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He wasn't sure what was going on in this place, but Klaus was trying his best to navigate through it with as much dignity as possible. He had survived over half a century being tormented by the Hunter's Curse, after all, and so he kept telling himself this would be no different. In fact, this would be easier. He already knew what sort of things would be headed his way. Mikael still appeared, still snarled and threatened like he always did. But nothing changed. Mikael was dead and gone - Klaus just had to keep reminding himself of that fact.
It wasn't until now that he truly faltered in his resolve to muddle through this place with nerves of steel. He had been stalking through the streets when he happened upon Caroline - or, who he thought to be Caroline. One moment she was there and he was approaching her, and the next, Mikael had appeared out of nowhere and before Klaus could even react, his father had plunged his fist into Caroline's body and ripped out her heart. Whether he had shouted or not, Klaus wasn't certain. He sped toward the blonde, gripping her shoulders to catch her as she fell - when she screamed and Klaus was taken aback. It wasn't Caroline at all.
Klaus didn't have much time to be baffled. The girl struggled and he let her go, only to suddenly be attacked by another. Without warning, there was suddenly a brunette flying at him, fists colliding into him. Nerves raw and his mind still reeling, Klaus's temper flared. He turned on her, veins darkening, fangs bared, and eyes glowing feral yellow. He didn't have time for whatever rubbish this was. "You're out of your league, love," he snarled and threw his own punches as he advanced on her.