A/N: WARNING: POSSIBLE TRIGGERS; suicide attempts and self-harms.

I needed to get this out. I believed everyone can be saved from their demons. I'm still dealing with mine, but this story is like a promise to myself. That I'd survive. One day.

Chapter 1: Saved by the Devil

~People jump off building hoping someone would catch them. We all wanted to be saved, eventually~

Nobody wants to die. Death is a scary thing. We never know what lies beyond. No one ever dies and comes back to tell us what's waiting on the other side. Perhaps that was why we were all scared of dying.

But some of us wanted it to end. We didn't really want to die, really. We wanted to live. I know that I am still young. That there is so much more for me to achieve in this world. But I wanted it to end. I just want the pain to stop…

I stared at my forearm as I made another cut, staring blankly as the blood appeared from the cut. When the pain didn't subside, when the emotions didn't go away, I let out a breath and folded the knife. I didn't want to waste my time bleeding out, besides I had climbed up the clock tower because I wanted it to be over with.

"It would be quick, Evie. You wouldn't feel a thing," I breathed the words trying to convince myself. "It would be like flying."

Except it wouldn't. I'd have no control. The gravity would pull me down and my skull would be crushed. Then they would find what's left of me in the morning, and buried whatever they can salvage.

I pulled out my phone and opened up my contacts. Who could I call? My sister? Not likely. My mom? Not a chance. Friends? I don't have any that I trust.

No one.

I was alone.

"I don't want to die," I heard myself said. I want to live. I do. I really do. A tear rolled down my cheek as I thought of the world. I couldn't handle it anymore. I was too tired to deal with my demons. I give up. They win.

I closed my eyes and put my phone away as I made up my mind. Shakily, I got up to my feet, my hands pressed against the wall, afraid to fall...afraid to die.

"It's okay," I said, over and over, taking a deep breath before I turned around. "It's okay," I said one last time and with my eyes closed, I let myself fall.

It was the usual night for Klaus, he was out having a bite and letting loose. He was furious with Stefan for even daring to mess with his family but to be honest, it would be boring without a challenge. Especially in this small town. He loved his family despite his actions of daggering them whenever they disagreed with them or when he didn't want to deal with any of his siblings. But he loved them. He missed them. Even the troublemaker Kol and the boring Finn.

"I don't want to die."

He caught a girl's voice in that quiet night. He looked around, confused by the voice. Was he imagining it?

"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay…"

He looked up to the clock tower and saw a figure above the large clock that stroke two in the morning. The girl.

And then she fell.

We all are sinners. We all had committed some sins in our life. We repented, we asked for forgiveness either from God or from humans. We, humans joked about going to hell. But we all wished that we'd end up in heaven. Alongside the angels.

I believe that we all have angels looking over us.

Especially people like me and my family. We are hunters. When the Salvatores came to town, they were the first vampires I had encountered with. Vampires are blessed with super strength and speed, something no human girl can match with. I could put up a fight, but I would probably die.

So I had questioned my father about it and he said that angels would always look after me. In a fight with vampires. But they never protected me from the demons in my head.

Until now.

Those blue eyes were beautiful and ancient. They were deep blue like the colour of the ocean, but they were so full of pain as they stared back at me. And like the oceans, they held many secrets and stories and like the oceans, you could just get lost in it.

"Elena!" I shouted in surprised and in relief as I finally found her. She couldn't hear me, however, not with Stefan's fangs deep in her neck. I released three shots of wooden bullets, aiming his chest but not his heart. I knew about Elena and Stefan and I didn't plan on killing him. No matter what drama was going on between them right now.

Stefan let Elena dropped to the floor and glared at me. He bared his fangs at me and vamped sped over me. And I shot him right in the head and he dropped dead, at least for a while.

I ran over to Elena, needing to make sure she was still alive. I wasn't in their so called gang. I wasn't that close with her. But in this small town, everyone knew each other and we all grew up together. We played together in the sandbox at the playground and although we both were involved with the supernatural, we both took different path in it.

"Ugh," I groaned in pain as I was being slammed against the wall, by a force I couldn't see.

"And who might you be, little human?" a British accented voice asked and I blinked, to clear my vision. His blue eyes captured me. They were amused, but the eyes are the window to the soul. And within that close proximity, I saw his, and he saw mine.

But we both hide our demons well at that time.

"Nobody," I breathed out the word. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest. I could hear it and this British vampire could hear it too. No wonder he was so amused. "Who the hell are you?" I asked, and he tightened his chokehold around my neck, making me gasped. I tried to claw his grip around my neck but was unsuccessful.

"Someone you shouldn't mess around with," he said with a smile.

"Don't tell me what to do," I said, flipping my pocket knife and about to slash his face when he blocked my wrist. I kicked him in the stomach and he let me go, before he blocked my punch and pinned me on the floor.

He was going to kill me.

But then his eyes flickered from my face to my wrist. Slowly, he released his grip on my wrist as he looked at his palm, covered with my blood and he saw the cuts. He stared back at me and I didn't know what it meant. But I remembered running.

Not because he was a vampire.

Not because I wanted to survive.

But because he saw them.

He saw the cuts on my wrist and forearm and no one had ever seen them.

"Am I in hell?" I remembered those were my first words after a long silence of us just staring into each other's eyes.

"Unfortunately, no," he said and I found myself frowning.

"I'm in heaven? You're no angels," I said and he suddenly laughed.

"You're right. I'm the devil," he said with a charming smile and I found myself frozen. I didn't know he had dimples. I didn't know someone so deadly could look so angelic. He slowly put me down on my feet but kept his hands on my waist to make sure that I could stand. He held me for a while and I just stared at him.

"Why did you save me?" I asked, my voice was quiet. He didn't know the answer too.

"You're welcome, love," he said sarcastically and I pushed him away, taking a few steps back from him.

"Why did you save me?" I asked, yelling. I wasn't angry. I wanted to know. Why would Klaus Mikaelson saved me from killing myself.

"Why shouldn't I?" he asked.

"I don't have time for your games," I hissed and he scoffed.

"Does your life mean nothing to you?" he asked almost angrily and I narrowed my eyes at his question.

"Why do you care?" I asked, turning my back on him and he flashed in front of me.

"I saved your life," he said through his gritted teeth and I glared at him. He didn't get it. He didn't understand.

"I didn't ask for your help. I didn't want to be saved!" I said furiously, knowing it was a lie. I did want to be saved. But I wanted it to end as well… "You have no right! I wanted it to end," I said, suddenly sobbing. I fell to my knees and he caught me before gently placing me down as I continued to cry. "I wanted it to stop…"

For a moment, Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid just sat there. His large hand stroked my back comfortingly and gently, and he let me cried on his shoulder.

"You are way too young to die, love. There's a whole world out there, waiting for you. People for you to meet, culture for you to explore, food for you to taste, and peace for you to find," he murmured against my thick hair and I froze.

"You?" I questioned and he just looked at me with pain in his blue eyes.

"Fight your demons," he finished and I bit my lips, not expecting his words and that he was my savior.

That he had saved me yet again from my own demons.

The reasons why the writing is all clustered and messy, parts by parts, jumping from Klaus and Evie's point of views, that would be because this isn't my usual fanfic or writing. I just needed to write what's on my mind, about being saved, to give me and perhaps some of you some hope.