''He's a love sick fool who's better off in death''...
He said it with bitterness remembering how his own infatuation with the little blonde vampire had almost resulting in Kol's and the rest of his siblings' deaths. Well, he'd never make that mistake again. He should just take his doppelgänger and Rebekah and be rid of this God-forsaken place where the memories of all of the pain that came with humanity remained. But whenever he thought of leaving Mystic Falls his chest felt hollow. As if his bones were unwilling to leave. Attached to the ground where he should've lived his human life and died, rotting in this soil. Although alongside the pain and feelings of abandonment, he felt a new strong vigour.
For a thousand years he travelled but he had a purpose, an aim: to protect his family from Mikael, kill Mikael, find the doppelgänger, break the curse and make more hybrids. And it had all happened in the space of three months. Everything he wished for. But then why did he still feel... incomplete. He thought that by creating hybrids they'd form a sense of kinsmanship, comrades but all it entailed were blind idiot puppies looking up to him for a biscuit every five seconds. True, Tyler had stood up to him. But it was his love for Caroline that gave him the strength to do that. That was the moment where he first became intrigued of the blonde, for more than her obvious beauty. Then he discovered that her father had tortured her, hating her for being a vampire and he felt...empathetic? He remembered feeling pity but having no way to express it without seeming superfluous or weak.
Enough... He tried to stop thinking about the angel to his devil but he couldn't help it. And he wondered why, and not for the first time, why her allure was so intoxicating. He had met and bedded thousands of women over the years but his heart had never been in it. He felt attractions to be sure- but once they had sex and opened their mouths and he heard the trivial nonsense that came, he soon lost interest. He smiled, remembering his competition with Byron in seducing Austen...Now there was a woman who had her wits about her... shame she was too prudish...
When Caroline spoke, it was different. He wanted to listen. The sound of her voice was mesmerising. He admired her determination to be strong, even at her death-bed. The beautiful melodic ring of her voice. How she had figured him out just within 15 minutes of conversation at the ball. She was far more intelligent then she gave herself credit for. If he could show her the world- what a diamond she could develop into. And he'd do it. Just for a look. For her to look at him like he was worthy of her.
It drove him insane to think that she looked at that dim witted high school peasant like that. She was far superior to him in all accounts, and she needed a man. Not a pathetic dim-witted boy who didn't know the first thing about making love to a woman.
At that he felt a stirring. The things he would do to her... He pictured her soft pearl white skin and glorious blonde curls, her supple breasts and milky thighs. Kissing and tasting every part of her, slowly and patiently till it built up. And then he would receive his prize: seeing the expression of her eyes at the crucial moment.
Urgh- he did it again. No matter how much he tried to look indifferent, especially to Rebekah, his thoughts couldn't help but go back to her. Angry at his lack of self-control he sped out of the house and sank his teeth into the first carotid artery he smelt. Then he grew angry again. He always chose his victims carefully, usually young beautiful women. He looked at the body. It was an elderly lady.
He froze for a second. And so this revelation led him to the conclusion: he could never leave Mystic Falls. Perhaps never again, at least not whilst Miss Forbes remained And he was Klaus. He never gave up. And he would try again. He would wait for an eternity if he could. Just for her to look at him with her beautiful eyes and for there not to be an expression of disgust within them.