Jealousy

This could probably also classify as angst, but it has a happy ending (well, I suppose that depends on who you want to be happy in the end). This is the last one for today; I've done a lot today because I only had one class, but also I won't be on all day tomorrow. I'll be in a car for six hours.

Please forgive this, I have a really hard time writing from Klaus' POV, so I'm not sure how good it actually is, but I'm trying to explore something new.

Jealousy. Insidious jealousy eating at him. He had never- not since Tatia anyway- let anyone into his heart. And now that he had, and she belonged to another.

Klaus knew with utmost clarity that he was not a good man. He did bad things, he hurt people, but he also knew that he would treat Caroline as a queen, like she deserved to be treated. He would gladly be good to her. He wouldn't change himself, he wasn't sure that he could. It had been a thousand years after all. But he would be the best that he could be to her.

And then he hurt her. Klaus looked at his hands in disgust. Would that he could rip them from his own body. He cursed those hands. But at at the same time he blessed them. The blood that ran through his veins was the reason that she was still alive after all.

It hurt him that she continued to resist him even after the pup was gone, pining after her lost love. He didn't, he hadn't experienced jealousy like this in a thousand years. And every single bone in his body, every instinct he had, was telling him to find his first, and only remaining, hybrid and kill the boy. Remove the competition as it were. But she would hate him all the more for that act, and he couldn't. He couldn't live with her hating him.

Klaus stayed, he watched, he wooed, and nothing worked. So he let Tyler come back for her prom night. Anything, he would do anything to ensure her happiness. His reputation, his pride, even the jealousy he felt that the boy would get to hold Caroline in his arms was nothing compared to knowing that he had made her happy. Even if only for one night.

Klaus left. The world, the supernatural community, extended outside of Mystic Falls, and he was needed elsewhere. But the tears in her eyes, the tears he pretended not to see as he bid her farewell, almost convinced him to stay. Because maybe she needed him to.

Years passed. He would admit, though he was not proud of his actions, that he had had many a warm body in his bed. They didn't compare though. They would never be her, could never hope to be her.

He hadn't expected it. And yet, there she was standing in front of him, telling him that she was finally ready to accept his offer. And the jealousy, the jealousy that had lived in him for the past ten years finally left.

When they saw Tyler again, abroad in Greece, he placed his arm around her, enjoying seeing the jealousy flash in his eyes for a change.