Blood. The smell of it was intoxicating. It stained his clothing, covered every nearby surface, and dripped from the tree limbs that hung overhead.

He slowly stood up and found himself at what had been a campsite. Bodies of all shapes and sizes littered the ground. Necks were torn from their throats; limbs were hanging in a grotesque fashion.

If he didn't have shreds of flesh in between his teeth and blood under his fingernails he would have thought Stefan Salvatore had fallen off the wagon and fell back to his ripper days.

He stumbled back as a wave of memories crashed into his fragile state of mind. He remembered falling to the ground as gut wrenching pain filled his body and he was consumed with a blood lust that he hasn't felt in a thousand years.

He remembered the euphoric sensation of the blood going down the back of his throat as he sank his fangs deeply into the fragile skin of every terror filled victim.

As he turned to make his way from the chaos that surrounded him he found himself face to face with the last person that he wanted to witness the destruction that lay before them.

Buffy Summers stood before him with her long blonde hair in loose waves and her suitcase in hand.

"Klaus… What did you do?" She whispered, sounding like she was a million miles away.

Her emerald green eyes met his blue eyes with an inhuman look of grief that tore his very soul to shreds. The emptiness that filled her face caused him such an outburst of guilt that he spun to smash the closest thing that lay before him.

The empty bottle tore his already bloody palm to ribbons. He watched as skin started to repair itself and he wished that it would be as easy to fix the problem that lay before him.

"I don't understand; I can't understand this." Her voice quivered talking more to herself than him.

He tried to remember what had caused him to create such chaos, but his mind was still foggy and buzzing with energy.

He remembered holding his feisty slayer as he watched her sleep after they had made love into the early morning hours. He remembered kissing her goodbye after she promised to meet him at their intended rendezvous point.

And then nothing, but a voice that had spoken about his deepest fears, a voice that had whispered of his darkest desires, and a strong burning need to tear into the flesh of every living thing that had been in his path.

"I did everything I was told!" He shouted at her as he grabbed for his head. He tore at his face to get at the buzzing noise that still lingered in the back of his mind.

"By who Klaus? Was this your plan to get close to me? To get my guard down." She pleaded, his heart constricted at the pain in her voice.

Buffy ran to the nearest corpse to check for a pulse and stumbled to the next reaching for their torn necks trying in vain to cover their gaping wounds. "I have to help them…"

"Sweetheart… They're all dead." He whispered brokenly as he slowly stepped toward her.

Before he could make any movement to comfort her she immediately withdrew her stake. "Leave. Now! They warned me not to trust you and I refused to listen," she struggled to contain her emotions and wiped a tear hastily off her face. "I refused to accept what you really are, but you think I would've learned by now."

"Buffy, please, try to let me explain what I remember." He whispered.

"Do you think I want to hear the gory details? The fun you had as they screamed and begged for their lives. How fun it was to make me trust you, too love you?" She was nearly shouting at him as tears leaked from her eyes.

Klaus felt his heart hit his feet after all the years alone trying to find acceptance and family he found a woman that made him feel alive, whole, and even human. Only too lose her over his own careless mistakes. Klaus was always one step ahead of his enemies and then he met Buffy. Mikael would have called him a love sick fool.

"Don't do this after everything we've been through. We will find who did this together and I'll make them suffer." Klaus pleaded, slowly he tried to step towards her.

"Don't come back or else I'll find a way to end your miserable existence!" She snarled at him.

He nodded and slowly faded into the shadows leaving her to clean a mess that he made without any idea to what caused it. He swore to whatever gods were above that he would find whomever or whatever did this to him and make them pay.

Author Note 3: This is my first story and unfortunately I didn't have a beta writer. I'm really excited to see what everyone thinks so please review! Thank you for reading!