Chapter 7

***Present Day***

Damon was reluctant to believe Professor Shane. Sure, maybe he did know where the tomb was, but there was no way he wanted to find the tomb just for the sake of making history. But still, if Shane did know where the tomb was there was no need for Klaus's sword, so he took out his cell and called Stefan.

"Hello?" he heard Stefan from the other end.

"Just thought I'd let you know that your little quest for the sword isn't need anymore."

"W-wait what? What are you talking about?" Stefan looked at Caroline and the hybrids surrounding him.

"We know how to get to the tomb… which means that we don't need the sword anymore… listen I'll eplain everything later but right now I gotta fix this whole Jeremy problem." Damon hung up and Caroline was dying to know what was going on.

"Looks like we don't need the sword," Stefan said, "which means that we won't be a problem anymore for you guys. You can carry on with your suicidal plan, and we won't stop you. Now, can you please let us go?" The hybrids all looked at each other, a bit suspicious.

"Alright fine you can go," one of them said, and Stefan made his way out of the cellar. Caroline's heart dropped to her stomach. Yes, Klaus was a horrible person who has done horrible things, but did he really deserve to die? Was he really incapable of redemption? She'd seen a different side of him multiple times before. He'd saved her life more than once before, and now that she had the ability to save his what was she to do? Betray he friends? Betray Tyler?

"Caroline?" Stefan called from outside the cellar. He looked at her with concern. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'm coming." She made her way out of the cellar. Get it together Caroline this is Klaus we're talking about. He's beyond saving.

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Anya got up, startled by all the screaming. Still groggy from sleep, she crawled out of bed and opened the shutters to see what the heck was going on. She saw a woman running out of her home drenched in blood, but she didn't seemed to be injured which meant that it wasn't her blood. Pretty soon more there were more screams as more women ran out of their houses seeking help from others. The towns people were all awake by now and all gathered outside.

"Silas," Anya glanced over at the bed, "Silas! Wake up. Something's happened."

"hmmm," Silas grumbled something, but didn't get up from bed, just turned over to the other side of the bed. Anya looked back outside, saw men being dragged out of their homes, their throats sliced, and their wives mourning over their limp bodies.

"Silas!" Anya gasped. She rushed over to his side and shook him awake. "Put on your shoes and coat, something's happened."

Silas did as he was told without question. He knew from the grave tone of Anya's voice that this was serious. Anya was already out the door when Silas was rushing to put on his shoes.

That's when he heard the most heart wrenching scream. "Anya!" He leapt to his feet and was out the door within a heart beat. She was just outside the door, her hand covering her mouth as she watched two bodies being carried out by a group of men. Silas recognized those bodies as Anya's parents, and his jaw dropped in disbelief. Oh no. No, this can't be. Anya dropped to her knees, and her eyes followed her parents as they were carried towards the other bodies that were found.

Never in her life was she filled with such sorrow. She knew that they weren't the greatest parents in the world, but they were still her parents. Those lifeless bodies, drenched in crimson were her parents. Silas got on his knees and wrapped his arms around her tightly, kissing the top of her head. Anya couldn't hold it in any longer. She buried her face into his chest, and cried hysterically, but it still wasn't enough to relieve her of the grief she was feeling. She wished that she could just disappear or that she could wake up and realize that it was all just a dream. No, not a dream, a night mare. But being in Silas' arms made her feel safer; there was nowhere she'd rather be in a moment like this. "W-who would do s-something like this Silas?" she croaked, "Why would they do something like this?"

"I don't know, love," he whispered, "I don't know."

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As Klaus made his way into the woods, Hayley's words kept playing back in his mind over and over. Your beloved Hybrids… they've all been planning your death for weeks now Klaus. Tyler unsired them, and they will all be waiting for you at the cellar. And they will kill you. It was a bit humorous to him in a way, that they could all be foolish enough to believe that they actually had a chance against him.

He could see them all gathered by the cellar. Adrian, the hybrid who had led Klaus there, was just a few steps ahead of Klaus, and as they approached the others, Klaus dug his hand into Adrian's back effortlessly and gripped his heart. The other hybrids looked up at him, terror written all over their faces as they began to realize that their plan had failed. He ripped out Adrian's heart, holding it up for the others to see what their fate would be in just a few moments.

They all started to retreat, but Klaus was too fast for them. With each heart he severed, each heart he ripped out, Klaus become more and more enraged; more engulfed with a flood of emotions. These were his hybrids. The things he'd worked so hard to create and what for? So that they could all betray him? They were supposed to be his new family, but just as his parents and siblings rejected him, or tried to end his life, so did his hybrids. Never had he ever felt so alone in his existence. He found himself drenched with the blood of his creations, but there was one left. Kim, had managed to crawl her way into the cellar, and Klaus followed her.

If there was any hint of humanity in him, it was now gone. Humanity was weakness. He didn't need family, and he didn't need his hybrids. He didn't need anyone. He was a monster, and as a monster he was doomed to an eternity of solitude. The sooner he accepted that the better.

He made his way toward Kim, his bloodied blade in hand. In a split second he had her pinned against the wall, the blade pressed up against her throat. The sense of empowerment made its way through him. It happened every time he was about to kill someone. Their life would be in the palm of his hand, and looking into their eyes he could see the power he had over them. He could see their understanding of what was to come.

"Where is Tyler Lockwood?" he asked her through gritted teeth.

"I-I don't know," she managed to croak despite the blade pressed against her throat.

"Wrong answer," he pushed the blade through her neck and then the emptiness came crawling back as it always did after he killed someone. He dropped the blade on the floor and tightened his jaw, letting it all sink in. Never in a million year did he think he would have to murder his own precious hybrids, but here they were; twelve bodies scattered about the floor with pools of blood collecting around them. The silence was almost too much for him to bear, when suddenly he heard a quiet voice behind him.

"Klaus…" He turned around, and to his surprise he saw Caroline.