Alright people, this is my very first fanfiction. Please give me a break, there are probably things spelled wrong, and improper grammar. I tried my best because I don't have a beta. I don't own anything except the idea/plot. It came to mind when I saw Candice with brown hair. Anyways, here it is! Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1; The Phone Call

He had just got off the phone with Damon and Stefan, arguing with both of them about the cure. What to do with it. Who got to use it. They ended up stealing the cure from Katherine. He didn't think they had it in them, knowing Katherine. She was smart, sneaky and conniving. She wouldn't give up without a fight. He found out that Rebekah had tried to use the cure that Katherine used as a decoy. Once he saw her, he was definitely going to give her a mouthful about trying to pull a stunt like that. What if it had been the real thing? There was only one dose of the cure, and he did not want it going to waste. It needed to be given to Silas. At first he wanted Elena to take it so he could make more hybrids. Then Silas came into the picture and suddenly he wasn't so worried about his hybrids anymore.

To calm his nerves he walked over to his nearby desk, grabbed the bottle of bourbon and a glass, and his sketch pad. Drinking and drawing were the things that could always take his mind off of something he didn't want it on. And Caroline. How could he forget about her? He couldn't. In his one thousand years of existence he had never met anyone like her. She was full of light, and brought out the best in him. She also brought out parts of his humanity. Parts of him that he didn't know existed anymore. And he would have done anything to keep it this way.

Hours later he woke up to the incessant buzzing of his phone going off. He opened his eyes and immediately regretting drinking as much as he had. The whole bottle of bourbon. Gone. His head was throbbing with pain, and his phone going off was not helping. He looked at the screen. Rebekah was calling. He had several missed calls from her and also a few text messages. He scoffed. It's about time she called and informed him on what was going on with the Salvatore brothers and what they planned on doing with the cure. If they were going to give it to him, so he could make a deal with Silas, or give it to Elena. Nonetheless, he knew he should answer, so he did.

"What do you want, dear sister?" He managed to say before he got dizzy as he stood up, held his free hand with his head and sat back down on the couch.

"Nik! Nik! Thank God you finally answered!" She was sobbing now and stared to explain why she was, but it was too hard for Klaus to understand what she was trying to say.

"Rebekah, slow down." She did, or at least she tried. She was still choking back small sobs and sniffling.

"Nik, it's really bad."

"What's really bad?"

"They're all dead, Nik." She started sobbing uncontrollably again. If Klaus knew anything about his only sister, it was that her emotions were like a rollercoaster. Up and down. Never holding anything back, even a little.

"Rebekah, who is dead? Tell me!" His voice was growing louder and at this point he was getting agitated. He hated when people tried to sugar coat things, and when they didn't get straight to the point.

"Everyone, Nik. Damon. Stefan. Elena. Bonnie. Matt. Even…" Her voice trailed off, and in that instant, Klaus knew the last name she was going to say. Caroline.

"Caroline! Is she okay?" He stood up again. His stomach sank to his feet, waiting for an answer.

Rebekah sniffled a little bit more, tried to dry her tears and took a deep breathe, and let it out. She didn't want to tell her brother that Caroline had died. She didn't know how he would react. And to be honest, she feared it.

"No."

It was a simple answer. Just one word. That was all he needed. If he was actually alive and human, he knew his heart would have stopped beating the second Rebekah had informed him of Caroline's death. He could not live without her. He didn't want to. Whether Caroline wanted believe it or not, he was in love with her. Would have done anything for her. And now she was gone. And she would never truly know how much he had loved her. Tears started to form in his eyes, and tried to hold them back for the remainder of the time he was on the phone with Rebekah.

"Tell me where you are, Rebekah. I'm going to pick you up and you are going to explain to me how this fucking happened." His voice was raised now, and Rebekah flinched, knowing that this conversation was nowhere near done.

"I'm at the old Lockwood cellar, behind the mansion. In the woods." He hung up the phone without another word.

He completely lost it. Tears were falling down his face and the pain he was feeling was indescribable. The only woman he had ever loved in his life, was now gone. He gripped his phone in his hand as hard as he could, and the next thing it was in pieces on the floor.

He stood up, ignoring the throbbing in his head, walked over to his desk where he left his sketch pad before passing out. He flipped it open to the picture he was drawing earlier before he passed out. It was a picture of Caroline. She was smiling, and her beautiful blonde curls were cascading down her shoulders. He picked up the sketch pad, and threw it across the room. He grabbed the desk and flipped it over. He continued to destroy everything in the living room. Paintings ripped off the wall. Furniture flipped upside down. He screamed at the top of his lungs every time he broke something.

It was the only way he knew how to deal with his anger. Violence. He dropped to his knees with a thud, and held his head in his hands. He didn't know what to do. He sat there for what felt like forever, and finally got up. He took a look around the room. Everything was destroyed. He didn't care though. That was the last thing on his mind. He grabbed his jacket off the floor, and started to walk out. He glanced back for just one moment, and saw a broken mirror. He saw his reflection. His face had dried tears on them and it was red. He hated crying. He hated feeling vulnerable. He hated that he loved her so much, because if he hadn't, he wouldn't have felt this way. He needed to pull himself together. He would not dare to let Rebekah see him like this.

Klaus had hung up on Rebekah. She hated when he did that to her. She supposed he had every right to be mad at her though. She never really liked Caroline, but she never wanted her to die. Klaus had loved her, and she was good for him. She made him a better person.

At this point she was feeling remorse for everyone that had died tonight. She loved Stefan. They had a history together. She always hoped one day they would end up together again. And Matt. She always liked Matt too. He was sweet, and didn't deserve this. He should have got out of Mystic Falls the very first chance he had.

Damon was always an asshole to her, so she could really care less about him. After cure hunting with Elena today, she started to like her just a little bit. Even though Elena had her humanity turned off, she was still a good person. She didn't deserve this either.

Deep down she was compassionate towards Elena, because on some level they understood each other. Elena never wanted to be a vampire. She wanted to have a normal human life, get married, have kids, and grow old. And that's exactly what Rebekah wanted. She hated being a vampire. She hated that she would never be able to have kids. She would never be able to have the life she wanted.

She never knew Bonnie that well either. But she shouldn't have died. She was a witch. A Bennett one at that, and she was very powerful. She always had great respect for witches. Probably because her mother was one years ago.

Looking at all of their dead bodies was making her emotional again. The smell of dead flesh was starting to sink in the air and it made her sick. She just wanted this night to be over. She didn't want to face her brother. He was going to be very mad at her. First of all, because she didn't stop this from happening. Because she didn't save Caroline. And because she didn't stop Silas from running off with the cure.

The drive to the Lockwood mansion was dreadful. He decided to park right in front of the house. He got out of his black SUV, and started the walk towards the woods.

Moments after entering the woods he could smell it. Dead flesh. It made him want to vomit. The thought of his beautiful Caroline dead and rotting away in the woods. This wasn't going to be easy.

He finally came upon Rebekah. She was leaned against a tree. Her clothes were dirty and she looked like a mess. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen her like this in years.

"Rebekah."

"Nik." She said as she started to stand up. She looked over her shoulder to see the bodies again, and then looked at her brother. The look on his face made her heart break into a million pieces. The last time she saw this look on his face was the day that Henrik died.

He looked passed her and a few other trees and that's when he saw them all lying on the ground. That's when he saw her. He started walking towards them, the smell of rotting flesh growing stronger. He finally got to her, and knelt down. He picked up her head in his hands and removed a few pieces of hair that were in her face. He looked at her dead and frail body only to see lots of blood and that her heart had been ripped from her chest.

"Silas did this?" He asked with anger and heartbreak in his voice.

"Yes." She said hesitantly. She was scared. She knew that Klaus had a bad temper, and didn't know how he was going to react to this. To Caroline being dead. Silas off with the cure using it for God knows what.

"Start explaining. Now." The demand in his voice did not go unnoticed by Rebekah when he spoke that last word.

"I guess I'll just start from the beginning." She inhaled. Exhaled. "As you know, Elena and I went to that small town in Pennsylvania to find Katherine. We eventually found her. We sat her down in a restaurant and tried to get some answers out of her…"

Klaus interrupted her before she could finish. "And how did that work out for you, Bekah? I knew I should have handled this myself."

"Nik, please. Just let me finish." He just stared back down at Caroline. He clearly wasn't going to spout off anymore sarcastic comments so Rebekah went back to explaining.

"We were starting to get answers out of her and then those awful Salvatore brothers had to interrupt us. We sat there and all five of us argued until we all agreed that we would go back to Katherine's to look for the cure. We got to Katherine's and…"

Klaus rushed over to her using vampire speed, grabbed her throat and slammed her against a tree.

"You tried to take the cure. Not knowing if it would work or not. Did you ever think that if it had actually worked, Damon wouldn't have killed you on the spot? You would have been human and all he needed to do was snap your pretty little neck and you wouldn't have woke up. Use your fucking head, Rebekah. Plus I told you to get the cure for me, not to use the damn thing!" He finally released her and when she did she let out a breath she was holding and rubbed her neck where his hand was.

"Well I'm going to skip all the other boring details, but at the end of it all Stefan and Damon got the cure from Katherine. And then Elena ended up stealing it from them. She called creepy professor Shane or Silas or whatever his name is and wanted to make a deal with him. He agreed to meet her here. She informed Bonnie, Matt, and… Caroline."

"Don't say her name."

She brushed off the comment he made and continued. "When Silas got here he had brought some witches with him. Everything got out of control, and I tried several times to call you. Don't act like I didn't try, Nik. Because I did. But I wasn't going to risk my life in the midst of it." The memory of him sipping on his bourbon and drawing pictures of Caroline flashed through his head. He would have given anything to go back in time. To see her again. To see her alive, and happy. But was she really happy? He had ruined her relationship with Tyler and drove him out of town. Rebekah's voice snapped him back to reality.

"Before I knew it Silas' witches were performing a spell which created a boundary so none of them could leave. Luckily enough I wasn't in the boundary when he created it so I hid behind some brush and watched the whole thing unfold. Don't act like you are the only one hurt by this, Nik. I loved Stefan. I cared about Matt." Tears were forming in her eyes again.

"Go back to the SUV and wait for me there. I will take care of this, by myself. Before you leave hand me your phone. I need to use it and mine is broke." He held out his hand waiting for Rebekah to give him the phone and she gave him a confused look while handing her phone to him. She started walking back. She knew better than to question her brother at a time like this. Although she did wonder what he planned on doing with the bodies.

He knelt back down to Caroline again and picked up her head and held it in his hands. He felt so helpless. This was not over. He was going to get revenge on Silas. No matter what it took.

He knew what he needed to do. He wasn't going to bury them here. Whether he wanted to admit it or not they all deserved a proper burial. He made a quick call to the police and informed them that multiple murders had taken place behind the Lockwood mansion. He hung up the phone without answering anymore questions. It took everything inside of him to leave Caroline there but this was what needed to be done. With vampire speed he was back to the SUV. Rebekah was waiting for him there. He climbed in and stared the vehicle.

"What did you do with the bodies, Nik?" She asked as he handed the phone back to her.

"I didn't do anything to them, they're still there. I was not burying them out there only to be missing and forgotten. Caroline deserves more than that." He continued on. "I called the police and they should be here shortly. That's why when we get back to the mansion I'm giving you ten minutes to pack your stuff up because we're getting the hell out of here."

"We're leaving? Where are we going?" Since everything had happened the thought hadn't actually crossed her mind to leave. The more she thought about it though, it made sense. There was nothing left for them there.

"New Orleans. I have an old friend there that I've been meaning to catch up with. Plus I already have a place there."

"When were you ever in New Orleans?" She didn't remember Klaus being in New Orleans. Then it dawned on her. Before she could say anything else Klaus interrupted.

"You were daggered and in the coffin. It was between the 1940's and 1950's."

She scoffed. "Of course I was daggered and lying in a box. You never cared about me, Nik." Tears started to form in her eyes yet again. She suddenly got mad at herself for it. She didn't even remember the last time she had cried this much.

Klaus was too tired to give her one of his usual snarky comments so he put the SUV in park, turned it off, and started to climb out. "We're here. Ten minutes, Bekah. And I'm leaving. With or without you."

She walked through the front door and saw the destroyed living room. All the furniture and end tables were flipped over and broken. All of his paintings were thrown about and ripped up. Her heart broke for her older brother. She knew he was hurt. Whether he would admit it or not.

She made her way upstairs to her room, grabbed the two biggest Louis Vuitton suitcases she had and started piling clothes in them. Only her favorites of course. She didn't have time to grab the whole set of suitcases and put all her clothes in them. By the time she had packed her favorite tops, jeans, dresses and high heels, she had about two minutes left. She decided to call Elijah.

She scrolled through her phone and came upon his name. She hadn't heard from him in so long she wondered if this number was the right one anymore. She called it and it went straight to voicemail. She decided to leave him a voicemail, even if he never got it. She wanted to feel like she was talking to him.

"Hey Lijah, it's me. Bekah." Her voice sounded uneasy and she knew it. "I just called to talk to you." A few moments had passed. Tears started to form in her eyes again and she let out a sob. "I miss you." She wiped her tears and inhaled and exhaled. "Anyways, Nik and I are leaving Mystic Falls. Something has happened and there is nothing here for us anymore. Nik is going to New Orleans and I'm going with him. He needs you, Lijah. He won't admit it but he needs you. It would be nice of you to show up. You know where to find us, Nik already has a place there." She looked at the clock. She was running out of time. "I have to go, but I love you." She hung up the phone.

She put her phone in her pocket and took one look around her room. She would miss this place. Even though Mystic Falls had brought her nothing but trouble, this place just felt like home. She would never forget it.

She grabbed her suitcases off the bed and started the walk downstairs. Klaus was nowhere to be found so she decided to put her suitcases in the back of the SUV. She climbed in, and waited for him there.

A minute later she heard him walk out of the house, slamming the door and suitcase in hand. He opened up the back door of the SUV and tossed his suitcase in. He climbed in, and started the vehicle up and drove off.

This was it, he thought. He was finally leaving Mystic Falls. He just never expected it to be like this.

Alright, tell me what you think! I would love a review. Although I will hate any negative criticism, please be honest. I've already started on the second chapter so that should be posted within the next few days hopefully!