Kc prompt: Klaus does something completely reckless to save Caroline and gets himself in the receive end of a painful hex. And Caroline goes really vengeful on the witches that put her man in excruciating pain
Still ragged from the vervain and blood loss, Caroline barely managed to hold the witch by the neck. But her rage felt incandescent as Klaus struggled to breathe without screaming. "Make it stop," she hissed, her nails digging into the soft, human skin. "Now!"
"The only...way it ends," the witch answered heavily, losing strength with the tight airflow, "is when he's dead."
Impatient and absolutely unwilling to accept that, she snapped the witch's neck without further hesitation. Not quite able to flash, she still hustled to catch the next - this one by the hair. "Remove the hex, or you can die, too."
Just an hour ago, when she was chained up as bait, she hoped the coven could be spared. Their hubris in trying to bring down all vampires by getting Klaus in their clutches clearly wouldn't have worked, no use in them dying for a failed plan. But it did work, and now he was sealed into the center of whatever ritual they concocted, writhing in pain. The witches would certainly die, and by her own hand - just not until they released Klaus from whatever hell they put him in.
Eyes wide with panic, the witch she held kept trying to shake his head, which only tore more hair from his scalp. "It's dissolving his systems one at a time, unable to grow back without blood. Eventually, he'll be reduced to nothing, and the world will finally be rid of all you foul creatures."
Caroline yanked his dirty ponytail hard enough to pull his head clear off. On a whim, she tossed it toward the salt circle in hopes that the witches were able to breach their own spell. Thankfully, her gamble paid off, and Klaus scrabbled to press the gaping throat to his mouth.
"Hold on," she called, hurriedly tossing the rest of the body over to him. She dragged the first witch with her as she sat just outside the invisible barrier, biting into the neck to heal her own wounds. Licking her lips, she pulled back to watch him suck every last drop out. Given his pained grimace, the spell was still working - just more slowly. "I don't suppose you called Bonnie or your siblings before rushing to take on a whole coven by yourself? We're going to need someone to break this hex and get you out."
His breathing was too heavy for him to answer right away, and she shoved the other body at him. He took three deep pulls before he tried again. "I was a bit preoccupied with the ransom note I received threatening your life."
Rolling her eyes, Caroline popped up to her feet. "Then I'm going to track down a phone and more blood for you. Try not to dissolve before I get back." It was meant to be a joke, but her voice cracked at the mere thought. "I'm going to fix this," she swore as she tried not to cry.
"I know, sweetheart. Keep an eye out for witches," he teased, the joke falling as flat as hers did.
She absolutely would keep an eye out for witches; the ones who did this had better be keeping both eyes out for her.
