A/n: Edited on 2/25/2015.
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Chapter 26: Corner
Mystic Falls
Present – March 4, 2011
"Hello, Damon. It's been a while."
After all these years, her voice was still the same. She hadn't changed a bit, and there was no going back. Denial wouldn't help him now.
Charlene Davis was in Mystic Falls. She was real, not a distant dream.
"Out of all the names I hear in this town, it was one hell of a surprise to hear you're turning up here," Damon stated, still reeling from hearing her voice from the other end.
He could hear her sigh. "I was pretty sure that was bound to happen sooner or later. Knowing how information spreads in a small town, I'm surprised how none of you caught on earlier. Usually, you and the gang are pretty quick with your plans in the past."
"Oh, did poor Klausy rant to you about how we tried to kill him?" Damon wouldn't be surprised if Klaus unloaded to her about how the Scooby gang ruined his plans for God knows what. The little blonde witch always offered a listening ear for some poor soul. Charlene had an achingly kind heart. That was her curse.
"No. I actually found out in my own way,so what all of you have done didn't pass over my ears,"Charlene easily explained.
That's when a red flag went up.
"I'm all ears for any juicy details in how that was possible."
"Sorry, Damon. I'm afraid I'm going to have to refuse you this time. Things are different now."
His eyebrows furrowed at her unhelpful answer, a scowl forming on his face. Like that wasn't an already obvious fact. The woman was working on the opposite team in this wicked game of cat and mouse. It was still beyond his comprehension how this woman was going to help Bonnie and the rest of them. How was she going to help or if she was even willing? There's so much they were risking here by exposing her here.
The Salvatore stood up from sitting on the deck, still holding his phone as he paced. "Do me a favor and answer this. Is there anything you can tell me or has Klaus gotten his claws so deep into you that you can't speak for yourself?"
"I hadn't lost those claws you referred about once upon a time. Does that answer suffice for you enough?" The contempt edge in her voice was enough to alert Damon that she wasn't in the mood to play games. "Besides you being so glad to see me, is there anything relevant to the conversation you'd like to add?"
"Trust me, Char. There's a whole lot of what I can add to this lovely exchange," the vampire remarked with his usual smartass tone. "How do you plan to help Bonnie Bennett with her problem? What's in it for you?"
There was a slight pause before Charlene spoke again. "Unlike most people you know, I'm not just helping people only to have something in return. I'm sure you're familiar with that, then again I would be a hypocrite to say I haven't done the same thing. Things have changed since the twenties, Damon. I'm not the same blonde you knew then."
"That really doesn't help the fact you're helping the guy who is trying to bring seven hells on everyone here. I mean, don't you get that this is Klaus we're talking about?"
"Like you haven't tried to wreak havoc anywhere else in your life. You're no different from him and the rest of the monsters I've seen in my time."
As much as he hated to admit, there wasn't much of a difference between him and Klaus. Both of them were destructive with everything that they touch. Impulsive and crazy with the bloodlust, they weren't afraid of taking lives when it came down to it. But Damon disagreed with her on that last statement. Charlene wasn't always right, and she couldn't see into everyone like she thought she did.
"Let me show you the difference between him and me, sweetheart," Damon said, ready to explain his point. "I will proudly take up my title as a villain. I'm good at it, and it's what I do. I'm not going to deny, but I'm organized. If I take away a life, I do it for a reason. Someone has to step up to the plate to get things done. Klaus kills recklessly just to be a dick. If you're going to be bad, be bad with a purpose. That's how it is. Otherwise, people aren't worth to be forgiven."
A sardonic laughed echoed from the other end, sounding out of place for Charlene. Almost everything about her was out of place. He never remembered her being so tainted with reality.
"You know what, that's so rich coming from the man who practically had done something bad to every person your girlfriend knew. Verbally abusing and physically hurting her best friend not to mention rape, then you kill her brother more than once for ridiculous reasons, more than a few times have you gone on a killing spree because you couldn't get what you want. None of your actions are any different from the man who is planning your demise. So don't preach to me about being bad with a purpose. You're no different from him so you can stop wasting my time." He heard the witch snap before taking in a long breath. It was still surreal to hear her voice again. It felt like it was just a bad dream from the past, and soon it would be over. Too bad he was wrong in that department. "All you need to know is that I'm helping Bonnie, and I'll be there when I can. Things are already complicated right now."
The reminder of his past actions didn't help any. Her words crept under his skin causing him to scowl. "Excuse me, but I don't recall asking you to play God in reminding me of the bad crap I did." Since when did she know any of this? She wasn't there when it happened. She wasn't anywhere near Mystic Falls. "I already know, thank you very much."
"I'm not playing God, and trust me when I say that's the last thing I want to do. But don't jump down my throat when I'm just stating facts."
"Trust me, Char. You came in loud and clear, and I was listening to every word." Sarcasm was laced in his tone. "You also don't have to tell me twice on the complicated part. I'm sure you've got that part all figured out." Damon retorted with a bounty of sarcasm laced in his tone, ready to be done with this conversation.
"On the contrary, Day: I'm quite simpler than what you've got yourself tangled up with." She used the old nickname she had for him a long time ago; a hint of the past just hitting him.
"That's debatable."
"I'll see you soon, Damon."
Click.
"Damn that woman," he growled under his breath, wanting nothing more than to just throw his phone into the lake as he put the phone back into his pocket. Anything to prevent her from talking to him again, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon. With Bonnie going to her for help, and now bring her here, there was little he could do.
Magic wasn't Damon's area of expertise. He didn't know a thing when it came to it, and neither did he want to. He's been up to his ears with the difficulties of witches and their aggravating moral compasses.
He snorted. Moral compasses. Grounded females who were resolute in their values. In other words, just plain stubborn to the point of driving him crazy. Charlene was definitely on his list along with Bonnie too. The list just keeps growing with names now these days.
Damon looked up to the moon, wondering how in the hell he was going to organize the so-called epic quest for the cure. Despite everything that happened, the urgency to find the cure never died. The plan for it was only postponed until they could find a solution, and it seemed that it was that what they hoped for wasn't far away. However, there was still the obstacles to overcome. There was murderous psychopath writing names and scratching them off his hit list, his family at his disposal, the barrier spell around the town, and Klaus' residential wolf bitch and witch in tow.
The odds were stacked against them.
It would be up to him and Stefan to gather everyone for this, and there was no going back once they made that first step. It was all or nothing.
"Damon?"
Turning around, the vampire could see brown-haired girl that held his heart. Those chocolate doe eyes always stole his attention no matter what happened in wherever or whenever. Elena always had that effect no matter how much she tried to hide it.
"What are you doing up?" Damon asked, knowing how long it was late during the night.
Elena shrugged her shoulders. "Can't really sleep much. To be honest, I really don't sleep that much anymore."
Guilt immediately hit Damon's gut. He couldn't help, but wish there was something else he could have done to prevent all of this. Maybe if he fought harder against the others, tried to distract Kol long enough to get Elena away from the Originals. She wouldn't always be the target in their eyes and she'd actually be safe from them. His eyes narrowed at the dark circles under her beautiful eyes; more anger and frustration against everything around them coursed through his veins.
"Damon?" she called his name again, softer this time. Elena walked up to him slowly and her hands merged with his. "What's bothering you?"
But being who Damon was, he wasn't going to show his inner struggles. He would protect Elena no matter what. There was enough Elena had on her plate, and he refused to add more to the weight. Cracking a grin, he told her, "Nothing that you should worry about. Just an interesting call to check up on our witch-on-a-mission. She actually managed to catch a break."
Shock broke out across Elena's face. "Are you serious? Bonnie actually..." she couldn't even finished the sentence that she was so shocked.
"Yeah. She's going to get her magic back and we're going to do this," Damon reassured her, freeing his hands from hers to hold Elena's face. "I told you that we were going to make it through this. You're going to be fine. I made a promise to you long ago that I will always choose you, and that includes keeping you safe."
"I know, and I'm so grateful for you doing this for me. I appreciate all of you for going out of your way to do all of this. I feel like I don't deserve any of it." The happy look on her face dimmed a bit, thinking of the past few months. No one deserved all of the treatment she's been given. Elena would have wanted her friends to be safe first and foremost, but that wish was never granted. It always came back to her no matter what happened. And she hated it.
"What's wrong?" Damon inquired.
A few tears leaked out of her eyes as she looked up at him. "I miss her so much, Damon," Elena answered in a sad and regretful tone. "It hurts so much without her here. It's not the same anymore without her. I took her for granted, and there's nothing I can do to bring her back. I can never say I'm sorry for everything I said and did to her. And now, it's because of me again that Klaus is out to get everyone, and he's showing no mercy. It's all because of me."
Elena let out a soft sob against Damon's chest, her tears wetting his dark shirt. Damon's heart ached for Elena's pain; as he wrapped his arms around her, couldn't help but think of how this has been repetitive. These guilty moments full of pain that Elena had and she came to him for comfort. She always did. It felt all the same to him nowadays.
"Caroline wouldn't want you to fret over this, Elena." He finally said her best friend's name after so long it seemed. "She wouldn't want you to go through this much pain."
Hearing Caroline's name spoken after all this time finalized what all of them have been trying to hide from. Her presence wasn't stolen from them, and there was nothing that could be done. No miracles existed in the supernatural world. That fact was here to stay.
"I know." Elena sniffled. "I'm just sorry."
She wasn't the only one, but Damon would never voice that to Elena. It was better that no one knew because it wasn't like his opinion mattered, anyway.
"Look, I'm not the person that says this, but all that matters now is you make yourself happy and try to move on. Your other best friend has found a way to get us back on track, we're going to get the cure, and you're going to be happy." 'We're also going to put Klaus in his grave before it kills me,' Damon silently added.
Elena nodded. "You're right, but it's just hard, you know? There's just something missing without her around."
"I understand." Those words came out automatically from him like he was a mechanical robot, but Elena didn't notice the difference.
"Is this witch really going to help Bonnie, though?" Elena inquired cautiously for good measure. "She sounded like she wasn't really up to it."
He knew who she was referring to. "Charlene's good. She wouldn't screw us over."
"You sound like you know her that well." His girlfriend commented, unsure of the women in Damon's life. Experiences with Miss Katherine Pierce made Elena hesitant about any female involved with Damon Salvatore. They tended to lean towards the crazy bitch side whenever they popped up in Mystic Falls.
Damon rolled his eyes. "Trust me, Elena. She's not Katherine Pierce 2.0. I've managed myself around her so just believe my clear eyewitness on this one. She's different."
"Okay, okay." Elena playfully punched his shoulder. "I'll try to stop being such a worrywart. I can't help it these days."
"Well, help it. Happiness does exist, Elena, even for us vampires. Immortality isn't for the miserable."
He was going to prove that to her before his life was taken. He would rather be damned for let that chance slip from his hands.
{Louder Than Thunder}
Deep within the Appalachian Mountains...
He kept watching the flame eating at the wood in the wooden stove, using the iron pick to stab at the wood when he felt like it. All he could see was that damn son of a bitch's face in the flames and feeling his blood running down his hands was all he could dream of.
"Kyler!" Hearing his fake name brought him back from his brewing thoughts.
"Yeah!" Tyler replied back.
"Make yourself useful, boy. Help me with these crates before my damn back gives out." Coming through the door was an old man close to his sixties in his usual lumberjack garb. His whiskered face was scrunched in many lines as he tried to get the heavy crates through the door.
Tyler couldn't help but chuckle at the old man's barks. He was always a grumpy old goat, and it was rare when the man didn't have anything to say. The hybrid took one of the wooden crates off the old man's hands and carried it on to the table.
"Need any more help, sir?" Tyler also learned respect went a long way with him so he made sure to add sir to the end of his sentences. Especially since this man was an alpha in one of the biggest packs in the Appalachian Mountains.
"Bah, I can manage! I ain't that old." He yapped at Tyler, kicking the door behind him and settling the crate he still held onto the table. It was still a bit odd for Tyler to see this old coot as the leader of one of the packs he used to run with before Klaus slaughtered them. Believe it or not, there was more to the grumpy goat than what he looked.
"I hate to disappoint you, but I've been told differently." Tyler joked.
Despite being at an old age, the alpha didn't like to be underestimated. "Yeah, but who's opinion really matters, boy? If they ain't the alpha, then there's no real argument they can impose."
Tyler finished carrying the crate and settled it onto the wooden table, wondering what in the hell was inside it. "So what's in the crates that's so important to keep it top secret?" he asked in curiosity.
There was a moment of silence before the alpha utter any word. The unreadable expression on the wolf's face made it hard for Tyler to guess if the alpha would answer or not. After a minute, the hybrid's eyes followed the alpha's movements as he went towards the fireplace, gathering what appeared to be a crowbar. "Kyler," the man addressed him, "appreciate of the rare position you're in. There's not many people I take kindly to and that's saying a lot from an old man like me. I'm usually too stubborn to accept strangers, but you proved to be otherwise, which is why I'm showin' you this."
Sliding the crowbar within the small crack of space, the older man surprisingly pried the crate open with ease, revealing the contents inside. Tyler peered inside at the jars filled with the clear liquid. He arched an eyebrow.
"Moonshine?" Tyler questioned. "Isn't this stuff illegal?"
"Not moonshine, son." The old werewolf explained as he held up the jar for Tyler to take a closer look. "Take a whiff and tell me what you smell."
Sending the old coot a dubious look, the hybrid carefully opened the jar, smelling the contents. The familiar smell alerted his senses. "Werewolf venom."
"Yeah, son. I may be an old man, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. Especially when it comes to protecting my turf."
Protect. Something that Tyler failed miserably in with the deaths of everyone he cared about as a result. It was his hybrids that were the first lambs to the slaughter, then his mother hit the grave next, and the last result hit him the worst. And the last one who died was all his doing because of his damn anger and fury at the one constant factor in his life. If that son of a bitch thought Tyler was going to just keep running with his tail between his legs, there was going to be a huge surprise for him in the end.
"Where did you get all of the werewolf venom?"
"Unfortunately, that's the bad part. It's a messy process and somethin' I rather not talk about. But I'm grateful that we're able to use what we have." The old werewolf said. "Kyler, I have a name, ya know. Just call me Ned."
"Okay, Ned," Tyler tried out the alpha's name. "Can you still answer my question as to what's with the moonshine lookalike?"
"I've siphoned the venom so we'd be able to use it not only on a full moon. Ya know how we as werewolves are in a precarious position when it comes to bein' on the food chain." Ned explained taking the jar from Tyler and setting it back into the crate. But what surprised Tyler next was when Ned took out a sharp wooden stake from his jacket, dipping the stake into the clear venom. The stake now shined in the light with the werewolf venom glossing all over. "This is one of the few little tricks to help against potential threats."
"Do you make a living from this?" Tyler asked.
Ned shrugged, but nodded. "Meh, it's part of what keeps food on the table. I have people coming to me. Usually it's the jarheads coming from the end of their tours or old hillbillies like me. Other people go through other means to get it."
Tyler continued to listen to what he said, too eager to let the opportunity for information pass up. Making himself a place in one of the packs had helped him more than he realized. At first, he was just only trying to find himself a place to hide from Klaus. His only goal was survival in the midst of all the chaos. He was truly alone even with the pack. Run out of town because of some Big Bad Hybrid. Tyler didn't divulge into details of him being a hybrid nor did he tell about where he came from originally. It was too personal. At least for now.
But it's astounding how fast one idea can grow into something more. It's amazing and dangerous all at once. Klaus better be prepared for what's coming because the pup that left Mystic Falls wasn't a pup anymore. That pup turned into a wolf, and that wolf was going to be ready to settle the score.
{Louder Than Thunder}
When Charlene drove back to the Mikaelson mansion after talking with Bonnie, she had a feeling that things weren't going to be hunky dory behind closed doors. Especially where Klaus was concerned. She had stayed in the car where it stayed in park for a little while, wondering if it would be safe to enter her own prison cell.
Charlene had time to think over her own thoughts, and she knew fully well of what she was doing. There wasn't going to be any regrets nor would she going to let Klaus put herself in a vulnerable position again. She was a witch for too long, and she could hold her own against him. It's like she said to Damon earlier, Klaus wasn't the only monster she faced.
Keeping what happened tonight to herself, Charlene got out of the car, locking the car and promptly making her way inside. Before stopping to the front doors, she turned her head upwards to the windows above her on the second floor. She saw a familiar shadow dance across the light in the window pane. A small sad smile pulled on the witch's lips. At least Charlene still had something despite everything that transpired in the past and what was happening now in the present.
She walked inside into the foyer, hearing the raised of Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson from the other room. Deciding to keep her presence scarce, the witch wrote a quick note and taped it on one of the double doors. Charlene figured one of them would know at some point of her return and she fulfilled her promise to return to a decent time. Hell, it was like she was on probation.
She headed to her basement cage quietly, knowing one day she will be a freed bird from Klaus' prison. Charlene wasn't one to stay too long at any place, especially where this was concerned.
It would be only a matter of time.
In the study...
Ever since Elijah could remember, he always tried in his best efforts to keep his family together. With both parents loathing their existence, it was up to Elijah to take the lead in steering his family into the right direction. The responsibility fell to him to keep his family in line. Elijah had to wear the role of brother and even father at times when it came to dealing with his siblings. Yes, they weren't the easiest the people to deal with, but there's always the necessary love when it came to family. He never gave up on them despite all of the complicated drama. He always believed that if there's something that is broken, the possibility of it becoming fixed will always remain.
That thought always remained with him; even at its worst. However, having faith in that thought was easier said than done.
He can't take credit for being there always for his family, but he always tried with all his might. Even from afar, his concerns for his siblings weighed heavily. Elijah wasn't so heartless to just toss them aside like a piece of garbage. He didn't have the heart to do that.
He can't say so much for his brother at the moment.
"Brother, you cannot just ignore this," Elijah told him, but Klaus kept his back turned to him like the stubborn man he was.
Klaus remained silent to him, looking out the window to the bright starry sky above. It won't be long before the full moon would appear in the horizon. "As I recall, you've ignored most of our family's existence for the past hundred years or so. Perhaps I should extend the same courtesy."
"You said there would not be innocent blood spilled." Elijah pointed out clearly, not wanting his brother to ease his way out of the subject.
Klaus' frame straightened and he stepped away from the window. His expression remained nonchalant, but Elijah could see the lack of that small piece of humanity in his cold blue eyes. The constant storm that seemed to dwell in his eyes brewed and churned into something darker and dangerous. With each passing day, Elijah continued to watch his brother slip into the darkness, the monster he always kept somewhat at bay taking over from beneath.
"I said that I would see in what I could do, and I kept my word. The town's people were safe as long as no one interferes with what's need to be done." That being bringing on the deaths on the guilty parties in killing those he cherished most. "The poor girl was unfortunately a necessary sacrifice in showing a message."
"The 'poor girl' had a name, you know."
Klaus rolled his eyes. There went his brother again, reminding him of his sickening attachment to humanity. Pathetic.
"Your sentimentality to the humans is touching, brother. I never grow tired hearing of it night and day." The words falling from his mouth were as empty as his feelings for humanity or anything good. Everything about him was dark and empty except for three things: grief, anger, and revenge.
Elijah exhaled loudly, one of his hands reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose. He tried to keep his composure for his family's sake. With Rebekah sleeping upstairs and other company taking residence in the mansion, they would be bound to hear anything if there were any more outbursts. "Niklaus, you're not failing to get your point across so I commend you, but your eluding from the conversation isn't going to get you anywhere." He paused for a moment before he finally came out with it. Elijah refused to let his brother spin out of control. "This has gone far enough."
The audacity in his tone made Klaus' ears sharpen, and not in a good way. Everything about Klaus hardened immediately. Scowling, he faced Elijah with a hard look. "Do tell, 'Lijah." Klaus spat the sentimental name for his brother insultingly. "Enlighten me."
The eldest Original knew that this was going to get ugly whether he put this delicately or not. Klaus always reacted violently to anything he didn't like to hear. It didn't ease Elijah's burden, but it didn't matter. The truth will always be difficult.
"Your thirst for revenge has blinded you to the point of almost no return." Elijah explained. "While retribution for our fallen brother is righteous, you've let this grow out of control."
Elijah didn't think of it. He knew it was fact. The evidence was right in front of him.
"Better for one of us to feel something than to just let Kol rot and his death remain in vain." Klaus finally said his brother's name after forever. Although he never said his name anymore, it didn't mean that he never thought of his little brother. The pain of his passing still hurt like being stabbed with the white oak stake. Ironic how that's what brought Kol's end. It's what also brought a lot of ends in his family.
"Don't presume my actions, Niklaus. Just because I have a more composed way of showing how I feel doesn't mean I don't feel the same thing as you. Every one of us is hurting, brother."
"Hurt. Ha." Klaus scoffed with a laugh. "Tell me, Elijah. Did you see any of it?"
He demanded with a snakelike grin showing his white teeth as he walked closer to Elijah, within two feet of him. There was an uncharacteristic silence radiating from him, making him unpredictable much to Elijah's discomfort.
Elijah couldn't lie. "No, Niklaus. I did not see."
"I stood there," he paused, his smile was so painful that Elijah had to look down momentarily before returning his eyes to his brother's. "I watched with both eyes as he yelled in agonizing pain. I watched as he attempted to run while that stake stood in his chest and lit him on fire. I stood there, unable to move, even to attempt to save him as I smelt his flesh being burned bit by bit in front of my eyes. I stood there, I watched as he fell to the ground. There was no more fight in him, no more screams of pain or pleads of help. Within seconds, he was a burnt body in front of my eyes...on the floor of the Gilbert's house as they dared to mask their victory with fear." His voice went lower than it already was. "Hurt? I felt a thousand things in that moment, hurt is but one fleeting emotion that entered me before my eyes were blinded by pure and justified anger."
"That is what I am trying to tell you, Niklaus." Elijah raised his voice slightly in pleading his case. "The anger has grown to such a point where it has made your plans of delivering justice fallen apart. Your...curricular activity with torturing Stefan Salvatore cost you one of your secrets and vital parts in your plan to be revealed in the open. Only time will tell on what else could be unraveling while you're not looking."
Klaus' ferocious anger would always cost him in his actions. That would always be Klaus' version of Achilles' heel. Elijah had seen too many occurrences of this happening, and he had no doubt his brother's concerning state has reached a new level. Elijah was now questioning his brother's sanity. There was almost a disconcerting gleam in his eyes; a certain madness even.
Truth be told, Elijah didn't know his brother anymore. He was drowning in the darkness, and Elijah wasn't sure that Klaus wanted to come back up for air.
"Your concern for my wellbeing is touching just like always, but there are times where your doubt is outweighed by a three facts you may need a reminder in." The hybrid began counting off.
He counted off using his fingers. There came the first one. "One: there is a certain logic to my madness as you probably think of my plans to be."
Now, the second. "Two: once I set my mind to something, I will always pursue with no chance of stopping for a respite."
"And what would be the third fact, Niklaus?" Elijah asked with a heavy sigh, going along with whatever direction his brother was taking this.
Klaus pursed his mouth into a self-satisfied smirk. He walked leisurely towards Elijah with his hands folded behind his back. And now being in close proximity, he could finally deliver the finale of his speech. Klaus placed a hand on his brother's shoulders, squeezing it with false reassurance. He leaned in close to his ear, the smirk widening. "Three: I never lose," he whispered.
His hand behind his back briefly squeezed the silver dagger before Klaus plunged it into Elijah's heart.
Elijah's mouth gapped in shock looking down at the dagger sticking out of his chest. Shock quickly morphed into betrayal and anger as he stared at Niklaus' face before the familiar darkness took over him. He gritted his teeth against the pain.
"Niklaus...you..." he growled his brother's name.
"It's like I said before, dear brother. Necessary actions are needed to be taken, and this falls under the category. Do not worry, Elijah. My anger won't be my undoing like you feared. It will be used as a weapon in the vengeance I plan to bring upon onto them. Our family will be avenged." Klaus spoke as he watched the color of desiccation took over his brother's body, the veins and empty blood vessels reaching the surface.
But Elijah wouldn't let Klaus get away with this. Not before Klaus could get away with it.
"REBEKAH!" Elijah used the last of his energy to yell out before he fell to the ground, succumbing to the actions of the silver dagger.
Dropping his body to the ground, Klaus could only wait as he heard his sister's frantic footsteps from upstairs and down the stairs. He didn't even look up when he heard Rebekah finally came upon the study, and in no doubt shocked from the sight of the daggered noble Elijah.
"What the fuck, Nik?!" she demanded of her brother. "What did you do to Elijah?! Tell me NOW!"
Klaus chuckled to himself. "It seems like I have to take care of another sibling."
No matter what happens, Klaus would make them pay. Elena and Jeremy would die for killing and causing grief for his family for the last time. And he was going to save his best for last.
Tyler would be destroyed with Klaus as the bringer of his demise. He had something special planned for him. After all, his last piece of humanity was destroyed when Tyler killed Caroline in the fires of petulant anger.
Feel me in the corner
Beside your mouth
Feel me in the inside of the
Faintest trace of sound
It's fire underwater
Breathing while you drown
Feel me in the saturation
When the sun burns out
'Cause I am the one inside you
And I am the one
(Inside your veins)
'Cause I am the one inside you
Over and over I'm here again
- "Corner," by Blue Stahli