His Greatest Weakness

Ch.1: She's Come Undone (Klaus' POV)

It's a beautiful day, but not so much in my living room. I'm in so much pain that it's unbearable. Silas stabbed me with a White Oak stake. I need help, so I do one thing I wouldn't have done a year ago. I call Sweet Caroline Forbes, as the pain continues.

"This is not the right time, Klaus," she greets.

"I need your help," I say, trying to keep the pain out of my voice.

"Fine, but this better be important," she replies.

Half an hour later, I'm on the floor in front of the fireplace, growling in pain, when I smell her scent, telling me that she's here.

"Klaus?" she calls.

"Caroline?" I say, needing to be sure it's her and not Silas.

"Who else would it be?" she answers.

"Silas," I answer her through the searing pain.

I look at her and she has a worried face.

"What's going on?" she asks me.

"Silas stabbed me with a White Oak stake. A piece of it is still inside me. I can feel it," I tell her through the pain.

"Oh, my God. Klaus, that could kill you," she says, as if I don't already know it.

I feel it against and it's so intense, I growl in pain.

She rushes over to me.

"Get it out of me," I say through the pain.

She does what she can, using tree trimmers to go through my upper back to see where it is so she can get it out.

"I swear there's nothing in there," she tells me.

I growl in pain, as she tries to locate it.

Suddenly, the pain is gone just like that.

"Caroline," I say.

She stops, and I sit up, looking at her.

"What?" she asks.

"The pain. It's gone."

Suddenly, realization comes to me.

"He got in my head," I say.

She looks at me and says, "If Silas can get in your head and make you think you're dying, what can he do to the rest of us?" she asks.

"Anything," I answer her.

She looks at me with fear, but I know she's not afraid of me. She's afraid for everyone around her and for herself. I want to say something; anything to make her feel better. I want to comfort her, but I can't. I don't have the words. All I can do is thank her for what she had done for me.

"Hey," I say, when we're on our feet.

We look at one another.

"Thank you," I say.

"You're welcome," she says.

I watch her start to leave, but then she stops and looks at me over her shoulder.

"If you need anything; anything at all, don't call me. I have a prom to plan."

I watch her leave.

I smile, as she leaves.