A/N: Who else is completely fed up with the writers of tvd? Or the people who pick the songs. Apparently since Elena hasn't ruined the season enough they decided that she gets to dance at prom with a Salvatore to "Stay" by Rihanna
Caroline spun slowly watching as the witches dropped dead around her one by one. What had she done?
The fires on each of the torches went out as the witches beside them slowly dropped dead . She had just completed the final massacre.
She took in an unsteady breath glancing at all the bodies that encircled her—then her gaze came to rest on Bonnie at her feet.
"Bonnie," she whispered and immediately was kneeling beside her best friend, the witches temporarily forgotten.
"Bonnie," she said a little louder shaking her Bonnie's arm.
Bonnie slowly opened her eyes. They were glazed over with white—she was being possessed.
"The triangle is complete," Bonnie said calmly.
As soon as Bonnie spoke, her eyes slid shut again and a shudder when through her entire body.
"Bonnie?" Caroline exclaimed, at this point Klaus and Stefan had come over to stand beside her.
Bonnie gasped suddenly, her eyes flew open—clear and back to their normal hazel-green color.
"Oh thank god," Caroline said, pulling her dazed and only semi-conscious friend into a tight hug.
"Care?" Bonnie asked confused as to what was going on. But then she didn't really get the chance to ask as she slowly slipped back into unconsciousness.
Caroline felt her go limp in her arms and pulled back to look at her worriedly. She glanced up at Stefan who looked concerned.
Stefan knelt on the other side of Bonnie and slid his arms under the witch.
Caroline released her grip on her friend as Stefan's arms slid between hers and Bonnie's body. She let her hands drop to her sides as Stefan nodded at her that he had her.
They both stood, Stefan holding Bonnie's limp body to his.
"I'm going to take her home," Stefan said quietly and then glanced at Klaus who was strangely silent. "Can I use your car?" he asked him.
Klaus glanced at Caroline who was standing between the two of them. She was staring at Bonnie's face with a blank and dazed look on her own.
"I'll need to get the shovel out of the trunk first," he said as he glanced at the dead witches and then started walking back in the direction they had come.
Stefan went to follow but then paused as he realized that Caroline hadn't moved.
"Come on Care," he said breaking her out of her daze.
They walked in silence back to Klaus's car and when they got there Klaus walked around to his trunk and pulled it open. Never knew when you would need a shovel to bury a body—or twelve—so Klaus took to carrying a shovel with him in his trunk. With his temper, it was only logical
He pulled the shovel out of the trunk and slammed it shut.
Stefan was laying Bonnie in the backseat gently. He closed the door and then turned to Klaus.
Klaus rolled his eyes when Stefan shot him an expectant look. He tossed the keys a little forcefully at the Ripper as he walked past him.
"Don't run into anything mate," he said sarcastically as he threw the shovel over his shoulder and started walking back in the direction of the witch bodies.
He heard Caroline quietly fall into step behind him. She hadn't said anything since she had murdered the witches besides a moment of relief when her witchy friend had become conscious. He was all too curious as to what was going on in her head. She had just murdered twelve innocent witches—well not entirely innocent, considering they had been about to murder the Bennett girl. But her switch was off. Would this push it further? He had been making such progress today—especially this evening. He had seen her humanity and emotions emerging bit by bit as they had spent more time together. Sure it was no breakthrough because it was still off—but it was progress. Surely more progress than Damon was making with Elena. The bloody imbecile. And Caroline was likely showing more humanity with her switch off that he was capable of showing at all. And he didn't have a switch. Ah the disadvantages of being an original.
By the time they got back to the bodies the sky was starting to lighten with the first signs of morning. Klaus took off his jacket and tossed it on the fallen tree next to the clearing. He then rolled up both of his sleeves and got to work digging a mass grave.
Caroline just stood there as he proceeded to dig his shovel into the ground lifting the first shovelful of dirt and making a pile. Her mind was going a mile a minute and at the same time completely blank. She didn't know how to process this. Sure she had saved her friend—logically it was the smart thing to do. And deep down she cared more than she should with her switch flipped, it was Bonnie, she couldn't have let her just die. But then again logically, it was the most idiotic thing to do. She had just completed the triangle. Silas could drop the veil and unleash hell on earth. God she wanted to kick something, or somebody—why hadn't they listened to Kol when they had the chance? Oh yeah, no one believed the cheeky bastard who had been running around trying to cut Jeremy's arms off.
She glanced to the side in her daze and saw a fallen tree. She took a few steps towards it and slumped onto it. She proceeded to watch Klaus as he dug a massive grave.
Klaus let his frustration out on the ground as he kept digging into it. Twelve bodies, twelve graves. Three massacres. One complete expression triangle. He really hoped that this Silas guy was all bark and no bite, because he had enough stuff on his plate. Between Katarina stealing the cure, and the doppelganger murdering his brother, and the doppelganger creating chaos in her humanity less state—he didn't have time for an ancient warlock hell bent on bringing back all the dead supernatural beings. Then there was Caroline.
He sighed as he tossed the shovel up onto the ground beside the hole and pulled himself out of it. He looked down at the huge hole—that should fit twelve bodies. He dusted his hands off and then walked over to the witches. He grabbed the first body and threw it over his shoulder. He walked back to the grave and tossed the body in. He repeated this process until all twelve witches lay at the bottom of the hole. Grabbing the shovel he started to bury them with dirt.
After all twelve bodies were buried he let out a sigh and stuck the shovel into the freshly upturned dirt. The sun was well above the horizon now, they had been running around literally all day. He turned and glanced at Caroline who in the past hour, hadn't moved an inch since she had sat down on the fallen tree. She was zoned out staring at the ground where the witches were now lying— six feet under.
"There—twelve graves for twelve witches," Klaus said tiredly as he started to roll his sleeve on his left arm back down. "Like it never happened—only it did happen," he said rolling the right sleeve back down tugging at it a little forcefully in his annoyance with the situation. She didn't move, or respond, or even acknowledge that she had heard what he was saying. "And now Silas has everything he needs—to open the gates to hell on earth," he added as he grabbed his jacket off the tree and slid it on, tugging at the collar to straighten it.
She turned her head to face him, not moving her body.
"You were just going to let Bonnie die," Caroline muttered lifelessly. It wasn't a question it was a statement. He was just going to let her best friend die.
"I know arithmetic isn't your strong point," he said becoming more frustrated by the minute as he walked towards her, "but one is still less than twelve."
"Yeah but that one" she argued, jumping off the tree and striding towards him purposefully, "—is my best friend."
They now stood with maybe a foot of space between them.
"You tell yourself whatever you need to so you can sleep at night," he said harshly, smirking at the irony of the situation.
Caroline furrowed her brows in confusion, and then she realized that she had just massacred twelve people.
"I just killed twelve people," she whispered staring off into space. She was dumbfounded that she, sweet little innocent Caroline, had murdered twelve people. Strangely it didn't hurt as bad as it should have. Maybe this was why Elena had turned it off.
"Hey—hey," Klaus whispered reaching out to hold her by her shoulders as a look of confusion and despondency crossed her features. "You look like you're in need of comfort."
She nodded slightly, as her eyes gained some life back to them and she glanced up at him. He looked concerned—but that concern quickly turned into a vindictive smirk. "Why don't you find someone less terrible you can relate to?" he said harshly.
She glanced at him briefly as hurt flashed through her eyes, and then she fled.
Caroline ran. It had been a slap in the face to have Klaus of all people, be spiteful to her. She had been on the receiving end of a lot of vindictive, nasty and mean things—but she never expected Klaus to lash out at her like that. It wasn't even really eating at her that she had killed twelve people. Sure she felt bad, but she had done it to save her friend. She hadn't known the witches. Sure it was sad they were dead—but she wasn't completely distraught like she would've been had her humanity been on. She kept running at a supernatural speed, and didn't stop until she got to the empty Salvatore house.
It was a relief that it was empty. She didn't feel like being sat down and talked to by Stefan. And thank god Elena was still in New York with Damon, because she didn't feel like dealing with either of them right now.
As she walked up the stairs to her room she was staying in, it hit her how exhausted she was. She had been going non-stop for almost twenty-four hours now. Sure she had a little nap in Klaus's car, and two bags of blood, but she was still tired. She lifted a lock of her hair and sniffed it. She should take a shower too. She didn't smell bad, but she smelt like alcohol, the woods, and fire, and—Klaus?
She groaned. Of course she smelled like Klaus. She runs off, leaving him there and is trying to put him out of her mind. But no, she spent a good part of yesterday in his presence—in his car—in his arms, dancing. Of course she smelled like him, and that irritated her even more—because he smelled good.
She sighed, she could take a shower after she got a few hours of sleep. She opened the door to her room and her eyes zeroed in on the bed. Taking off her muddy shoes she flopped down on the bed and pulled the covers up. She was fast asleep moments later.
The instant she turned, he wished he could take it back. He had lashed out and purposefully tried to hurt her. But he couldn't take it back, and in a way she needed to hear the truth—as harsh as it could be. Maybe it would bring those emotions bubbling back to the surface. She was going to have to confront this sooner or later he thought as he turned around to retrieve his shovel.
He froze as he sensed a presence behind him.
A/N: OK guys a pretty uneventful chapter! I know! I'm going to try and work on the next chapter so that I can put one up tomorrow hopefully. Ill be in nyc this weekend visiting the school I may transfer ;) so I'll try to be a good writer and get a chapter up before I leave Friday morning. As usual, no promises. But I'll try…1-2x a week is what ill be able to give u guys from now on until summer probs ;) sorry
Once Klaus gets stabbed...im pretty much going AU, im so done with the writers and their bullshit! I wont rant here but you guys should get tumblrs if u don't have them! ;)
No worries guys! This whole witch thing, and him not comforting her thing will come up again, soon, when she turns her humanity back on ;)
U guys know the drill! Reviews are what keep me going! Hey it was your guys reviews that got me to continue this past a oneshot ;)