Description: Decided to do a flashback because I wanted to explore "the love that should have been" a bit. Because of the flashback this one isn't as dark, but there are still some violent moments.

Klaus walked up the steps of the front porch. He hadn't been in the house since the day he lost her. Before he could change his mind he quickly removed the key that he now kept hanging around his neck and unlocked the door. As soon as he opened the door he was hit with the smell of what was once his…

"Nik! Nik! Oh God Nik stop playing around and come help me," Caroline laughed.

Klaus put down the box he had been carrying from the moving truck and went to see what Caroline had been hollering about. He found her stuck in the bend of the stairwell trying to not drop anymore of the books she had been holding. Through his best efforts he couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't laugh at me. Help me," she barked.

"I'm sorry, love," Klaus responded as he went to go help her, "But you were set on being able to carry it all on your own."

"Well I was wrong."

Klaus started to laugh again, "Obviously."

Caroline rolled her eyes and stomped up the stairs.

Klaus quickly grabbed her dropping everything she had so desperately tried to hold on to and playfully pleaded, "Oh don't be made, sweetheart. I was only teasing you."

"Klaus!" she squealed at him, but before she could go off on him he smothered her words with a kiss.

"So are we going to go in? Or just stand outside?" Klaus's vampire toy interrupted.

Klaus blinked once and just like that his memory of her was back in the box he stored it in somewhere in the far back crevice of his mind. "What is your name?"

"Huh?"

Klaus turned to the vampire finally looking at her, really looking at her. He noticed she had naturally dark brown hair which had been dyed a varying amounts of light brown and blonde. She had empty grey eyes and a slim built probably due to not eating. "Your name, what is it?" he asked her again.

"Carmen."

He spun around to face the inside of the house again. "Well Carmen, you are here because I allow you to be here. You only exist because I allow you to exist. Question me again and I will compel you to suck yourself dry."

Carmen felt a sudden dire need to gulp the absent spit in her mouth. She vigorously nodded her head even though she knew he wasn't looking at her. Klaus assumed obedience and he got it. He didn't need verification.

He closed the front door, locked it and put the key back around his neck. He put his head against the door took a deep breath and walked away.

He walked for about an hour until he reached the highway where he told Carmen to hitch them a ride. Two guys in a blacked out Lexus pulled over. As soon as the guy in the passenger seat opened his door letting Carmen in, Klaus pulled him out of the car and launched him into the ditch on the side of the road. He turned his attention to the driver and said with a smile on his face, "Get out or I will launch you into on coming traffic."

The guy stumbled out of the car and started running, but fell flat on his back after running into something. When he looked up he saw Klaus standing over him. "I never said you could go." Klaus held the man up so he was standing, waved his hand in front of his face, then shoved it into his chest. He played with the man's heart for five seconds before ripping it out of his chest. Klaus wiped his hand off on the guy's shirt.

"Oh, don't look so glum Carmen. I was only making a point," he told her as he got into the car.

The next morning when Klaus woke he found himself lying in a hotel bed with four dead bodies at the foot of the bed. He got out of the bed and called for the cleaning service.

"Please. Make it stop," he heard a voice croak from the corner of the room as he was on the phone.

He turned around and saw Carmen with a nasty hybrid bite. He assumed it was his doing. He shrugged his shoulders and told the person on the receiving end of the call, "Oh and bring a stake to shove through the blonde girl's heart." He hung up the phone and got in the shower.

The warm water beat on his shoulders. He opened the hotel bottle of body wash and was flooded with another memory of her. He wished they could bring a stake for the blonde girl who haunted his heart.