A/N:

Warning...if you are prepared to read into the pure and emotional mind of Niklaus Mikaelson, then read on. THIS CHAPTER IS EXTREMELY EMOTIONAL AND REVEALING! I wrote what I really thought Klaus would be feeling in this situation. Hope you all enjoy reading!

~keepingklarolinereal

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, places, or character ideas of the TVD or Originals series. They belong to the amazinf writers and producers.

Chapter 22: A Look Inside a Lover's Mind

Klaus POV

Caroline meant everything to me. Her smile lit up the room, her eyes sparkled like stars, and her laugh was like the chiming of beautiful silver bells. But once again, my temper and hotheadedness had cost me a wonderful relationship with an incredible girl.

I paced the length of my drawing room, thinking of everything I could of done better to salvage my relationship with Caroline Elizabeth Forbes. Killing Xander had been her breaking point, and clearly the fact that my malicious little sister put a love spell on the love of my life didn't make it any better.

I knew love spells where an intense type of magic. Rebekah must have paid a high price to have such a spell preformed. The spell required rare ingredients such as a almost extinct herb from India, and crushed petals from a flowers only grown in Spain. You cannot buy such things on the internet, so Rebekah must have pulled out some extremely old contacts to get ownership of such rarities.

But I couldn't help think of the ridiculousness of I and Caroline's earlier conversation. I had poured out my deepest feelings to the girl, and yet she turned me down for an arrogant teenage hybrid. I should have killed him when I had the chance.

My hands wondered the antique liquor cabinet in the west corner of my drawing cabinet, deciding whether or not I should take a nosedive into one of the vintage bottles. I debated until I finally snatched a bottle of sharply flavored Bonessi scotch. Unscrewing the cap, I poured a glass half full of the rich smelling liquid.

Raising the ring of glass to my lips, I let the strong drink capture my mouth in an essence of flavor. It had always amazed me how alcohol could numb my senses into oblivion. I sipped on the drink as I continued to pace. My thoughts went deeper in my consciousness, to a memory of Elijah and I that had been buried long ago.

The fire of the Mikaelson mansion in Mystic Falls burned brightly, casting shadows across the painting filled walls. My brush swiped across the canvas once more, creating the perfect blend of gold, white, and yellow. I wanted to make the shade of blonde I was creating was to be exact.

"Niklaus, you have been working on that painting for hours. Do you not think it is time to actually move from your position?" Elijah asked from behind me as I finished my final brush stroke.

"Brother, when you are destined to do something, I believe you must finish wholly. This painting is my future, my everything to be." I spoke to my brother, who let out a chuckle.

"Is it another painting of you conquering the world, Niklaus? That seems to be the common goal of yours." Elijah teased me, sitting down onto one of the extended leather couches.

"While I would enjoy being King of the Earth, I will be quite satisfied with my future that is portrayed in this painting." I said as I dried my paintbrush with a stained muslin cloth. Scanning my vast collection of paints, I selected a striking cobalt blue. Dabbing a bit of the oil based paint onto my worn palette, I then picked up a thinner detailing brush and began painting once more.

"Brother, you have seemed distracted lately. The good kind of distraction, that is. You are smiling more, Niklaus. You seem happier than you have been in a long time. Would there be a specific reason behind your newfound happiness, brother?" Elijah asked me curiously, and I couldn't help but smile to myself. If only he knew.

"I have found a new light, brother. A light that will hopefully show me the way into a beautiful and new eternity; something that could change me for the better." I told my brother, who just nodded.

"Well, if that is as deep as you are going to go into the topic, I bid you a goodnight Niklaus." My brother said with a nod of his head. Getting up of the couch, he strolled gracefully out of the room.

I stayed up for hours that night until the painting was done. Every detail, every line, and every shadow had been painted with delicate care. The subject of the painting stood with elegant grace, and I smiled as I made the final stroke of silver. Washing out my brush and drying it once more, I stepped back to observe my work.

A portrait of Caroline Forbes, dressed in the exquisite ball gown I have given her. She looked peaceful and stunning all at once, with a small hint of a smile trapped on her perfectly shaped lips. I had captured her forever youthful appearance into one picture, but I could never express my love for her in a million words.

I smiled at the distant memory. My treasured portrait of Caroline was currently residing in my Mystic Falls residence, in a safe that contained my family's most treasured heirlooms. The painting was priceless to me, pertaining to fact that it portrayed the very moment I had fallen in love with Caroline. When she had stood next to that horse, and I had shared the story of my father slaughtering my favorite horse. My bravery of partially admitting my feelings to Caroline. That night had changed my life forever.

A knock at my door stopped my pacing on the hardwood.

"Come in." I instructed, and the doorknob turned slowly. I heart raced as I expectantly waited to see who it was. The reveal was to my disappointment.

"Abbiamo finito di pulire tutto, signor Mikaelson. Cè qualcos'altro che avete bisogno? (We are done cleaning everything, Mr. Mikaelson. Is there anything else you need?)" Amalia, my head of house staff asked me as she enetered.

"No, nient'altro. Tu e tutti gli altri sono respinti. Buona note. (No, nothing else. You and everyone else are dismissed. Good night.)" I responded to her, and she nodded before leaving again.

I resumed my action of continually pacing.

"I don't love you. And I most likely never will. We aren't soul mates, and we could never be such things. I belong with Tyler. That's the truth."

I thought of the words Caroline had spoken to me. She didn't love me. She believed that we could never love each other. She didn't believe we could ever be soul mates. She thought she belonged with Tyler. Why did I even try at this point?

My anger once again consumed me as I launched the crystal liquor glass into the stone wall of the villa. It shattered into a thousand tiny shards, spreading through the air. Dropping to my knees in defeat, I placed my head in my hands. For the first time I felt broken, just like the glass that laid destroyed at my feet.

A/N:

This chapter was so hard to write, mostly because I wanted to show Klaus's raw emotion without making him sound too feminine. And since I am a girl, that was a little hard. But I know that this was a very revealing and raw emotion filled chapter. Review any feelings, good or bad. Criticism is appreciated, as long as its APPROPRIATE. Please no hate. If your ideas, suggestions, or comments are urgent feel free to PM me! I always love having personal conversations with my readers, that way I can connect to you guys. Hope you guys enjoyed!

~keepingkarolinereal