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Howl

If you could only see the beast you've made of me

I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart

Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in

You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in

You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to...

-Florence and the Machine

The alarm was unsettling, the sound grating his already very frayed nerves. His limbs were like stone. Slowly, he pulled himself up from the floor. He would find his way out, he would find Caroline. And, if he was lucky, he'd kill as many people as he could get to.

Flexing his muscles he found that he could move relatively well. Far from where he'd like to feel but mobile. He cursed under his breath as he ripped the shackles that bound him. He felt weaker than he'd ever been in his whole existence, in more ways than just physical. Klaus rolled his shoulders, the drug was almost gone now, which he assumed was their lack of knowledge in his age or his more advanced healing. He was thankful for their slip- and irked.


The forest rushed past her. The air was cold against her and she reveled in the feel of the wind on her face. The night air filled her lungs as she yelled out a sound not familiar to her, a wail almost, or a howl. She didn't care. She was free. And she could smell blood. And then there was nothing but the instinct to survive in her chest.

000

Footfalls from the next hall over alerted him to the presence of a guard. He sped to him, draining him before the other new what happened. His blood had the distinct flavor of a hybrid but it was different, almost artificial? Dropping the body where it stood he looked around for anyone else.

The halls had been all but empty when he arrived, and they were still eerily vacant. Like a new building that was never lived in. An unsettling feeling fell over him, a pit of apprehension filling his chest. The siren still filling the air in 2-minute increments. He flashed from hall to hall, desperate to find Caroline, to find anyone, really. But she came first in his mind.


How had she gotten here? Sounds flooded her ears, the birds in the trees, the heartbeats in the distance, voices raised in warning and fear. They were all consuming and she needed to quiet them, needed to focus. She tore through the forest, making her own path. Each step got her closer but the voices were too far away. So she ran.


He caught her scent faintly down another corridor. He blindly followed it, killing 3 more guards on the way. The drug was finally out of his system and he was feeling more like his mass murdering self than he had before.

He tore through the facility. Following the scent as it got stronger, still faint but stronger than before. A large hole, where a door had been, led outside. He realized it was the door he had come in from, now a crater in the mountain's rock. He stepped through it, the wind carrying her scent to him. He flashed towards it.


Not alone. She realized too late that she wasn't the only creature out in the dark woods. Turning wildly, she fought to find where the other was. A howl tore through the air, she was unsure if it had been her or something else. Her legs moved on their own, making her way down the mountain.


Her scent was much stronger now. He was so close to her. Breaking through a clearing he stopped. The sudden howl freezing him to his spot. Whatever made that noise was close. And approaching fast.

Tree limbs snapped, sounds of a huge creature crashing through the forest at an inhuman speed. He braced himself, unsure of what it could be. Which, was a rather new experience for him.

The crashing sounds broke through the clearing. Eyes growing wide at what he saw. A huge wolf-like creature, the kind from folktales, growled at him. Their arms the size of tree trunks, eyes yellow and piercing, elongated hands and claws ready to slash. Its jowls were menacing and huge. This was a creature not made by Nature.

Tensing he readied himself to fight this thing. But paused at an unwelcome thought. What if this was Caroline? Her scent is in the air. Stomach sinking he stepped forward, "Caroline?"

The beast growled louder, taking a step closer. So he was right. He needed to get through to her. Needed to find a way to fix her.

Another howl tore through the air, and then the creature was lunging at him. He braced himself to attempt to stave off any actual attack. In another second, she'd be on him.

A different howl, one he couldn't place the creature with, ripped through the air as another being slammed into the werewolf in front of him. With a start, Klaus realized that the other being had a familiar head of blonde hair. He called out to her, but both creatures were hell bent on incapacitating the other.

Fresh blood assaulted his senses as the two fought. They fought wildly, scratching and biting at each other. He had to do something, had to stop this. He stepped forward when a loud crack of a neck snap filled the air. The werewolf collapsed in a heap on the ground. Its forms, curiously, shifting back into a pinked haired woman that looked all too familiar to him.

Caroline loomed over her victory, covered in blood, leaves, and mud. Her oddly long fingers flexed, extended nails that looked more like talons punctured her palms. He watched her in awe and worry, her scent was still off and her appearance wasn't of the usual vampiric nature.

"Caroline..." he said her name cautiously as if he spoke to a frightened animal and not the woman he loved.

Her head snapped up and stared at him with golden eyes that flashed in the moonlight. She growled at him, hunching over. She had flashed to him in an instant. Instinctively, he dodged her, twisting out of the way of her claws. He miscalculated her second swipe and winced at the sharp pain of her nails slashing his side. He grabbed her wrist, twisting it out. In an instant, he held both wrists out and away, "Caroline! Stop this," he half shouted in her face. He didn't want to admit just yet how deep down there was a thrill at what he was seeing. He didn't know how, but she was like him. A hybrid. But she was strong. If he wasn't careful she would get out of his grip.

But she faltered. Her eyes slowly turned back to their normal blue orbs, "Klaus?" She sounded so hopeful that it would surely crush him if she didn't believe he was real this time.

"Who else, love?" He almost fell back at the sheer force that she threw herself at him. He crushed her against him, breathing in her slightly different scent, still tempting but now with a new hint of familiarity to it.

"You're real! You were there and- I didn't- I- you're really here!" She said all this through half sobs that broke his heart.

"I'm real, love. But you'll have to do me a favor." He forced himself to pull her arms from around his neck so he could look at her. Her eyes, big and blue and filled with so many emotions. He smiled at her, shaking his head, "I'm afraid, sweetheart, that you're never going to get rid of me again. So you'll have to get used to me."

She wiped her eyes, pushing the blood and much around instead of clearing it, "Deal."

And then she did the last thing he had expected from her, she kissed him. He pulled her as close as he could, reveling in the feeling of her lips against his. He wanted to imprint himself on her, to chase away whatever demons she held on to. He explored her mouth, deepening their kiss before he forced himself to break away. "As much as I'd like to repeat the last time we found ourselves in the woods we need to get you back."

She nodded, "What about my roommate?"

He looked over at the unconscious, naked girl a few feet away. Sighing, he pulled out his phone, cursing at the lack of bars when they heard footsteps emerging into the clearing.

Elijah walked into the clearing, cautious at what he would find. "I heard a commotion, and when I caught your scent, Niklaus, I decided to see if you needed help." At the sight of the pink haired woman, he shook his head and removed his coat, wrapped it around the woman and lifting her up. "I take it we are ready to depart?"

Klaus shook his head, "As always, brother, you have impeccable timing." He gestured for the elder man to lead the way. In one fluid movement, he picked Caroline up, "Let's get you home." She buried her head in the crook of his neck, sighing in content and pulling at his now very alive heartstrings.