It was a dark night in Mystic Falls, Virginia as Caroline Forbes headed home alone.
Suddenly, she was thrown and pinned to a tree. He looked like a man, but smelled of vampire. He had short, brown hair and brown eyes, wore a pair of white tennis shoes, and a brown leather jacket. One hand was covered with a black, leather glove, and she knew he was about to do something dangerous. He had something that would hurt a vampire. His other hand was tightly around her throat.
"Who are you?" she asked him.
"Well Caroline, I am Azazel the Bloody. An old enemy of Klaus. He takes a liking to you, so I need you."
"Let go of me!" she yelled at him, afraid of what he would do to her.
"I can't sweetheart. Sorry."
He raised a dagger with his black gloved hand.
Suddenly it was knocked from his hand, and he was thrown off her. It was Klaus Mikaelson. The werewolf-vampire hybrid had come to save her yet again.
Klaus faced his enemy.
"Hello, Azazel."
He went to stand in front of him.
"Any last words?" Klaus asked.
"Burn in hell."
"Very well then."
Before he could do or say anything else, Klaus killed him by ripping his heart out, and then dropped it by his body.
Klaus approached Caroline.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, once he stood in front of her.
"Yeah. I think so. Thanks."
"Why don't I walk you home," he invited.
She obliged.
Once she was safely home, he headed home as well.
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