To Save You if I Could

I'm sorry, I wrote angst again. Character death(s).

One euphoric, victorious moment. For a single space of time, they thought that they had won against all the odds. That Silas was defeated, that they could rest in peace knowing that their world would remain unchanged, as safe as it could be with all the supernatural creatures running around.

The burning corpse of Silas seemed so harmless. They had won, what cause had they to be afraid anymore? Everyone was smiling, odd for the team that had joined forces against all their differences to work together; but past woes seemed forgotten for the moment. Caroline even ventured to hug Klaus in front of the group, knowing that at least here, now, no judgement would come. It was logical, heat of the moment, the joy of sweet victory that she would react as such. And she wouldn't say that she didn't enjoy the look of surprise on the hybrid's face.

And then everything went to hell.

What could only be describes as a hissing noise came from the pile of burning flesh, and they all turned, their previous joy slipping away. The body was no longer as it should be, not burning as it should be, as it had been mere seconds before. The body was twisting, moving on it's own, and moans were coming out of the mouth of the man that should have been dead.

Caroline was the first to see it, the odd silvery tendrils that came out of Silas' mouth. And by the time the others noticed, getting past the growing realization that it wasn't as easy as they thought it was going to be, it was too late. The soul, what was left of it anyway, of Silas was breaking out of his destroyed body, and shooting straight for her.

She felt it hit her, the force more powerful than any she had ever known, and then her world went black.

Klaus felt his world crumble when Caroline turned back to them. Except it wasn't Caroline anymore was it? The mannerisms she affected, the cold look in her eyes, the smirk, everything was how he remembered Silas in her form to be. But this time, Silas was inside of her. "Get out of her." He growled out, clenching his fists and approaching her body.

"Now, now Klaus. Wouldn't want to hurt the girl now would you?" Silas spoke in her voice, but it was clear to all present that this was not their Caroline, and Klaus stopped his approach. This was someone else entirely, using her body, and that was very dangerous; Silas did not care for her, and he now held the advantage and he knew that. "This is what's going to happen. You all tried to kill me, but you seem to have forgotten a crucial detail. I'm a warlock. I am not as easily killed as that. But see, I'm not like Klaus here." Silas paused, reaching the tree branch behind him, breaking off a piece and examining it; they all tensed, waiting for an attack, though Klaus hoped they knew if they made any move that ended in Caroline being hurt he would end them. "I don't let my enemies live, I don't give second chances, and I don't ask questions. You will think Klaus a benevolent man by the time I'm through with you lot."

The next thing anyone heard was Damon's groan of pain, and they all turned toward him to find the tree branch lodged in his chest. "Oh, seems I missed his heart. I could always try again?" Klaus turned back to Silas, anger rising in him at the cruel way the man was handling the body of the girl, his girl.

"What do you want Silas?"

He smiled a sinister smile, a smile that seemed out of place on Caroline's face. "I already told you what I want. I want all of you dead for trying to kill me. But, I think I rather enjoy watching you suffer knowing you can't move against me, knowing that to do so would risk this girl. Does she know how much you love her? How often you stayed your hand for her. How often you came close to killing the rag-tag group you're with, but stopping to stay in her good favor? Does she know that you slept with the werewolf? That you thought of her every second and wished that it was her writhing beneath you?"

Klaus was frozen, unable to move at the questions Silas was hurling at him as the warlock read his mind; that he had gone against his very nature for this one girl; that he had exhibited control for the first time in a thousand years and all for her.

"Did you know she wants you? Oh she craves you. I can feel it even now; her very blood sings out for you. If only you knew the dreams she's had about you, the dirty fantasies. Oh, she seems so innocent! Oh, not just your body though, she likes everything about you. And she doesn't even know why she's fighting; oh wait, she does. She's attracted to you, that much is true, but she doesn't know how much you could really care for her. Oh, she's afraid of you! It all makes sense. She's afraid of letting you in, and you leaving her in the end. Such an interesting mind this girl has. I will enjoy crushing her spirit."

Klaus ignored the angered protests of her friends, preparing to launch himself at her- him?- all he knew was that he didn't see Caroline in that moment. He saw Silas, and he saw nothing more than a threat. Strong arms grabbed him, holding him back, and he fought for release from the grip; he had to save her, that was all he knew. "Klaus, you'll hurt her if you attack him." He relaxed slightly, recognizing the voice of Stefan, but he continued to stare down the warlock.

The sick twist of Caroline's arms was the first sign he had. The second, was Bonnie's voice ringing out as she herself approached, arm, hand outstretched. "Ego voco super vos, dimittam eam. Illa tuum non est daemon. Spiritibus faciat eum relinquat. Illa non est ejus. Relinquere et mori daemon."

He recognized the Latin words, "I call on you, release her. She is not yours demon. Spirits make him leave her. She is not his. Leave and die demon." And he knew, he knew without a doubt that this would not end well; this wasn't like when she was taking him out of Alaric. He wasn't actually dead; his body was still in existence. It was just a switch. Silas had taken over Caroline because his body had been lost.

And he tried, he tried to stop the witch, his horror propelling him forward, but she was too powerful. The spirits had returned to her in all their glory, and in that moment she was able to find the strength to throw him and keep his body pinned against a tree, even as she continued her exorcism. "Stop! You're going to kill her!" Bonnie ignored Klaus' pleas though as he fought against her magic. There was nothing he could do though. And within moments, the laughing spirit of Silas was rising from Caroline's body, dissipating in the wind. His body, finally released flashed to her before she hit the ground. But it was too late. She offered him one last pain filled smile, and she was gone. Dead. She was dead, and yet again he had been forced to watch as it happened, helpless to do anything to stop it.

"Caroline." Bonnie's whisper of her name as she approached, tears streaking down her face, broke him. He was angry, in despair, and angry. Those were the only two things he was capable of feeling in that moment.

"You killed her." He growled, standing to his feet, keeping a firm hold on her. Keeping her away from the one who had killed her.

"He was going to kill us Klaus!" The doppelganger yelled, defending the one he had no intention of ever forgiving, as though her pleas justified killing Caroline. As though her death was that of a soldier. A necessary death. There were other ways. There had to have been other ways. But they, they just rushed head in with what seemed most convenient. They had robbed him of three people now. And he would never forget that.

Anger, red, hot, pulsing coursed through him as he pushed his grief down, determined not to show weakness in front of the group. "Maybe you deserve to die." And with that he turned away, Caroline in his arms, to plan his revenge or to leave them alone they weren't to know. Not for a good long many years.

Not until he returned, and with him Rebekah and Elijah. And finally, the siblings found their justice, killing them off one by one with the full thousand years of their knowledge of torture and killing behind them.

But Klaus never forgave them for robbing him of Caroline, though his revenge had been completed. Caroline who had been so sure that he would hurt her, when in the end it was the friends she fought so hard to defend, that she fought so hard to remain loyal to against him. And he never forgot her; and he never let anyone in again.

A/N: So again, sorry for this I love you all for putting up with me and I swear that smut is coming next. And then I'll actually try to get back to requests.