For You
Request: could you write a drabble where Caroline actually gets jujued by the witches and thats why Klaus yells no but he ends up saving her and killing the witches if its not too much to ask
It didn't compute for a split second why he saw a flash of blond darting toward the witches until he saw, heard the witches turn their power on her, giving her an aneurysm that made her fall to the ground, writhing in pain. "No!" He shouted, at her and her need to always be noble, at the witches for hurting her, at his sudden feeling of vulnerability, he wasn't sure.
Klaus didn't think, merely acted on instinct, pushing himself forward, his desire to save the girl, the object of his affections, though she didn't want them, overriding all else. He didn't care about apocalypses, or Silas, or the return of all the enemies he had managed to make over a thousand years. All he knew was that he had to stop her anguished cries; she couldn't be allowed to be in pain. He snapped the witches neck that was still chanting at Caroline, not paying attention as the rest of them dropped dead, caring only about her, rushing to her side and picking her up from the ground.
Only then did his actions catch up with him. His enemies would be able to come back now, and all for the girl that he was cradling in his arms. And he would do it again if it came down to it.
She clutched at his shirt, her brow still knotted in pain from the force of twelve witches' powers being used against her at once, and he rubbed her back soothingly. "I'm going to take Bonnie home." He nodded at Stefan's words over his shoulder, not really caring what became of the witch.
"What were you thinking silly girl?" He whispered once they were alone, not really meaning for the words to escape, regretting them when her eyes opened flashing with anger directed at him.
She pushed away from him, and he released his hold on her, both rising from the ground to stare each other down. "They were going to kill Bonnie."
"They almost killed you!" All his anger, all his fear, poured into his voice. He could have lost her. "Do you really consider yourself of so little worth that you would put her life above yours?"
"I can't lose anyone else." She darted toward him, and on instinct he prepared himself for an attack until she wrapped her arms around him once more. "Why did you save me?"
"I couldn't let you die." He admitted, before pressing on. "I can't lose you, not even if you hate me or think I'm terrible for however long we have left."
"I don't hate you, and I don't think you're terrible. I jus—" He shushed her, not needing to hear more than that. To know that he still had some slim chance was enough for now.