AN: In all my fanfictions I am always very interested in the different facets of Caroline. I wanted to take human Caroline and rewrite her story since I think she changed profoundly after becoming a vampire. For me I wanted to see what could have happened if she had a different kind of path set up for her in her life. That is why I am going for a more innocent type of character. I love the idea about mixing an angelic light with the devil's darkness. Thus, OOC is obviously intended for Caroline.

Please also note I made some changes on my summary since this is now a multi-chapter story.

Again thank you for your reviews. I appreciate your opinions.

Seeing her falling down the window he could have sworn his heart sank to his boots. Her hands had been resting on her chest, her eyes were closed, and her golden locks danced goddess like around her beautiful angelic face. That was exactly what she looked like - like an angel in the air.

She had looked so at peace while falling down it left him astonished and breathless at the same time. He could never figure this girl out. She was so different from all the various kinds of people he had met over the past millennium, he was fascinated by her.

"When I said to get out of the building I didn't mean for you to break your neck by jumping down a three story high apartment complex."

Having caught her was a close call, he had almost not made it. Upon the close proximity he saw how badly her condition was. Her face was terribly bruised and he could smell blood from under her clothes. He sighed angered and already went through his head on how he should pay that lowly human back for what he did when he heard a lovely laughter coming from his arms.

"You came. You really came!" She said laughing and crying at the same time.

And there went his anger. Gone for the moment. She hold onto him tightly and she looked so happy in that moment it actually warmed his heart. He could not help himself but laugh as well.

"I am a man of my words," he pointed out.

"Thank you," she said softly. And he was immediately entranced by her. She was so full of light even in the darkest moments. It was hard for him to keep the eye contact as he felt like he was losing himself in her.

He nodded once before he tore himself away from her gaze. Ryan had witnessed the whole scene from above and vanished from the window. He was on his way down.

"As promised I will take care of him. Take a seat and enjoy the show," he said smiling wickedly. Caroline was put down next to the building wall and she regarded Klaus quizzically.

She was clueless on what he would do, so all she could do was watch him.

"I will kill you!" Ryan arrived in the backyard. "Nobody touches my girl! No one!"

Klaus only huffed at the delusional human who was threatening to kill him. It was about time to teach him a lesson.

"Now, I really don't appreciate people threatening me," Klaus said slowly and rushed to him in a split second, grabbing him by his neck. "Especially not threats coming from some arrogant brat who doesn't know his place."

He threw him against the building with one hand, making Ryan cry out in pain and cough heavily.

"What the hell? H-How did you do that?" Ryan stammered, crouching on the ground.

Caroline was asking herself the same question. And suddenly all the mysterious situations she had witnessed connected. The way he had saved her from the car, the way he was moving so quickly, the way he was there almost immediately after she had called him, the way he had caught her so easily in his arms, and now the way he just sent Ryan flying with so much ease.

Her heart missed a beat and she stared at the mysterious stranger in shock.

"Let's not waste time talking about mechanics, you have more urgent things to concentrate on I'd say," Klaus mused, closing in on him. He lifted him up by his collar and made him look into his eyes.

"Tell me every way you have hurt Caroline before," he compelled him. "Let's see how you like it having done the same thing to you."

Ryan was like an inferior animal staring right into the eyes of a predator. Klaus could almost smell the fear pouring out of every pore of his body. He smiled mischievously. He was going to enjoy the following.

"As I see it you hit her repeatedly. Is that right?" Klaus asked playfully. Due to the compulsion Ryan nodded without a choice.

Klaus smiled wickedly and punched him in response. His victim cried out painfully. At least one of his ribs was broken. Klaus approached him again and squat down next to him.

"Slapped her?" And again Ryan could not ignore his question and nodded again. The next thing he heard was the harsh impact of Klaus' hand on his face. He was hit so hard his skin burst open.

"What else?" Klaus asked calmly.

Ryan was heavily breathing on the ground. He was terrified of what Klaus would do next.

"...-icked her," he crooked out almost not audible.

"I didn't hear you. You have to speak up a little. What did you do?" Klaus played with him.

"I kicked her," he whimpered, knowing what would happen next. Klaus stood up and kicked him three times.

The cries of pain were ringing in Caroline's ears and tears were streaming down her face. It was like she was standing next to herself unable to say anything, taking in all the pictures in front of her.

"How long were you together?" Klaus asked him, patiently waiting for him to catch his breath again.

"Two years," Ryan choked out.

"And in those two years how many times did you injure her? How many bones did you break her?" He looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.

"I don't know, I don't know. Please stop it, please," Ryan begged him. Ignoring his pleas Klaus continued his inquiry.

"Have you broken her arm before?"

"Yes," he admitted weakly.

Klaus reached for his arm and broke it in two places. The screams were excruciating. The pain was unbearable and he felt like passing out soon.

"Dislocate her shoulder?" Klaus kept on going as if nothing were the matter.

"Yes, yes, I did..." Ryan cried out just wanting him to finally stop.

Just a second after he had said it Klaus had dislocated his shoulder roughly.

"Please stop it already, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please stop already," Ryan begged him, crying on the ground.

"How many times did she ask you to stop and you didn't? I don't see how you deserve lenience," Klaus replied in his usual devilish manner.

He grabbed him by his throat and lifted him up so high his feet could not reach the ground anymore.

"Judging from the bruises on her neck I assume you choked the poor girl, how does that feel? Gasping for air, desperately struggling to free yourself from your tormentor, knowing you could die any second now. How does that feel?" He asked him right next to his ear, stressing the last words. "Pushing her so far she even jumped out the window to escape you, such despicable conduct."

The next thing Ryan saw was a change of scenery. Suddenly, he was five stories high in the air. The only thing that was preventing him from falling down was Klaus' hand holding him still by his neck. Klaus was standing on the edge of the roof holding Ryan in front of him.

"You pushed her so far she thought it was okay to die. A poor innocent girl like her. Though it is you who deserves to die! You broke more than just bones, you broke her spirit over and over again. I should break yours in return, don't you agree?"

"What makes you better than me?" Ryan crooked out, having already given up. "You're even worse!"

"You're quiet right, I am worse," Klaus said and his fangs emerged through his flesh.

He bit his aorta before he let him fall down the building. A loud thud resonated through the backyard, signaling the end of his life. Caroline looked toward the lifeless body a few feet away from her shocked. For a moment she forgot to breathe and after she finally found her breath again she almost started to hyperventilate.

Content with his work Klaus jumped down the building and landed next to his dead victim. He mustered him satisfied and made his way to the girl. However, his smile vanished instantly, seeing her utterly shocked and scared. Seeing her cry.

"Caroline," he started, but she recoiled immediately. She regarded him scared.

"What are you?" She crooked out.

"A vampire," he answered, meeting her watery eyes.

She inhaled a deep breath, trying to process the information she just heard. Her body was trembling terribly.

Klaus sighed and slipped out of his jacket. He squat down next to her and slowly, as to not scare her, put it around her shoulders.

"It was not my intention to scare you," he said after a long pause. Her eyes finally met his again and he wondered what she was thinking. They were unreadable.

His attention shifted to her bruises again. She was pretty beaten up. He bit his wrist instinctively.

"You're hurt," he stated, holding his arm in front of her. "Drink this."

"What?" She looked at him bewildered.

"My blood can heal you," he explained and brought his wrist closer to her.

"No! No, I don't want to," she said afraid.

What disturbed him the most was that he was the reason behind this. He had wanted to help, instead he terrified her even more.

Was that not just like him? No one had ever accepted him for who he was. His methods were wrong they say. That he was incapable of caring or loving.

He had let this human girl suck him in and for a moment he had thought she could accept him the way he was. Why did he let a human get under his skin like this in the first place? Just to remind himself that he was nothing more than a bastard through the eyes of others?

He was about to turn away when she said something.

"I killed him. Oh my God this is all my fault."

Perplexed he turned around again and tried to make sense of her rambling.

"I killed him. I did this. I did this to him. This is my fault," she said through wrecked breathing.

She repeated herself over and over again, starting to hyperventilate.

"Stop it!" Klaus grabbed both of her hands in order to make her look at him. "Why are you saying this?"

"I asked you to free myself from him. This is my fault, I killed him..."

Klaus' eyes widened. He could not even fathom her conclusion, her guilt.

She held onto his shirt and stared into his eyes helplessly. "I am responsible for his death!"

"Why are you blaming yourself?!" He asked her puzzled.

"I made you do this. Don't you understand? -I- made you do this! You did this for me. Because I was too weak," she said through sobs. She cupped his face with her hands and her gaze became softer. "How could I have made you do something like this? I am so sorry. Forgive me."

She repeatedly apologized to him and asked him for forgiveness, while crying unrestrained in front of him.

Who is this girl? Feeling responsible for his acts, shouldering all the guilt, apologizing to him, seeking his forgiveness. How pure could someone be? The total opposite of him. Good, innocent, and angelic. She was full of light. Something inside him hurt terribly and with every tear she shed the ache became more intense. He had never felt like this before.

"I KILLED HIM! YOU HAD NO HAND IN THIS!" He pounded on his chest, emphasizing that it was him that did all these cruel things not her. Tears started to escape his eyes. He could not understand her, the only thing he did comprehend was that it was his fault she had broken down like this. "I'm the monster! Not you!"

"You're not a monster," she replied and looked at him quizzically. "How could you even think that?"

Speechless he kept staring at her. Trying to make sense of her words.

"You're good. You couldn't stay put seeing how a total stranger was being abused. You wanted to make it just. It didn't have anything to do with you and yet you gave me hope. You made me realize I'm not alone. You gave me a reason to continue living. How could you be a monster?" She looked at him questioningly. Her tears died down and she moved closer to him, putting one of her hands softly on the side of his face.

As if trying to wake her up from her naive conceptions he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"I'm a vampire."

"You are Klaus," she replied unfazed. "The one who reached out to me. The one who saved me."

For several long moments he could not say anything. He just stared into her eyes. And without compelling her he knew she meant every word she had said. How could someone like her possibly exist?

But he was neither of the things she said. He was not good nor did he care. Remembering that Klaus finally managed to tear himself away from her.

"Enough with this nonsense!" He stood up and paced up and down in front of her. "I will not be sucked in by your pretty words. I AM THE MOST POWERFUL CREATURE ON THIS PLANET! I don't need you telling me I have not sinned! Why would I care in the first place? I am a devil in disguise! I subdue anything and ANYONE in my way!"

His voice was cold and menacingly. He had made a decision for himself. He could no longer be influenced by a mere human girl.

"Killing means nothing to me. Humans mean nothing to me. YOU mean nothing to me!" He lashed out on her.

"That's not true," she objected calmly. "I may not mean anything to you, I can't think that highly of myself. But you do feel something. Killing him made you feel something. I made you feel something. Regardless of what it is. You are not as cold and ruthless as you make yourself out to be-"

"ENOUGH! I will not have anything more of this absurdity!" He flashed in front of her, locking his eyes with hers. "You will forget anything that happened today. You will tell everyone your boyfriend left you and that you don't know where he is. You will forget about all the horrible things he did to you. You will find a new love, someone befitting for your affection. You will forget about vampires. And you will forget about me."

And with these last words he vanished in front of her eyes.