I added more to this one because there's something at the beginning that some people might not have noticed.
Caroline walked through the door of Elena's house, and found Tyler searching through the cabinet for a glass. She knew that Klaus was trapped but already decided to refuse to acknowledge him.
"You're still here? What're you doing?" She asked. Tyler considered his reply.
"Gloating." He said, coming to the counter and began to pour himself a drink. She heard Klaus's footsteps behind her.
"Hello Caroline." He said solemnly, staring at her. She didn't turn all the way around, just continued to give him a silent glare as Tyler picked his head up. She looked back at Tyler and ignored the fact that Klaus's eyes were still on her.
"Come home. Don't stoop to his level." She said, coming closer to Tyler and leaning over the counter.
"He destroyed my life." Tyler replied, leaning over the counter as well. "I plan on being present for every second of his misery until I can kill him myself." Tyler explained. Klaus blinked away from looking at Caroline to Tyler as he raised his glass to Klaus and started staring at him. Klaus merely nodded and looked down, in spite of Caroline looking back at him. She'd made her stand quite clear. Kol was dead. His little brother was never supposed to end this way, as a way to get ahold of some cure to vampirism.
"Fine. We can gloat and multi task, this place is a disaster." Klaus kept his head down for a minute and then looked up at Caroline who was getting something to cover Kol. He blinked and looked down again at his brother. The blanket covered Kol and Klaus stared down at him. He couldn't escape the thought of how Kol must have suffered when he died. He had been set on fire, vervain sprayed at his body. The agony of that alone was too much to bear thinking of his little brother having to bear. This couldn't go unanswered. Kol had to be avenged.
"Tyler's mother is dead." Klaus said. Caroline looked at him with a cold glare, her hands on her hips. "So is my brother. We're even." His brother was as dear to him as Tyler's mother had been, perhaps more. Tyler merely looked at him like he was insane. He turned to Caroline.
"Call Bonnie. Tell her to let me out of here." Klaus asked in a soft voice, looking around his confinement. He realized in some small way, he was begging, but this woman was Caroline. It didn't matter.
"I will never, ever, help you." Caroline replied, throwing her words at him.
"How quickly you forget that I saved Tyler from the misery of being a werewolf." Klaus said, gesturing to a smug Tyler behind the counter. Caroline crossed her arms. "Or the night your mother, invited me into her home, to save the life of her precious daughter." He added. He'd done so much just by saving her life, what else did she need to do to repay him than just fulfilling one simple request?
"God how delusional are you? You killed his mother." Caroline replied, gesturing to Tyler. Klaus looked her right in the eye and shook his head slightly, unbelieving of how she couldn't see past it this one time. Kol was dead. Of all the people who would understand losing a loved one and moving on in this household, it was her. "Let's not forget that we're standing in a house where Elena's Aunt Jenna used to live. Or did you think that your charm would make us forget how you killed her too?" She added. He did not deny his actions toward Elena, they were inconsequential. But Caroline using them to stab into him was making him cross. His brother's corpse, was only feet away.
"You-you, you know what, no, I am not going to engage, in this. I- You are not even worth the calories I burn talking to you." Caroline told him, looking like she'd won the argument just by that one remark. Mikael, had told him how worthless he was, and he and Kol and his other siblings had to run to escape his murderous wrath. Kol did not live long enough to be aware of repeated insults, raised by the girl of his affections.
Something snapped.
Klaus pulled the lamp to him and pulled it in, then pushed it into Caroline's stomach, a gasp sounding from her surprised face, her hands gripping the lamp post.
"No!" Tyler cried. Rage was all Klaus felt and he was not going to just stand here and prove his father right.
Klaus pulled Caroline into the boundary line with the lamp post and the post was pulled from her body, he grabbed her and embraced her, hardly feeling her hand placed on his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of her hair back as he sunk his teeth into her neck, another gasp sounding from her mouth until it became weak. He released her and she fell to the floor, he breathed in the smell of her blood and tipped his head back. Neither of them were eyeing him with disdain or smugness any longer. Kol could rest in peace.
He turned back to Tyler, who came closer to get a better look at Caroline. Klaus's mouth now had Caroline's blood shining on it. He knew Caroline was going to die now, permanently this time, and by his own hand, not by one of his hybrids'. He silently mourned her upcoming death and in the blink of an eye he felt elated again.
"Now that was definitely worth the calories." Klaus said in a smug voice.
Klaus heard footsteps coming from behind him, while he stared out of the window. He knew it was Tyler. And he knew it was Caroline. He turned around, only to look at her. She still had on the shirt that was stained from his stabbing her, and she looked like a bit of a mess. Admittedly he couldn't deny she was still beautiful even in this state, even after her words pierced him. But things of beauty did not last in this world. She was not an exception.
"You wanna be in control, Klaus?" Tyler asked rhetorically "Here." He stood up fully and looked him in the eye. "Now you get to be in control of her life. If you want her to die, fine. But then you can sit here, and watch her die yourself." Klaus heard the hybrid's voice breaking in the last word. He admired the hybrid's bravery, and commended his strategy. Not many of his army had thoughts that large in their brain. As Tyler left, Klaus walked towards Caroline, who was staring at him innocently, clearly in pain but there was very little she could do about it. She could barely move. Not many hours had passed, since she had told him he was worthless, not much more since Kol had died. He was going to let her die.
"Nothing personal, love. But if I cure you, that means victory for him." He explained. Then he sat down on the end of the table facing her. She took a ragged intake of breath and continued to stare at him. He knew already what she was trying to do.
"Don't worry. It won't be long now." He told her. Regret filled his chest, as he continued to watch Caroline lay there before him and slowly die. But both she and Tyler had left him no choice. Tyler was not going to win against him, now or ever. Caroline was merely collateral damage, but he disliked that she had to get caught in the middle like this. Had to test him. Caroline looked away, and drew in another ragged breath. Klaus looked away, and took in the detail of the room all over again.
An hour had passed, neither of them had spoken. Then Caroline yelped slightly and Klaus's attention went back to her. She turned to him and her puppy-dog eyes came out.
"I-I need, to lie on the couch. So the pain won't be so bad." Caroline stated in a pleading manner. Klaus looked at her briefly.
"Why should I help you, Caroline." He asked in honesty "Just hours ago, you said that I was not worth the calories you burned talking to me. And now you're asking for my help merely for your own gains?" He asked in a hiss. Caroline looked pained with a flicker of defiance as Klaus studied her. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again to him.
"Please." She asked in a small voice. Klaus looked at her hard. This was the last night Caroline had to live. She shouldn't die lying on the floor. He kneeled beside her and lifted her head with one hand, then propped her back up on his arm. Then he leaned over slightly and held onto the underside of her legs with the other arm. He lifted her up off the ground, and her head lolled back, opening the wound he gave her more and warranting a slight yelp. Her arm hanging limp from his neck where he placed it, Klaus carried her to the couch, and set her head down on the armrest. He put the rest of her body down gently, and moved her arms to rest on her torso. Klaus looked back up at Caroline and saw the pleading eyes again. Wanting him to do more than just lay her down here. Tyler was winning.
Klaus walked over to the edge of the room and stood against the wall, crossing his arms and staring into the darkness steadily. Kol's death would not be in vain. He was not weak. And Caroline was not going to prove that he was.