Request by OriginalGroupie666: I'd love to see something where Klaus and Caroline are in a relationship when her dad tries to "fix her" and he's the one who rescues her not Tyler. I'm just really interested to see what his thoughts would be about her dad thinking she needs fixed and she's a monster.

I don't know how but it ended like this, I hope you guys like it.

Angst-y, slightly fluffy near the end.

Not A Monster

can we be fixed
can we be freed
from these demons that
live inside of us

'Daddy?' she whimpered, fright dripping from her words. 'Are you there? Why won't you talk to me?' As no response followed, she screamed 'Dad!' once again.

Smoke entered the cellar as she saw the familiar figure of her father walking up to her. She was scared, oh so scared.

'I'm so sorry this happened to you, princess,' Bill said, cupping her cheek softly as he looked at his daughter in pity.

'Dad-'

'I need an answer.' His touches were soft and caring, but the look in his eyes was cold, deathly. 'How do you walk in the sunlight?'

She shook her head, unwillingly to answer. 'Daddy,' she begged quietly. 'Just let me go.'

Bill stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. 'Sweetheart, please, just answer me.' He smiled sadly. 'Then we'll get on with it.'

'Is that all?' she asked with a small voice, looking up to the man she once loved so much. 'Is that all you want to know?'

Her father nodded. 'That's all I want to know.'

Caroline wiggles her fingers, nodding towards the ring on her finger.

'Interesting,' Bill murmured as he took it off.

'No, dad, no!' Caroline yelled, tears pooling in her eyes. 'What are you-'

He threw it somewhere on the ground.

'What are you doing? What are you doing?'

His voice was calm, steady, when he spoke. 'Your ancestors built this place. People figured it was for unruly prisoners at the jailhouse, but the real reasons were different.'

He gestured to the walls. 'Vervain in the ventilation system to keep their subject weak.' He tapped on the chair. 'Reinforced steel.'

His eyes fixed on something behind her, he smiled sadly again. 'And that.'

He exited the cellar, leaving Caroline confused and scared.

'What are you doing?' she asked as he puts a blood bag in front of her. Her vampire features showed as the smell of the liquid reached her nostrils.

'Blood controls you, sweetheart,' he mumbled softly. 'This is how I'm going to fix you.'

The next moment, screams filled the cellar as she felt the sun burn on her back, the sight of the ring just out of her reach causing tears to fall down.

She didn't know how many times passed as he closed the little window again, for the seventh time already.

'Please,' she begged. 'Please, no more, no more.'

She looked at her father as if he was an alien, a man she didn't know. She couldn't look at him like she once did, and they both knew it.

'I don't hurt anyone, I swear,' she cried. 'Dad, I swear. I can handle the urges, I can!'

'If you could handle it, this wouldn't happen,' Bill said simply, holding the blood bag in front of her to cause her fangs to extract.

'I'm sorry,' she whimpered. 'I'm sorry.'

'In a while, you will associate vampirism with pain. In time, the thought of human blood will make you repress your vampire instincts completely.'

In a while, it echoed. In time.

How much longer did she need to put up with this torture? How much longer would it take for her to break?

'That's impossible,' she whispered quietly. 'Daddy, you can't change who I am.'

'Yes, I can, sweetheart.' He shook his head in disappointment.

'No.'

Caroline thought she saw a devilish smile creep up his face for only a second before his voice sounded again. 'You remember this feeling?'

'No!' she screamed. 'No! No more, daddy, please!'

Ignoring her pleas, he pulled the chain again, causing the sun to appear in the cellar again, burning her as she cried.

'I'm okay, daddy. I've learned to adapt,' she tried to convince him, burn marks still visible on her skin. She wasn't healing that well anymore, the absence of feeding and the constant burning taking it's toll on her. 'I don't need to be fixed, daddy. I can't be fixed.'

'I've always thought you to try your best, princess,' Bill said, cupping her cheek. 'I need you to try your best now.' He put the blood bag in front of her.

Caroline fought her fangs to extract.

'There, see?' There was actually a little pride in his tone. 'You're doing it, sweetheart.'

'I can't,' Caroline said, panting. It was hard to fight who she was.

'Yes, you can, baby. Fight the urge.'

'I'm starving, daddy.' Her breathing was heavy. How could he ask this from her? How could he expect her not to be what she was?

'I know you are, Care.' He held the blood bag in front of her much longer than other times. 'Try.'

'Why?' she asked, breathlessly. 'You know it won't work.'

'It has to work,' he grunted, bringing the bag possibly even closer to her face. 'It's the only option.'

'Why?' she asked. 'Why are you trying to fix me?'

'So I don't have to kill you!'

Her fangs extracted, her eyes widening in horror as she expected the next burning session to occur.

It didn't.

'The sun's set,' was the only thing Bill said. 'We'll try again tomorrow.'

Monster. Monster. Monster.

The word echoed in her head. Again and again and again.

She remembered when she had called Klaus that. She remembered when she hadn't cared about how he felt, when she called him a monster, a heartless monster over and over again.

And now, now she knew how much it hurt.

Where was he, anyway? Wasn't he the one who told her he would always save her - that he would always keep her out of harm's way?

Then were was he? Where had he been when she was being tortured by no one else than her own father?

There was no answer. Not from her, not from the walls. Not even from the silence that consumed her.

She talked to herself, by lack of another person to talk to.

'You're not a monster, Caroline,' she would say to herself, her voice croaking, tears falling down. 'You are not a monster.'

Not a monster.

But at the same time, she was not not a monster, was she?

Don't think about that.

Not a monster.

Not a monster.

Not a monster.

It was harder than expected to make yourself believe something that was literally burned into you.

'You're not a monster, Caroline,' she whimpered. 'You are not a monster.' She shook her head to make her fathers echoes disappear. 'You are not a monster.'

Not a monster.

'You're not a monster, Caroline,' he could hear her whimper to herself in despair. 'You're not a monster.'

He slowly opened the door, only to find his Caroline, his bright, bubbly Caroline, chained to a chair, burning marks all over her, her mouth moving slowly as she repeated it over and over again.

You're not a monster, Caroline.

'Caroline,' he whispered.

Her head shot up, and she looked at him in a mixture of relief and sadness. 'Klaus.'

He opened the chains, taking her in his arms.

'My ring,' she whimpered, gesturing to the ground.

In a smooth movement, he picked it up and walked out of the cellar with her, kissing every spot of burned skin he could reach.

'Am I a monster?' she cried in a small voice, hiding her face against his chest. She sobbed uncontrollably, like she had been for quite some time.

'No, sweetheart. No. No.' He rocked her back and forth, rubbing soothing circles over her back as he handed her another blood bag fron the nightstand. They laid on her bed, she curled up against him, his arms around her.

He was angry, oh so angry. How could a man do such things to his daughter?

Could you possibly hate your own child so much that you would torture her? Fix her? Call her a monster?

In all the time he had been with Caroline, he had seen nothing but goodness in her. She wasn't a monster. She did not need to be fixed. She was pure.

'Klaus,' she murmured, looking up to him, frightened and hurt. Pain pierced through his body when he saw her face - the sight of her; broken, tear-strained and completely and utterly unsure about everything was unbearable.

'Yes, sweetheart?' He kissed her forehead lightly, stroking her hear.

'Do I...' she gulped loudly. 'Do I need to be... fixed?'

He pulled her closer instantly, kissing her softly and tender. He wanted to take her worries away, to make her feel good again, but he knew, right now there was nothing he could do than love her.

'Caroline,' he breathed. 'Don't you ever believe for a second that you are a monster or that you need to be fixed.' He kissed her briefly. 'You, my beloved, are pure and good and light.'

He knew he couldn't kill Bill Forbes, but that didn't mean that he couldn't dream of it.
That he couldn't fantasize about making him a vampire himself, forcing the blood down his throat to finish the transition and then torture him, just as he had done to his sweet Caroline.

Eventually, she fell asleep, exhausted from the torture and the tears. And he did nothing but stare at her, thinking of any possible way to make her forget, to make her feel better.

'How can you hate your own daughter?' he spat angrily, pacing through the room.

Bill Forbes was scared, and hell, he should be. Klaus was raging, frantic and frenzied. It had been almost a month. A month. And still Caroline would wake up next to him, hide her face against his chest only to sob uncontrollably, asking him if she was a monster.

'How could you do this to her? She has nightmares, she thinks she is a monster. You turned her from bubbly and bright into suicidal. I had to put her into a windowless room when I left, removing all the wood and any other things that she could've used to hurt herself with.' He shook his head in utter despair, not knowing what to do to this man.

He couldn't kill him nor hurt him, but maybe - maybe - he could get some sense into him. Sense and guilt for what he did to Caroline.

'If anyone is a monster, you are.'

And with that, he left him. Back to his Caroline, back to keeping her safe from herself. And if that was what he had to do for eternity, he would. Because he loved that girl, and if keeping her meant giving up his whole life for that one purpose - keeping her alive - he would. Because a life without her wouldn't be worth living.

He refused to live in a world where she wasn't.

Ugh, it turned out much different than I expected, but I hope you enjoyed. Again, the italic line is a piece of my poem, so please don't steal or anything.