Angst angst angst angst angst angst

He had once prided himself on his ability to expect the unexpected. To always be one step ahead. He had lived on the run for a thousand years, and he had acquired many skills from that experience. Reading people, knowing how someone was going to act before they even acted. Many things had happened in the past year that had surprised him though, and that wasn't a good thing, he didn't like that people were catching him off guard; didn't like that he was becoming more vulnerable to attack.

It all culminated though when Silas forced the cure down Caroline's throat. Klaus didn't know why; he had wanted the cure so badly only to waste it. But how sane could Silas be after two thousand years in a tomb? He didn't care why though, all that mattered was that the woman he loved had had something forced on her that she hadn't wanted.

That was the last thing he had ever wanted, for her to be human again; he knew how much it would hurt her to have the life she loved ripped from her, to be weak again. And, when he was alone and no one would see the fear on his face, he knew he was afraid of hurting her. She was fragile now, fleeting. The simplest of things could end her, forever, and he wouldn't get her back.

And he couldn't return her immortal life to her. Not that he didn't want to, he did, and not that she didn't want to be a vampire again, she did, but Silas was clever, and a warlock, a very powerful one at that. When they tried to give Caroline vampire blood, her body rejected it, and Klaus was only glad that he hadn't acted rashly and had waited to see if she could take the blood down and keep it down. She couldn't though, and a part of Klaus felt as though he had already lost her when they went to Silas' prison, much like the room he had been enclosed in at one point, and he revealed the spell he had cast when he gave Caroline the cure preventing her from being a vampire ever again. Klaus didn't think he could stay around her, knowing that she could die at any given time.

But he did. He couldn't leave her either. He had to protect her from all the things that could kill her. Then the day came when he had to protect her from himself, and that was the day that he finally found the courage to leave her.

Her human self control was, ironically, much lower than when she had been a vampire, at least in regards to him. She couldn't hide the flush that came over her cheeks when he looked at her, the smell of her arousal, and, though he was hesitant about being with her in that way because he didn't want to hurt her, he gave into her one day. Ironic. He had been the one chasing her for so long, and it took her being human for her to chase after him.

They fell to her bed, a tangle of limbs, naked bodies moving against each other, and he removed his lips from hers to his down her throat. He hadn't even registered that his fangs had dropped until he heard her sharp cry, and he pushed away from her, reading the panic and fear and pain in her eyes, a hand up against her bloody neck, and he knew that he had to leave.

For many years, he tried to forget her. Every last detail about her he craved to have struck from his mind. Her aura of light, the joy, the loyalty, the smile that he had been lucky enough to have directed at him several times, and the taste of her blood.

Oh but it was the sweetest taste he had ever known, and no matter how many meaningless encounters he had, no matter how many people he drank from, the memory of her sweet blood never left him. He could not forgot, and the part of him that was still human didn't want to. It was, after all, all that he had left.

But it was torture to have that memory and not be able to have the taste really in his mouth once more. And his imagination wandered from there, every time he thought of tracking her down; other things he wanted to taste. The things he wanted to do to her. He wanted to posses her, but he wanted to be possessed in return.

But that was impossible now. She wouldn't even know that it was him.

Because he had wanted her to have a normal human life, if she had to have a human life at all. He compelled her to forget him, to forget all of them, to forget about vampires, werewolves, hybrids, and witches. And then he sent her to Europe, sending compelled vampires to watch over her, to not let her die.

And he searched, he searched for a witch to remove the curse on Caroline so that she could be with him once more. Five years had passed, and every second was like a death toll, a count down to the moment when she would inevitably die and he would not even be there with her because he would not risk hurting her again. He would not risk seeing her afraid of him ever again.

He never found a witch powerful enough, or one that even knew of the spell. And he resigned himself for a small moment to her death. She would die, as was natural, and he would eventually forget her. He knew it to be lies though. He would never forget her, never stop loving her, and he couldn't resign himself to her death.

Which meant he only had one other option.

He would have to go to Silas and try to get the answers out of him.

A/N: There may be a part II but I don't know