mess to clean and little time.

Caroline was disappointed but kept a brave face and wiped her tears away, smiling softly at him. She looked down at herself and found, sadly, her new shirt was ruined. But she kept that smile knowing everything would be fine, not perfect because there would be problems, just fine. And that was wonderful. "I may need a new shirt." She laughed, looking at the red stains with the little light given from the dying fire, easing some of the tension in the room.

After Klaus went and turned on the light, Caroline saw that her shirt was worse off then she thought. So was the room. Now that she could see, the blonde was reminded of the gruesome events from before. The bodies were gone to her relief, but the walls and floors were stilled covered in red. The blood was dry but still held an odor and it was still obvious where the many bodies lied. The furniture was torn and fluff from them was scattered across, drenched in red. She managed to brush away the sick feeling it gave her.

"No, its alright, love. Some people will be here tomorrow to take care of it." Klaus told her, beginning to walk towards the stairs. "I'll see if Rebekah has anything that will fit you."

"Wait, Rebekah probably wont appreciate that. I'm not exactly her favorite person and I don't much like her myself..." Caroline smiled extra sweetly. " Something blue and floral, please." Blue always did look nice on her, she thought. And if she could aggravate that original brat even a little, she was going to hop on board. Also, Rebekah wont want it back and that means a new shirt for her to replace the old one. It was a win, win situation.

"Of course, sweetheart. Only the best for you." Klaus grinned back, his eyes shining. Maybe not all hope was lost. "The room to the left is mine, you can wait there if you would like. I wont be long." Perhaps he would have a future with the blonde vampire, maybe a happy one at that. She would finally take his offer and they could finally explore the world together. It's what he had always wanted. Leave the past behind and see what the world has to offer. He had already seen it of course, but Caroline hadn't. Klaus could only imagine the sights she would get to see, the music she would get to hear and the culture she would get to experience. He smiled at the thought. He didn't have to leave her in the past because she was his future.

When Klaus had gone Caroline pulled off her shirt, lucky she had thought to wear a tank top underneath today. She looked around in dismay. There was no good place to sit whatsoever, everything was completely destroyed, torn, stained, or both and all of it was getting to her. The smells and the sights were overwhelming the longer she stood there. Which wasn't very long, but it was long enough. She didn't want to be reminded of what happened earlier today. Still, she wasn't certain if it was a good idea to take his offer. She looked around one last time and towards the stairs before deciding to brush away her uncertainty. After all she did today, she couldn't really hold onto reason and common sense because there wasn't any left in her. She was worn out, tired and just wanted some peace for a change.

Opening the door she found painting all along the walls, most of her. She stared at them in awe; they were so beautiful and the drawings he had done for her paled in comparison. He captured her perfectly. One was of her at the Mystic Grill laughing about something, probably something one of her friends said. Another, she was dressed in a beautiful lavender dress from what looked like the early sixteen hundreds. They were all wonderful, but one in particular caught her eye above all the others. It was her in the woods by an old bridge going across a large river. There was a bright orange moon in the back shining over a bunch of trees and fireflies danced all around. She looked like she was about to cross the bridge...with a sandy furred wolf at her side...

Caroline sat on his bed, running the silky fabric through her fingers. She still felt unsure about this all of this. What would her friends think of her? She sighed and lied down, her hair flowing in every direction against the red silk. Her friends would probably hate her if they ever found out. She knew first hand from previous experiences how judgmental the could be, especially Elena. Not that she was any position to talk she reminded herself and sighed again. It really annoyed her though. how Elena could say all of those things about Klaus and yet she was messing around with Damon, who was someone far worse than Klaus in her opinion. Damon only ever kills for the hell of it, no reason at all. While Klaus on the other hand usually does what he does for a reason. Today was a good example of that.

Her fists clenched. "You know what. I'm done feeling guilty for things I shouldn't feel guilty for. I wont care what they think of me because while I'm in no position to talk neither is Elena. After all she is with Damon and he's no worse than Klaus." She said fiercely, reassuring herself. She almost laughed for talking to herself but what she said was the absolute truth. So with this confidence boost, she decided things would be different from now on. Things were about to change and from what she could tell, for the better. It was a tough move to make but she felt it was the right one.

The blonde only lied there a short time but it felt like forever. Looking towards the window to her left she guessed it was probably getting late and her mother would be worried. Especially after what happened today. Caroline wasn't sure how much more her mother could take. And as she was lying there she realized she couldn't take much more either. She was absolutely worn out, totally exhausted from all the drama. That was that she had to get home. As soon as she tried to sit up, a wave of tiredness hit her and she fell back down, dizzy and light-headed. So, she decided she would close her eyes for a few, it couldn't hurt and she still had to wait for Klaus to get back besides.

" Love, I found-"

Klaus walked into his room holding, not what Caroline had asked for but something he thought she would like much more, to find her soundly asleep. A soft smile spread across his face as he admired how peaceful she looked. It would be a shame to wake her now. Her blonde locks flowed around her like a halo. She was turned on her side, half covered in crimson red silk in a barely showed bright blue tank top. The tank top would have matched her eyes perfectly if they were open. She looked like a sleeping angel adorned in red. His own personal angel of light. Sitting carefully beside her, he lied down the shirt he brought her on the light stand and lightly brushed his hand against her cheek, admiring her. How could he not. How she was, was absolutely perfect and he couldn't wait to paint her. He would stay up all night if he had to. This moment was perfect- She was perfect and this would be the perfect piece to replace the old one.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." The hybrid whispered ever so softly.

I'm very very sorry for any mistakes, grammar, spelling, the characters being off (which they probably will be to make this work) , etc if there's any -which im sure there is but, you know.

So this will probably be a series of one shots and drabbles but I don't know how many or how long it will take to update, havent really decided. And they probably wont be as long as this one either. Also I'll try my best to make them different from what you've read before. Promise.

Anyway hope you guys liked it and I love reviews. so please review, tell me what you think. :)

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