Ghost - Damon killed a human Caroline, but dead rarely meant gone. Especially in Mystic Falls...

"No, you are the only stupid thing here. And shallow. And useless."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Mm-hmm"

Black veins started to crawl across his face. Icy blue eyes bled crimson. A monster stared back at her and she screamed.

But nobody came.

Caroline remembered sharp tearing pain. Then darkness. It felt like she was suffocating or choking, but when she tried to move nothing responded.

She couldn't see.

She couldn't hear.

All she felt was cold.

Agony.

Sometimes she heard snippets of sound, saw sudden flashes of scenes.

Her mother being told she ran away. Her mother believing she would run...

Stefan transforming into the same monster as his brother.

Elena softening to her murderer.

Bonnie, always seeming more Elena's friend then hers, proving her right as she lends aid to the monster that killed her.

They were no friends of hers.

Days past. Or maybe weeks. But slowly Caroline grew stronger. Sounds and images lasted longer. Until one day they didn't fade away. So she screamed and begged that someone would hear her.

They never did.

Then, she learned that they may not hear her, but she was no longer voiceless. When Damon was trapped and burning she smiled. When Bonnie came to save him she raged.

And the flames responded. They fought against Bonnie's quelling magic. It was a shame that her surprise allowed Bonnie to win the fight, but perhaps that was for the better. When Damon died she wanted him to know it was her. She wanted him to scream as a monster killed him.

She wanted him to die knowing nobody came.

Katherine Pierce (or was it Katerina Petrova?) coming to town was a shock. It was strange to see her former friend's face on a completely different person, but she provided such a good opportunity.

As the girl wreaked havoc, Caroline followed in her wake. A bit more wreckage in the aftermath of fights. Old artifacts breaking in forgotten corners of an old boarding house. Objects left in different places than remembered. And her personal favorite. Every fight, every conflict Damon started. He would find his blows landing not quite where he intended. His strength falling a bit short. His speed a little slower. His senses a bit duller.

And then came the greatest opportunity of them all.

Klaus

"He killed them, my entire family, just to get back at me for running. Whatever you do to escape Klaus, he will get his vengeance on your friends, your family and anyone that you've ever loved."

Perhaps had she lived Caroline would have been helping alongside everyone else in their quest to protect Elena. She would have been a loyal friend.

But she didn't live. She was no longer their friend.

Instead, she spent months watching them consort with her murderer and forgetting she ever existed with sickening ease. So, she could appreciate a good revenge story.

Who are you, Klaus?

Caroline pondered the kind of being that could enact such bloody, immediate vengeance and send a vampire running in terror for centuries. She was startled out of her thoughts when she found herself quite suddenly elsewhere.

"Do keep me informed on my brother's whereabouts. It's unlike him to be wandering Podunk, one-pony towns."

The British accent was a surprise, but not more so than her appearance before this stranger. Caroline had never managed to teleport to someone she didn't know in life.

Was this...Klaus?

He had been who she was just thinking of after all. Caroline looked around from the shadowed corner she had appeared in, hoping for clues to her whereabouts or confirmation of the stranger's identity.

She was extremely startled when he suddenly appeared in front of her with a burst of supernatural speed.

"Now, how did you get in here, sweetheart?" She absently noted that she wished she could pull off that pleasantly threatening tone, but what burst from her lips was a different thought. The more important one.

"Y-you can see me?!"

His brow furrowed, as suspicion darkened his gaze. "Should I not be able to?"

"I-. No. I'm dead."

Seeing his disbelief, Caroline slowly reached out, hoping she wasn't suddenly able to touch people too. As fantastic as that would be in other circumstances, it wouldn't exactly lend credence to her claim. She also had a feeling that being intangible was an advantage when one was before Maybe-Klaus (and definitely Real-Klaus).

Thankfully, her hand passed right through him. She saw him jolt. He must have felt the same discomfort Damon always complained about. An odd chill and the sensation of flesh writhing under skin.

She quickly retreated back a few steps. Damon deserved every second of her torment, but this guy didn't.

As she stepped back, she peered into his eyes catching flashes of intrigue and lingering doubt.

For the first time in a long time she started to ramble, "Look I don't know how else to convince you. My name is Caroline Forbes. Born October 10, 1992. Died September 23, 2009. I grew up in Mystic Falls, Virginia, and you can probably verify all of this with Google or something. Do vampires use Google? Well if you do, you'll see that I'm reported missing not dead, since my cowardly, former friends didn't have the guts to tell my mother I'm dead. But I guess it doesn't matter since she didn't care either! And lately, the place has been infested with vampires so you'll probably get a lot of hits for animal attacks. Oh! And I appeared here after listening to Katherine spew her history to Elena, history about Klaus. So, are you Klaus?"

The man blinked, taken aback by her sudden barrage. However, it didn't take him long to process. With a single step forward he was right in front of her once more.

"I am. Did you say Katerina is in Mystic Falls?" The eager widening of his eyes almost made his face boyish if it weren't for the glint of viciousness.

Caroline gave a tiny nod. "I did. She's trapped in the tomb beneath Fell's Church." She trailed off and bit her lip. Looked down. Hesitated.

I'm sorry Sheriff Forbes, but I haven't seen her. Wide, doe brown eyes locked with blue.

Damon, Stefan's my boyfriend, but you're my friend. A delicate tanned hand gripped his.

Bonnie, please! You have to help him!

Her heart hardened and she looked up into impatient blue eyes. An ocean. Not ice.

"Elena Gilbert," she hissed, "a human doppelgänger. She's in Mystic Falls too."

AN: Anti-Damon is probably going to be a consistent theme so if that's not your thing please go elsewhere. Ghost/Poltergeist!Caroline proceeds to help Klaus break his curse and they live happily ever after.