Niklaus Mikaelson (originalbastard) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-25 07:12:00 |
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Who: Klaus
What: Oh, the humanity
When: After Caroline's death
Where: Outside of the prison
Warnings: It's Klaus. His thoughts be bloody
Elijah warned him to avoid the prison and Klaus had no idea if that was for their benefit or his. He understood the implicit message: "you will cause trouble" and while he didn't disagree that didn't stop him from taking up a spot along the treeline not far from the prison. He had no idea what he hoped to accomplish by being there other than behind their walls Caroline Forbes lay dead.
He'd known she was dead the moment Tyler posted his message. He didn't bother responding to it because unlike Tyler's friends and makeshift family Klaus had no desire to lie to the boy or attempt to lessen his pain. Time would not make losing her any easier. The feeling of having his chest caved in by a baseball bat would never go away. He would never begin to remember the good times more than he would remember the bad times or words spoken in anger or exasperation or worse yet, the time wasted doing anything but being with her. There would be no light at the end of the tunnel for Tyler Lockwood. His pain would follow him for the rest of his days and there was no comforting spin Klaus could put on it and he wouldn't do Tyler the disservice of trying.
The same was true for Bonnie. Caroline's closest friend and her killer. Klaus wanted to end Bonnie Bennett. All of his instincts screamed at him to find her, take her and rend her limb from limb until she was nothing more than a bloody, tongueless, sightless stump. He could taste her blood on his tongue as sure as if she were split open in front of him now. Only it wasn't the knowledge that Caroline would disapprove that kept him from acting on it. Instead Klaus refrained because he knew that like Tyler's misery, Bonnie's guilt would live with her and eat away at her every waking moment and that was fitting punishment enough. For now.
But even as terrible, dark thoughts rolled through his mind one after another he could see Caroline when he closed his eyes. A deep breath of the cold, crisp air and she was as clear as day to him. Her brow would be furrowed slightly, just enough for two little lines to appear between them, and she would have her arms folded across her chest in full pique, golden blond hair and blue eyes more inviting than the Aegean. She would be lecturing him and he would be thinking of the fact on his last trip to the Vatican he'd replaced the face of one of the cherubs on the Sistine chapel with Caroline's likeness. He'd planted the small portrait there like an Easter egg in the hopes that one day Caroline would make it to Italy and recognize his work. After all he had promised her once a world of beauty that would be hers for the taking.
"You have to adjust your perception of time when you become a vampire, Caroline. Celebrate the fact that you are no longer bound by trivial human conventions. You're free."
"And now, I'm dying."
"And I could let you die if that's what you want. If you really believe your existence has no meaning. I've thought about it myself once or twice over the centuries truth be told. But I'll let you in on a little secret -- there's a whole world out there waiting for you: great cities and art and music. Genuine beauty and you can have all of it. You can have one thousand more birthdays. All you have to do is ask."
"I don't want to die."
Of course she hadn't wanted to die.
Caroline was the most vibrantly alive soul he had ever encountered either human or vampire. Now less than two years into his promise of 1000 more birthdays she was gone. Taken from the world by the very trivial human conventions he'd warned her against - illness and death.
There had been a moment while speaking to Elijah that Klaus had faltered. He'd reached inside of himself and felt for the humanity that most would argue he no longer carried inside of himself. It was there, rusty and barely used and so easily turned off. He could make the bleeding of Caroline's loss stop. Make these insidious whispers of affection and tendrils of love vanish with one simple act. He would be free to take on any violent, bloody or debased thing he could conceive of without once taking his friend into consideration.
Because Caroline was his friend in an awkward and clumsy fashion. He loved her but she never returned his feelings. Klaus was never been one for unrequited love but once a man slipped into Caroline Forbes' orbit there was no escaping her gravity. Which was befitting to someone of Caroline's sunshine-like personality.
He pressed his head back against the tree he was leaning against and ignored the wetness on his cheeks. "Goodbye, Caroline. Thank you for showing me genuine beauty."