Savor this one, guys. Savor it.

It's much shorter than the rest, but it's the epilogue, so…doesn't need to be very long.

Grey is an excellent movie, but such a tear-jerker. Watched it while writing this and it gave me an idea for a fan fiction. So, be on the lookout in case I decide to do it.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD. It belongs to Julie Plec and L. J. Smith.

Klaus knew something was terribly wrong from the moment he set foot through the door. Elena's friends had decided to stay in his estate, so there was one extra heartbeat, but he could tell it was not his Lena's. Hers was fluttery, like a hummingbird, while the witch's was slower, steadier. He blurred through the house and to his room, but she wasn't there. The sheets were cold and still slightly damp, so he guessed she had a nightmare and left the bed. He had an inkling of where she had gone.

He didn't load up with unnecessary stakes and supernatural-herb grenades. If anybody touched a hair on her beautiful head, he wouldn't need them – his hands would suffice. He did, however, make his way down to the basement, opposite the gym.

"Elijah," he called. "I need your help with something."

His eldest brother came out from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair. Klaus raised an eyebrow and Elijah shrugged. "Beauty tips. Now, how can I be of assistance?"

"Seems Elena has decided to take a midnight stroll."

Elijah grew very serious – she was, after all, like a little sister to him. "Where is she?"

Klaus shook his head. "I can't be positive, but I have a feeling she went to her old home. I need you to come with me to check it out."

"Since when do you ask for back up?" He asked.

"Since the girl I love may be in extreme danger. I'm taking no risks." Klaus sat on the edge of the bed. "Now hurry up."

After Elijah was dressed immaculately in his usual attire, they informed Amadi of the situation and rushed out to the driveway. Klaus slid into the passenger seat of the white Mercedes while Elijah revved the engine. He floored it out of the gates and down the road, not bothering to heed the traffic signs or red lights. They were in too much of a hurry to worry about mundane things, such as the law and human safety.

At such speed, they were able to cut the time in half, and pulled into the Gilbert drive in ten minutes. Klaus was halfway to the door before the car completely stopped. He saw the chaos, smelt the blood, and decay, and a feint, lingering fear. He prayed to God it wasn't Lena.

A sick sense of relief came over him when he saw Jeremy's remains. And then he felt the grief – Elena's brother had been brutally murdered. She would be – or was – devastated. He slowly walked over to Jeremy's head and bent down. His hand came up to stroke his hair lightly, before gently picking it up and bringing it over to his body. He adjusted it so that he almost looked whole again, and brought his fingers over his eyes to pull them closed. He would be back to pick him up later.

Another smell registered in his mind – the smell of a wolf. A familiar wolf, at that. He blurred downstairs and followed the scent to a small study. There was blood on the floor, and even some splattered on the walls – the source of the scent – but that wasn't what caught his eye.

The naked man on the floor was a bit of an attention-grabber.

Klaus could hear the faint heartbeat and the shallow breaths. This man was still alive – and possibly Jeremy's killer. His heart hardened as he kicked the asshole over, ready to rip him to shreds. His eyes widened when he saw Tyler, blood gushing from his side, his neck, and his…eye?

He was able to put the pieces together rather quickly. He couldn't be sure of what exactly happened, but he knew, without a doubt, that Tyler had killed Jeremy. And tried to kill Elena.

"So it wasn't Stefan, after all," he muttered, landing a kick to the side of Tyler's face. He groaned as his head snapped to the side, but he was too weak to move it back.

Elijah walked in a moment later. "Elena is not here. Where else could she be?"

"I have no fucking clue." Klaus ran a hand through his hair. "You stay here and clean up. But don't touch Jeremy's body. I'll handle that myself."

Elijah nodded. "What should I do with him?" There was so much venom in his voice.

He pursed his lips. "Lock him up in the Salvatore's basement."

Without another word, Klaus blurred back to the car and sped through town. He tried each and every alley way in Mystic Falls, checked every shadow that flickered or wavered, but he was losing hope. He couldn't find her.

Wickery Bridge.

He didn't know how he knew, but he did. She had to be there. It took him thirty minutes to get to the bridge, and when he did, his stomach dropped.

Elena was in the middle of the road, damp clothes clinging to her body and hair fanning out around her head. He could hear no heartbeat, her chest wasn't moving. Rebekah sat next to her, staring off while she subconsciously rubbed her hand. Klaus was by her side in an instant, and she looked up.

"I'm so sorry, Nick."

A tear fell from the corner of his eye as he grazed her cheek. "Did you do this?"

She shook her head. "Absolutely not. I may have been hesitant to accept her, but I would've never hurt you that way." Rebekah jerked her chin to a limp body on the opposite end of the bridge. "Anke did it."

His jaw clenched, and more tears fell. "I'll deal with her later."

Rebekah rubbed his shoulder, and said again, "I'm so sorry."

That was his breaking point.

A sob racked through him, and he buried his face in her belly. His screams of anguish and pain and loss were muffled, but his sister could still hear them. She blurred behind him and hugged his back, but he was lost in his grief. The only thing he had to live for was gone. His angel was gone.

If sucking on a gun barrel could've made difference, he would've found a Colt 45. If jumping off of a building could've put a dent on him, he would've climbed the Empire State building. If lack of oxygen could've had an effect on him, he would've tied the heaviest rocks to his body and sunk to the bottom of the river. Why should he stay on this Earth when his angel couldn't?

"Niklaus," Bekah started, "if there was any way to save her, to feed her blood, I would've."

He quieted and lifted his head slightly, opening his eyes. Blood…vampire blood. He had fed her vampire blood when he bit her. She had vampire blood in her system. Hope filled him as he looked down on her. He was positive it was enough to put her through transition.

"Rebekah," he whispered. "She had my blood in her system."

She stiffened. "Was it enough to-"

"Yes. I'm sure."

She gave him a weak smile. "Well then, she isn't dead after all."

He laughed and smiled wide. "No, she's not."

She gave him a sympathetic look. "Nik, I don't think she wanted to be a vampire."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." He lifted his angel's body and laid her head in his lap.

"Right now, all we have to do is wait."

It ended. It finally ended.

I hate to see it go. It's a bit of a cliffy, but there's a sequel, so…deal with it. I may even have the first chapter posted tomorrow (no promises).

Thank you all so much for reading this, especially the people who were with me from the beginning. And thanks to all of my lovely reviewers – I never would've made it this far without you guys.

I hope you all stay with me to the sequel.

Colbey