I know this is a depressing fic but I have to write this one. All the aus I see online about Caroline dying, Klaus saying goodbye (albeit they're few) they all show Klaus just looking very sad and being gentle. I know my boy wouldn't be acting like that when he sees the love of his life dead.


She was dead before him. Dead. Her chest unmoving, as a vampire's body would not stir; her eyelids did not flutter. Not like last time. He sucked in a breath and walked unsteadily outside, away from the others, away from his family who was gathered around Caroline's body with him. He shied away from the open windows, finding an abandoned shed. He just, needed to be alone.

The tears wouldn't stop no matter how much breathing he did, as Caroline had taught him to do while keeping from doing something incredibly stupid, and soon he started to get dizzy. Klaus fell into the shed's doors and nearly fell to the floor, seeing before him that it was bigger than he'd thought. He breathed hard, wiping at his tears, and stared at a stand-still chair before him, almost goading him.

He roared.

He lunged for the wooden contraption, gripping it under the back and throwing it so hard it blew through the sheds wall to the others side, falling into the tall grass.

The shelves near him fell, and as the objects fell with him he caught them, throwing them also as hard as he could. There were several dots of sturdier objects that joined the table, while others shattered so defiantly against the wall pieces were embedded in the wood. He stared at them angrily.

He should've been able to stop Caroline's death. It was his fault she was dead.

He kicked the shelf away from him and fell to the ground on his hands and knees.

Caroline's veined face flashed in front of his eyes and he gripped his hands into fists, clawing at his face with blunt fingernails and screaming.

This was not how eternity was supposed to end.

Klaus stood again and lunged at the wall, diving his fist through it, splinters stabbing into his vampire skin. He left them there, lunging at the opposite wall, hoping that with beating the thing up it would fall to the ground. He wanted the shed in pieces by the time he was done.

He wanted the world in shattered pieces by the time he was done. And him along with it.

Gripping the hole in the wall he pulled the wood apart and a groaning accompanied Klaus tearing up the wall. The ceiling began to fall and when Klaus looked up he sneered at it. He tore at the other wall and kicked a hole in the back wall, adding to the rest of the holes.

"This is what you've done!" Klaus roared at the objects hiding in the grass "this is what happened to her!" He screamed and ran headlong through the shed again, uncaring if he were to get caught in the rubble. He didn't, and plowed through the doors, the wood flying away from its hinges farther away into more grass as the shed crumbled under his rage.

A glance towards the house Caroline lay turned Klaus's anger into wretched sadness again, trudging up to the room where his family turned around to glance at him before taking in the sight of Caroline's dead body.

"It's not your fault, Nik" Rebekah began, reaching out to her brother. He jerked his shoulder away.

"How do you know." Klaus growled, staring at the love of his life. "She came here because of me. I promised her an eternity of being together, and she takes me up on it." He looked at Elijah. "Now look at what happened to her because of me." He said, looking back at Caroline. The same eyes that were now closed forever used to look on him in love. She'd promised not to ever leave him. Never again. He couldn't bear to look on her.

Klaus took a step back and gripping Elijah's shoulder as if trying to catch his balance.

"Brother," Klaus began and turned his big brother toward him. "Kill me." Elijah stared at him in disbelief.

"What?" He asked

"If I have to bear this pain for the rest of my life – no, for the rest of this day, I will surely do it myself. But I have tried and failed numerous times. You know what has to be done to finally send me where I truly want to be."

"No." Elijah stated surely. "We'll get her back. We will resurrect Caroline." He promised. Klaus laughed without humor, walking away

"How, brother? How?!" He gestured to her "She's not an Original, she wasn't born a thousand years ago; her supernatural ability was no more special than a common vampire's! A simple bloody stake would've done her in if she didn't know how to combat it!" Klaus yelled.

"We will find a way, Niklaus." Elijah said. He pulled his brother into an embrace. "We will find a way, brother. It doesn't matter how long it takes, we will bring her back." Klaus's face buried in Elijah's shoulder, no one could see the terrible sadness showing on his face. Tears running down his cheeks left him with a ragged breath, one his sisters could hardly stand to hear. Elijah gripped his brother tighter, not allowing himself to fall apart for seeing Klaus this way. He glanced at Hayley whose face was showing how she tried to reign it in as well, and nearly failing. A tear fell from her eye.

It took a long while before Klaus got himself together as best as he supposed he would. Without Caroline there in the night, to calm him down after night terrors, to just talk with him until one or both of them fell asleep, to just be there and dream beautifully before him as he wasted the hours watching her…life would be even worse than it had been being away from her so long. As he pulled away, Elijah looked him in the eye again.

"We will bring her back, brother." He promised.

"What if she doesn't want to come back?" Klaus murmured tiredly. Elijah blinked at him. "Maybe the place she went to, she's happy in. What if she doesn't care to come back?" Klaus asked. Rebekah took a step forward.

"Without you she won't be happy, I can assure you of that, brother." She said. Klaus turned to her and his sister was taken aback by his face. His eyes were still puffy and red, his mouth hanging open lazily. Splinters stuck out of his hands at the knuckles, blood dried to his skin, dust from the place he tore apart clung to his clothing, a scratch across his face from something else. He looked a complete mess.

"You must find a way to communicate with her before she is to return, should she wish it." Klaus replied, turning to Freya. Freya stared at him and nodded. The two looked at Caroline's body. "I don't want her to be brought back unless it's something she truly wants. I will not force her back into this world without knowing she isn't happy where she is."

"You have my word, Niklaus." Freya vowed. Klaus nodded and sniffed, taking another step to Caroline. He sat down beside her and without a word everyone left while he reached cautiously to Caroline's veined hand, enveloping it in his.

"Please, love" He said, looking at her peaceful face "return to me."