Wow. Last night's episode was too much. From the Klaus/Damon conversation to the death of Kol. I had to write this. I still have faith and hope for Klaroline.

It raids your memory

Still I'm sorry for failing

A time for change

Well I need you now

To help me out

Well I'm scared to face this

A final kiss

But I know you'll remember it

Caroline felt that something was completely off as she walked up the steps to the Gilbert house. The air seemed too still and quiet, like the deep breathe before the plunge. She pushed open the front door and took in the blatant signs of a violent and bloody struggle. There was damage everywhere to the furniture, walls, and there was a scent of death in the air. She took quiet steps before straining to hear a sign of life in the house. A low sounding heartbeat, too quiet to be human or vampire was humming from somewhere inside.

"Hello?" She called, knowing that this was a right out of a scene from a slasher film. Then she heard it, soft whining. She moved towards the living room cautiously and froze in her tracks when she saw the large wolf collapsed on the floor. As she took a step closer, the floor squeaked and the animal's head rose to meet her gaze. He was a sandy color of blonde with shining blue eyes. She was instantly aware that he wasn't Tyler, but then there was only one other person it could be.

"Klaus?" She called confused as she took another step closer. The wolf sat up slowly, as if the movement was painful and moved towards her, stopping a mere foot away from her. He nudged his head in the air, hitting an invisible barrier. Caroline understood instantly by his actions.

"They trapped you in here? Why?" She demanded, forgetting that he couldn't give a direct response. He whined mournfully and barked lowly, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. Caroline moved away slowly towards the kitchen, fear in every step. On the floor was a burned body of an Original. It was Kol. Caroline put the pieces together instantly. She felt tears spring up in her eyes. They had killed another one of his siblings. And from his trapped state in the living room it appeared that there wasn't anything he could've done to stop it. He must have changed out of pure agony and anger.

She grabbed a few bottles of liquor from the kitchen a couple of glasses. She moved back towards the living room hesitantly. Klaus seemed to recognize her even in this form so she felt a small twinge of safety moving closer. Once she crosses the invisible boundary she put her hand out and was relived to see that she wasn't trapped in there as well, the spell must have be specific to Klaus only. She put the glasses and bottle on the table and moved closer to the wolf that was now lying back down again on the ground, clearly defeated and heartbroken.

"I'm going to grab some clothes for you and then I'll be right back," she said hoping he could understand her. She ran up the stairs to Jeremy's room, taking in more of the chaos upstairs. There must have been some vicious showdown just hours before that she had managed to avoid. She was a weird spot with Tyler since that day in the school. She felt an understanding towards Klaus for killing Carol and she wondered if that made her a monster. That she could rationalize his actions as retaliation for his own loss at the hands of Hayley and Tyler. She rummaged quickly through Jeremy's clothes and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and ran back downstairs. Klaus still hadn't moved from his spot in front of the couch. If it weren't for the rising and falling of his chest she would've thought that he was dead. She put the clothes on the table as well and grabbed the blanket off of the couch before settling on the couch, Klaus still lying near her feet.

"Klaus?" His head perked up suddenly, clearing recognizing his own name and he gave her the equivalent of a puzzled look when she patted the spot next to her on the couch. Understanding the gesture, he jumped up to sit next to her, very little space between them, as he was rather large as a wolf. She raised her hand and still hesitant, stroked his back gently. The fur was incredibly soft and silky as it slipped through her fingers. Tentatively he shifted closer laying his head on her lap as she continued to pet him. As if a switch had been flipped, he began to whine and whimper as if this was the only way he could express his grief in this form. Caroline could feel the tears streaming down her face at his obvious pain.

Another death, another family member killed in revenge right in front of him. Elena had told her a long time ago about his brother Henrick. Another death he was forced to witness and be powerless to stop. And if there was anything she knew about Klaus it was that he relished in power and control. When would it be over? This cure was killing more people than it would save, if it even did exist. Caroline continued to console the broken creature now fully resting in her arms, never ceasing in her attentions to him and whispered words of apologies through her own tears. She couldn't and wouldn't leave him like this. In her capacity of forgiveness she knew Klaus had hers. She couldn't condemn him anymore and she didn't want to. The hours slipped by and with the help of the alcohol, she drifted off to sleep, Klaus's warmth feeling like the summer sun on her skin and his heartbeat lulling her into a dreamless sleep.

When the sun rose brightly on the next day Caroline woke to the gentle nudging of a cold, wet nose along her neck and she immediately thrown from her safe and warm cocoon of blankets and fur into consciousness. She saw his bright blue eyes boring into her almost trying to say something and she was immediately relieved that he was still in control of his actions. She moved her hand back to caress his head and slowly the fur began to dissipate and turn to stubbled skin. Caroline immediately covered her eyes, knowing the rest of his form would soon be turning human, and he would be bare skinned on top of her. She could feel him shift off of her, but not before feeling every plane of his lean, warm body pressed against hers. She counted to sixty slowly in her head before she dared to speak.

"I got you clothes, they're on the other chair," she said roughly, her voice scratchy from crying and sleep.

He nodded in reply. She had never seen him looking so broken and utterly defeated. She heard the rustling of fabric against skin and slowly opened her eyes to see him pulling the shirt over his head. She sat up more on the couch and in vain tried to smooth out her hair, which probably resembled something of a bird's nest.

"Do you need anything?" She asked as he stared off in the direction of the kitchen seemingly disconnected from everything else around him. He didn't answer. She moved off of the couch and saw the tears swimming in his eyes and nodded. She grabbed his hand and slowly led him back to the couch.

"I'll call him."

She saw his cell on the table and grabbed it as she gently pushed him to sit down again. She unlocked his phone and scrolled through his contacts, looking for his brother's name. Once it was highlighted she took a deep breath and dialed.

Her conversation with Elijah was very short, but utterly painful. He agreed to be back in Mystic Falls by that night and would bring a witch strong enough to break Klaus out of his imprisonment. During their short minutes conversing, Caroline could feel Klaus slowly collapsing next to her, whether in grief, exhaustion, or both. She pulled him towards her, snaking an arm around his wait and letting his head rest on her like he had done the previous night. Before putting down his phone back down on the table she added her own contact information into the device. She sighed slowly and deeply, and pulled the fallen fleece blanket over the two of them, feeling his violent shuddering against her. She resumed her caresses, trying to soothe the savage beast within him, desperately trying to keep him at bay from transforming again. She ran he fingers though his hair, noting how it was incredibly soft and silky like his fur had been.

She had never shared such an intimate space with anyone for such a long period of time without any communication. But as the clock over the mantel continued to tick combined with the repetitive motion, they were lulled back to sleep again. The next time she awoke it was her stomach that was the culprit. He noticed it as well and shifted off of her allowing her to grab some food and blood from the kitchen. Caroline tried not to look at Kol's body, but it was hurting her more to see Klaus like this. She ran upstairs and grabbed a sheet from the Gilbert's linen closet and placed it over Kol's body in a sign of respect for the dead. She gathered the food and moved back to the living room. Klaus was still unresponsive and it was beginning to scare her. She slowly munched on the apple she found trying to think of something to say, but nothing she thought of would be useful. She drank half of the blood bag and offered the other half to him, but he shook his head. She was getting worried about his state of mind.

"Please? For me?" She asked quietly, begging. He looked at her questionably, but then accepted the proffered bag from her hand. She sighed in sheer relief of him taking it and draining it with a few gulps. It was only minutes later when there was a series of knocks on the door that they were both startled out of their small bubble. She moved to get up and open the door and his hand shot out to grab her, as if in fear for her. She put one hand over his and with the other cupped his cheek tenderly, stroking his scruff kindly.

"It's Elijah," she said softly, "He said he would be here before nightfall." He let her go and watched as she moved towards the front door to usher in his older brother and the witch he had found wherever he had been. Caroline stepped back as Elijah swept into the room to join his brother trying to give them a moment of privacy. She smiled softly to the witch standing with her in the foyer before settling herself on the stairs. A few minutes of ancient chanting later Klaus was free from his invisible prison and he and his brother embraced in a moment of shared silence. Caroline had moved to the front door, when a hand on her shoulder stopped her. It was Elijah.

"Thank you, Miss Forbes. For everything," he said solemnly, but with kindness in his voice. She nodded with a sad smile before walking out into the briskly cold night air. Suddenly everything felt much more sharper with the drop in temperature. She wished she had a thicker jacket, but she hadn't made it a few steps off the porch when a quivering voice called out to her.

"Caroline."

She turned to see Klaus standing on the lit porch, his hand almost reaching out to stop her. She turned and with vampire speed, met him with a few inches between them before he pulled her into an intimate and consuming embrace. He lean arms were long enough to wrap themselves around her torso. He held onto her tightly, bringing her into the heat he was emitting. She held on just as tightly, maybe even more so just in sheer desperation of not wanting him to leave. When they finally broke apart, she held his hands in hers and looks him straight in the eyes.

"I forgive you, Klaus for everything that's happened and I hope you can forgive me too. I don't want to ever hurt you again."

She says it with ringing affirmation and more tears that fall from her eyes. He lets her hands go only to wipe them away before tucking her into his side. He moves them towards the porch swing and settles them onto it, before taking her into his hands, not letting her look anywhere but at him.

"No more games. All the lies and the hurt it had to be for something. Tell me it was for something, Caroline," he said his voice breaking at the end and by the look in his eyes; it was like he soul was breaking as well. She nodded, words failing her as she kissed the palm that cupped her cheek.

"Oh, sweetheart," he said longingly, pulling her into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her into his broad chest that was heaving with staggered breaths. She turned in his firm embrace, and softly kissed his neck finally satisfying the wonder at what it felt like to have his stubble underneath her lips. She had decided her place, staked her claim, and made a choice.

"Whatever you decide to do next, I'm with you."

He nodded in understanding. She regretfully broke out of his embrace noticing Elijah and the witch waiting by the doorway obviously needing to have a conversation. She stood up and extended a hand to help him up. He accepted it and she laced her fingers through his before giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Come. Let's say goodbye."

I hate Elena. I have hated her this whole season and I will continue to hate her. I was on the fence about this spin-off but after last night it cant be any worse than the crap these writers are doing this season. End of rant. Kindly read and review, my lovelies. RIP Kol Mikaelson. xoxo