Obviously Vampire Diaries is not mine.
Even Hitler had a girlfriend. A wife. Someone that loved him. Someone that stood by him. Someone that died with him. How fucked up is that? She always thought it was pretty fucked up.
But then Klaus happened. The monster. He broke everything he touched. He broke everything anyone ever touched. He broke everyone. He was a petulant child. A spoiled child. With too much power. Too much strength. If he couldn't have it, no one else could.
He broke Mystic Falls. Elena. Stefan. Bonnie. Jeremy. Systematically he broke them all. He broke Tyler. Tyler. Tyler, her very best friend. Tyler ,who didn't judge her. Tyler, who loved her. He broke her. He let her believe she had Tyler back. For a minute. On her birthday. And then he snatched him back.
Fucking jackass. Asshole. Dick.
She wishes there was a word to encompass him. To encompass the damage he caused. Encompass his evil. Encompass the way he didn't care about anything. Encompass the way he cared about his family. Cared may be the wrong word. She needs a word that encompasses the feelings he has for his family.
He sucked.
And then he saved her. Saved is certainly the wrong word. He put her in this position. On purpose. And then he came to save her. She isn't quite sure why. She knows he has a reason. He always has a reason. He's a bit like a chess player she thinks, always aware of his pieces. Knowing when and how to use them. She will not be a piece.
He will kill her. She knows this. She knows this like she knows the sky is blue and the grass is green. She knows no matter what twists and turns the story may take, she will be dead by his hands. The only question is when.
Its liberating in a way. She has met death. Death gave her a diamond bracelet. Death told her to live. So she will. She will tell him what she thinks of him. She will continue to fight for her friends. She will continue to fight for Tyler.
She will not notice the way he seems to have soften towards her. Death does not soften. She will not notice his attempts to maker her smile. To make her laugh. To make her happy. Death does not know happiness. She will not notice his small kindnesses. Death is not kind. And even if he is, she knows a few moments of kindness cannot atone for the pain he has caused.
She understands his nature. She understands his pain. It frightens her. He covets possessions. She is something he wants to own. Something he wants to keep. She knows he loves her. In his way. But being loved by Klaus means coffins. Being loved by Klaus means that the world is at her feet. Being loved by Klaus means anyone and anything is hers. Being loved by Klaus means that nothing remains hers. Being loved by Klaus means she is still a piece. She will not be a piece. Being loved by Klaus means nothing.
Yet there are moments. Moments she slips. Moments she accidentally smiles. Moments she laughs. Moments where she relaxes into his touch. Moments where she lets herself wonder. Wonder if she could fall. And she realizes she could. She realizes she has.
He isn't Hitler. She isn't Eva. She realizes the analogy doesn't fit. He is Klaus. She is Caroline. He is her death. He will soon become her life. Whether she likes it or not. And she will welcome it when it is time. She will welcome it when there is nothing left.
There are quite a few things left. Like Prom.
Reviews would be lovely. I might consider continuing it if I see enough interest. xx