The world seemed to slow as you dropped to your knees, the sound of your father’s body hitting the ground ringing in your ears. Blood pooled around him, dark and final, soaking into the earth like ink on paper. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your mind struggling to process the horror in front of you.

Klaus stood there, smug and composed, like he hadn’t just stolen the only family you had left. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

“No—no, no, no,” your voice trembled as your hands clenched into fists, shaking with fury. Then, suddenly, your sorrow morphed into something wild, something uncontrollable.

You lunged.

Damon was faster. His arms locked around your waist, pulling you back before you could reach Klaus. You thrashed, kicking and clawing at him, screaming like a wounded animal.

“How dare you?!” you shrieked, your voice raw with grief. “How dare you take a good person like my father?!”

Klaus chuckled, tilting his head as if amused by your outburst. “Oh, love, you act like this is personal.”

“I’m going to kill you!!” you roared, your entire body trembling with rage. “I’ll be the last thing you’ll see!! I’m gonna kill you for this!!”

Damon tightened his grip, his jaw clenched as he struggled to keep you from throwing yourself at Klaus. “Stop!” he pleaded, but you weren’t listening.

Tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t care. You saw nothing but Klaus, the monster who had ripped your world apart.

“I’m gonna kill you!!” you screamed, voice cracking under the weight of your fury.

Stefan and Elena stood frozen in shock, unable to move, unable to speak. But Klaus? Klaus simply smiled.

“Then by all means, darling,” he said smoothly, “do try.”