The Vampire Diaries: He's The Air She Would Kill To Breathe

Anyone Is Capable of Being Saved

*Klaus’s POV*

“Aha! There it is…but, Klaus…this spell calls for something dark.” Gloria said grimly, looking up from her grimoire at me. I shrugged.

“Does this look like the face of a man who cares?” I felt Scarlett shiver and I pulled her closer to me.

“You cold, love?” She nodded and I shrugged off my jacket, wrapping it around the young vampire as she curled up in my lap. I smiled, sensing that she wasn’t afraid of me.

“Klaus, you need to sacrifice a human life in order to bring her back. It’s going to be gruesome…you’ll need a human drained of blood to symbolize vampirism, something of Caroline’s to symbolize her essence, and the tears of someone who mourned for her to symbolize humanity. You up for that?” I grinned.

“Sounds fairly easy, actually, Stefan would you do me a favor and get the dead bartender from the bar two miles back? I don’t suppose anyone has found him yet, hasn’t been dead all that long. And as for something of Caroline’s…try these.” Stefan left to go get the body and I pulled a lacy pink pair of panties from my pocket.

“Nothing says essence like a girls knickers.” Gloria shot me an accusatory look and I quickly looked away, unable to look her in the eyes.

“Look, I might have…kept these from the last time Caroline and I did the nasty, but in my defense it was right before she died and I didn’t have time to return them.” Scarlett turned to look at me.

“What’s nasty?” I laughed and ruffled her long golden brown locks.

“Oh you know…many things are nasty, like sticking your chocolate bar in a girls peanut butter.” The little one obviously didn’t catch my little innuendo and gasped.

“But chocolate and peanut better are yummy together.” I smirked and started to say something else but Stefan returned to the room with the bartender and shot me a horrified look.

“You are sick, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told…” Gloria did her best to ignore the dirty conversation and took the body from Stefan. She lay it in the middle of the floor and threw Caroline’s panties on top of him. Then she turned to me and extended her hand.

“I’m going to bring forth every memory you have of her to see if you’ll cry okay? When you feel like tears are coming lean over the body.” I took a deep breath and nodded, excited to try and see my lovely again. I handed Scarlett to Stefan and stood over the body while Gloria encased us in a circle of flames. She took my hand and began to chant, memories beginning to flash before my eyes:

“If that’s what you want…if you really believe your life has no meaning. I’ve thought about it myself.” It killed me to see her in such a state on her birthday, a girl that beautiful deserved to be better taken care of.

“I don’t wanna die.” She croaked out helplessly. I lifted my wrist to her mouth.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

“Come on, get to know me! I dare you.” She smiled at me.

“So what do you want to talk about?”

“I want to talk about you. Your hopes, your dreams, everything you want in life.”

“I get it…your father didn’t love you so you assume that no one else will either. That’s not how it works. You don’t connect with people because you don’t even try to understand them.” She was angry, but in that moment she’d shown me that if I was unloved, it wasn’t because I was unlovable, it was because of my lack of empathy.