2.5 – Unforgivable
Caroline stood in silence in her room as she waited for Klaus to say something. But, it seemed to Klaus as if his words could hardly form in his mouth. What was there to say? He had killed her sister. Killed her. She would never be the same again, but thank goodness for his sake that Damon was there to turn her, otherwise he was fairly sure he could never live with himself. It wasn't that he really cared much about Hanna, truthfully, but he cared about anything that could hurt Caroline in any way. She was the love of his life, and he wasn't about to let that go. But, somehow all he could manage was a half hearted, "I'm sorry, Caroline."
Caroline scoffed in a mixture of anger and complete heartbreak. "You're sorry? Seriously, Klaus? You're sorry for murdering my sister?" She shook her head in disbelief.
Klaus paused, "Please love, just let me finish."
But she wasn't about to let him. The emotions were building inside her as she bulldozed over his words. "You don't even deserve me to be speaking with you right now, Klaus, let alone letting you finish."
"Caroline, I know I can never make up for what I did, but please, just let me explain..." Klaus began to panic in desperation, unable to come to terms with losing her.
"Explain what? What is there to explain? I gave you a second chance. Everyone warned me to stay away from you, and this is what happens? Definitely not what I expected, I'll give you that." Caroline's emotional limit finally hit as tears started to flow while she yelled back at him.
"Caroline, I was set up! I never would have done such a thing to Hanna, I thought she was...someone else."
"And that makes it okay? I never want to see your face again Klaus, ever, do you hear me?" The tears were flowing faster now as she shuffled frantically on her desk, gathering all the drawings he had given her. "And you can take back your stupid drawings, and your presents, and you can leave, now!"
Klaus took a step towards her, finding the sight of her tears unbearable, and even more upset that he was the cause. "Caroline..."
Ironically, all she wanted to do right now was hug him and cry on is shoulder, and for a second, she did just that. She crumpled into his chest and he caught her in his arms, comforting her in an embrace while kissing her forehead. She shook her head, quickly realizing what was happening, and snapped back into herself. "No! No, I can't, please, just go."
Damon brushed a stray hair out of Hanna's face, his expression a mixture of concern, and complete content at having the blonde sleeping soundly next to him. It had been a few days since the incident now, and she hadn't done much except sleep. He didn't blame her, it had been a rough transition, and she'd taken it a little differently than most new vampires did. She was quiet, solemn, and sad. Her emotions seemed to branch to the other side of the usual spectrum. He had only gotten her out of bed to feed, using blood bags he kept in the cellar for special cases.
In a brief movement, her eyes fluttered open, barely awake, she turned towards him, blinking from the light shining softly through the window shades. He smiled down at her as he leaned over, cupping her head in his hands. Without warning, she pulled in closer towards him bringing him into a passionate kiss that quickly turned frantic. His arm moved down towards the small of her back as he leaned more on top of her, their lips hardly leaving one another's. She pulled away slightly after the kiss slowed down, looking into his eyes, and running her hand along his cheek. "Thank you." She whispered before leaning her head into his chest. Although the rush and intensity of emotions had been difficult to get a hold over, one thing she was sure of, she had never felt more protected than when she was with him.
As the days progressed, Hanna's emotions were becoming more and more erratic. A deep depression had seemed to take control over her, only breaking in bouts of either extreme happiness or anger, and hardly ever moving out of bed. Damon was patient, but was reaching his wit's end. So, he called over someone he normally would rather spend as little time with as possible: Caroline.
"Come on Hanna, let's go!" Caroline chipperly tried to drag her sister out of bed, pulling the covers off her as she groaned. "I'll take you shopping if you get up! I know you wanted that new bag you spotted, now let's go!"
Damon leaned on the doorframe, rolling his eyes at her attempts. "You honestly think I haven't tried that one?"
"I don't know what you've done exactly Damon, but this is getting ridiculous."
"Can you both just leave me in peace, please." Hanna dramatically sighed as she turned away from them, grabbing the covers and pulling them around her again.
"Seriously? Hanna, I've had just about enough of this. Let's go." Caroline clapped her hands as if that would magically work wonders on her sister's frame of mind. She pulled the covers completely off the bed this time in one stroke, smiling in satisfaction. But, before she could blink, Hanna had leaped out of bed in a rage, grabbing her sister's neck and pinning her against the wall, unable to control her new found strength in another fit of rage.
"Hanna no!" Damon leapt from the doorway and immediately pried Hanna away, grabbing hold of her body, leaving Caroline breathing heavily from the shock. "Stop, Hanna. Stop." He rubbed her back as her face transformed back into the angelic blue-eyed look he was used to.
"Oh my god." Hanna shook her head in confusion, embracing Damon in a giant, protective hug, unsure exactly what was happening to her.
"You deceived me." Klaus scowled as he spat into his phone. "You tricked me into thinking it was Alison. I was ready to do what you asked, and now look what you've done!"
A deep, unidentifiable voice filled the other side of the phone. "You were getting far too distracted from our goal by emotionally involving yourself with Caroline. So, she had to be removed from the equation."
"You're gone too far this time. I will not be betrayed!" He yelled into the line.
"Calm down, Klaus, and focus on the mission, like I've asked."
In a rage of anger, Klaus flung the phone across his room, taking contentment in the crashing noise it made as his super strength caused it to shatter immediately on impact with the wall. He was not one to take being undermined or controlled in any fashion lightly, and this was no exception. –A had gone too far, and they were going to pay for what they did to him.
