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Be My Saviour

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Klaus sat before an empty sheet of paper, still sitting in his bloodstained clothes. He barely had to think about what to draw.

He traced the outlines of her face; his hands had already memorized the blonde ringlets, a flicker of her bright smile, the light in her eyes.

This drawing was one of her when she had been sleeping close to him, head laying near his wrist. He had offered her finer accommodations, but she had promptly refused. Klaus, his mind still numb from the injuries, was therefore submissive.

He remembered how the luminous shafts of daylight had breathed life across her face. She had been an angel then, he thought, her lovely face at peace, her blonde hair fanned out, the light making her radiate life more than ever before. Her dark eyelashes fluttered at her cheek as she breathed in and out. A hint of a smile curved her soft, tender lips, as if she was remembering a happy memory.

And so that was what he drew.

He'd been surprised at first, but pleasantly so, when he saw that she had decided to stay the night. He had half-expected her to run off; it was him, after all. But instead he saw her, and he would lock that memory in his head and keep it for all of eternity.

She had chosen to help him, and, to stay with him. Klaus had no recollection of anyone doing that for him.

Love is a vampire's greatest weakness, and we are not weak.

He spoke the words with certainty in his mind. The girl was merely a distraction, an infatuation, perhaps, and he would not allow himself to start to care. He did admire her genuine beauty, her strength. Her light. He'd even told her that he fancied her once. But that was as far as he would allow himself.

Love was like a curse; you had to give it in order to receive it.

He finished the drawing but tucked it away somewhere, not bothering to look at it. He didn't have the heart to see what he would eventually lose. What he needed to lose.

He needed to lose her, because if he didn't, he would fall in love with her. And he would be doomed after that; bound to her. And he knew that she wouldn't return his love. After everything, that was what he expected. He was a monster, after all.

Caroline had her blonde head slumped against the stone walls, breath fluttering. She had come to the Lockwood Cellar at Tyler's request. Unfortunately, she had fallen asleep waiting for him to arrive.

"Nice of you to stop by, Care." Tyler's voice broke through her dreams. Caroline was jolted awake.

"Hey."

He ignored her. "What happened to your clothes?" He knelt down beside her, eyebrows scrunched up. "They're bloodstained." Caroline sucked in a breath. She didn't realize it, but when she had been helping Klaus some of his blood must have smeared itself into her clothes, and she'd forgotten to change afterwards.

"I-uh, I was hunting," she told him unconvincingly.

He gravitated towards her, hybrid nose picking up the scent.

"That's Klaus's blood," he said numbly, as if not believing the words himself. "What did you-Caroline, did you attack him? Are you alright?" He touched her cheek.

"I'm fine, Tyler. I didn't attack Klaus, I was...helping him," she said rather bluntly, wincing at herself.

Tyler's hand withdrew from her as if he had been stung. "What?" he asked in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

Caroline was on the defensive now. "Look, Ty, I was hunting in the forest and then I saw him and then he said his hybrids had attacked him so I felt bad for him and I decided to-"

"You felt bad for him? Caroline, he's killed people! He killed those hybrids...he...he killed..." The cold, steel glint returned to his eyes and his jaw clenched. "He tried to kill us, dammit! All of us! You!"

"Well maybe he was doing it for a reason; I mean all of us have killed...the people we killed, they had family, friends, love, hopes, dreams, and we-"

"Don't make excuses for him Caroline." Tyler's voice was deadly sharp. "You don't know him. Not like I do. He made me break every bone in my body. But I did it, I did it for you!" His voice was rising to a shout.

"I know that and I love you for that and-"

"You love me because you're actually in love with me, or only because I make you feel important?" His voice had receded to a whisper, the last shattering blow. Caroline could feel the wet, hot tears. They were sliding down her cheeks, blurring her vision. She was too shocked into hatred and disbelief to conjure up anything to say.

As Tyler turned his back on her, he spat out, "I'm done. With this. All of this. With you." There was so much contempt, so much cold fury in his words that it made her choke out a sob.

"You're selfish! You only want me for yourself don't you! You don't even think I'm worth anything!" she screamed, her voice raw and freshly stinging. He halted in his tracks but didn't turn around.

Then she added in a faint whisper: "Klaus wouldn't have said that about me."

That was the last straw. Tyler flashed around, and his lips were pulled back over his teeth in a manic snarl. His eyes started to glow golden and he began to undergo the transformation.

Horrified, Caroline slowly started to back away. "Tyler?" she said softly, reaching out a hand as if to calm him. But all hell was loose.

He snapped at her hand, but not before she whipped it away. Tears flooded her vision. He wasn't going to stop. He was now growling, pounding his fists against the ground, his fingernails lengthening into claws.

She didn't even have time to scream. Caroline bolted for the door, tears slapping the air behind her as she ran from the person she'd thought she loved.

She made for the forest, having some sort of hope that the thick underbrush and darkness of the pitch-black night would somehow help conceal her. His growls were becoming closer. She could even distinctly hear paws thudding on the stone, up the steps.

As Caroline looked back in fear, she wasn't paying attention to what was up in front. After a second she collided with something hard. She screamed, thinking it was Tyler, starting to kick and bite and claw with her hands. But, as she discovered, the form didn't feel so wolfish. Rather...masculine. A pair of strong arms supported her, grabbing her hands from doing anymore damage, and a crooning, British accent filled the night.

"We've got to stop meeting like this, love."

It was Klaus!

She didn't care who it was, as long as it was someone other than Tyler. Someone saner than him, at least, someone not coming to kill her at the moment.

She threw her arms around him unexpectedly, cutting off whatever he had been wanting to say next. "Klaus," she sobbed hysterically. "It's Tyler. I met him but then we fought and he turned and he wants to kill me and-"

"Calm down, Caroline," he soothed, running a hand through her blonde locks. "No one's going to hurt you tonight."

"Not a chance if she's with you." A different voice cut sharply in. He had turned back! Tyler!

Caroline shrieked and embraced Klaus harder. She didn't know who to trust anymore; her whole life had been one nightmare since she had been a vampire, and it was always full of dying people and sadness. She was following her instincts now. And she trusted it.

Klaus pushed Caroline aside, not roughly. "You've been bad today, mate. What's gotten to you?" He had his playing voice on, the voice Caroline recognized when he was about to hurt someone.

"Hand her over, Klaus. She's safer with me than with you."

"Considering you tried to bite her, maybe thirty seconds ago, I'll take my chances."

"It's because of you!" Tyler yelled, rage prevailing. "Everything's because of you! I'll kill you with my bare hands-"

"I'm the alpha, you seem to be forgetting that, Lockwood. Heed my warning: Stay away from Caroline. If you don't...I'll kill you." He said the last part softly and gently, his simple threat overcoming Tyler's with his force and wrath, his sinister eyes glowering in the dark.

Tyler had his fists clenched. He put up a good fight, but eventually his will was crushed by the alpha's. He slunk away into the night, not daring to say anything more.

Klaus turned to Caroline. "You're safe now, Caroline," he whispered.

The past year, for Caroline, had been hell. She'd turned into a vampire, killed someone, fallen in and out of love, had death lurking around every corner, and now this.

"Klaus..."

She fainted, but not before Klaus caught her. As she had done with him.

He lifted her gently into his arms, caressing her pale face and threading his fingers through her golden hair, admiring her beauty even in the most dark of times.