A/N: So I wrote this drabble after 4x19, just a short missing scene, Klaus witnesses the Forwood scene.
He was a selfish man that much he knew. Betraying one sibling could cause distress and anger, but betraying two meant years of isolation and pain. But he knew that over time they will return to him, no one truly understood them like they did each other and after the death of Kol, he knew he would never let go of Rebekah, allow her to live a life that could only result in her death, a life that was limited, a life that would require him to be separate from her.
Aware of the consequences of the decision that he made to side with Silas against Elijah and Rebekah, he made his way over to the Lockwood Mansion. Caroline had said earlier that the after party of the prom was being held at the mansion that was now owned by Matt Donovan. He needed to see her, he needed to be reassured by her smile, he needed to feel that even after his siblings chastise him that there would still be someone who cared about him, someone who depended on him.
He heard the music playing before he reached the porch, the soft rhythm of a slow song, the kind that couples dance to when they delude themselves into thinking that they will stay together long after high school is over. The house was dark with a single light in the front living room, he wondered if she had left the school yet, perhaps she still enjoying herself with her friends and the Donovan boy had come to set up for the event. But regardless, he would wait for her; he would always wait for her.
It was as he made his way to the threshold of the house that he heard it, "I have to go soon," the voice familiar and unmistakable, the voice of his one remaining hybrid, the baritone sound of his voice distinctive against the soft, melodic sound of the music playing. His fists bawled at his side, ready to unleash his anger, unable to believe that the hybrid had the nerve to come back, to set foot in Mystic Falls, to spend time with her, after all that he done to betray him. He got to the porch and the open curtains invited him to peek through the front window into the living room. The music becoming louder the closer he came and he saw a couple embracing, dancing close, and their bodies swaying to the music.
The hybrid looked at her again as he said, "People will be here for the party and if anyone sees me…" revealing his plans to leave again before he was caught. It was almost laughable that Tyler believed that he could fool him, that he would never have caught wind of his little visit. The fact that he tempted fate that he dared to dance with the devil would make killing him all the more pleasurable.
Klaus' stomach turned as he saw Caroline grab Tyler's face and kiss him deeply, as if she was starved, eating enough in case her next meal does not come. The affection evident in the way she held him, the way she kissed him. It was painful to watch but he could not bring himself to look away. "Thank you for the best prom ever," she whispered to him as she cradled his face in his hands, her smile seeming to light up the entire room and causing his dead heart to skip a beat. She looked genuinely happy as if just for that short space of time all her problems were inconsequential, all because of the presence of the hybrid.
She looked radiant in the dress that he had taken as a memento from a victim many decades ago, never intending for it to be worn, just something to immortalize the poor woman who wore gowns as trophies that she cared for far more than she cared for any human being. But Caroline seemed to give the dress life that its' original owner could not even have attempted. When he looked upon her he saw nothing but a vision, a woman who did not even realize her true potential, who was made for grater thing than what this small town could offer her.
Her smile cemented Tyler's fate without her even knowing it. Seeing her happy, knowing that even through the doppelganger's efforts, her evenings was still salvaged, she was still able to have the night of her dreams: she had her dance with Tyler and she looked "Princess Grace of Monaco hot", even though to him she looked more beautiful than Grace Kelly did on her best day. He was a selfish man, but he could not be selfish with her, she deserved happiness, she deserved her dream night and if that came at the cost of sparing the hybrid, of having to watch her in his arms again, then so be it. Tomorrow is another day, but tonight shall be hers.
A/N: Please review to let me know what you think? Too soppy? OOC? Or hit me up on Tumblr at klaussnowflake