Another crack in my heart, another picture on the wall.
Another way to spend an evening, when there's no one there at all.
Another kiss to say goodbye, another cross upon a chart.
Another suitcase at the door, another crack in my heart in my heart.

Klaus' POV.

Who knocks at someone's door at 3am? Especially my door. I simply won't tolerate someone knocking at my door at this time.

When I opened the door I didn't know what to expect but I didn't expect to see a bloodied and beaten Caroline rocking back and forth on the floor, her knees crushed to her chest and her body shaking from her sobs.

I stood there with shock and rage racing through my veins. I stepped outside of my house and onto the porch, leaning down to Caroline and slowly reached out my hand towards her hair, brushing a loose lock behind her ear frowning when she flinched away from my touch.

Whoever did this would pay, I would tear them apart limb from limb and only then would I rip out their hearts. No one touched Caroline.

"Caroline, it's me Klaus. I am not going to hurt you. Just try and relax while I get you inside." I whispered soothingly to her. Yes, I am a sinister bastard but when Caroline is around me, I feel more…human. She brings out the light in me and someone had broken her!

Lifting her small form up into my arms, her whimpers being torture to my ears and my heart.

I kicked the door shut and blurred upstairs and into my room, laying her down on my bed. My eyes raked over her body, she had two black eyes, a bruised and bloodied lip, sharp knife wounds on several areas of her body and cigarette burns were all over her arms. I couldn't see what was under her clothes or the other side of her body, but from the way she was acting now, I knew it was bad. Very bad.

Caroline had long stopped making any noises but still tears still streamed down her face and her body was still shaking. I found myself sitting down at the side of my bed a second later with a flashlight in my hands. I shun the flashlight into each of her eyes and held up my hand whilst she blinked profusely. "How many fingers am I holding up, Care?" Caroline held up four fingers. I nodded and switched off the flashlight. "Okay good, you do not have a concussion."

I lifted Caroline into my arms and wiped away her tears before I bit into my wrist, blood pouring out of the two punched holes and offered my wrist to Caroline.

I was genuinely worried that Caroline would refuse to take my blood but she surprised me like she normally does by attacking my wrist with her mouth.

Knowing that my blood would help speed along her healing I stroked her hair after she pulled away from my wrist, blood stained across her chin and lips. She licked the remaining blood off her lips and looked up at me with her blue eyes which were normally a bright, shinning blue, but now, they were a dull blue.

I gently placed her head down onto my soft pillows and stood up. I walked over to my drawers and pulled out a shirt and a pair of jogging pants and handed them to her. "I'll just be outside, sweetheart." I waited for a response off her but all she did was stare at me with fogged over eyes. She was gone. She was a shadow of her former self.

I strode out of the room in long strides and closed the door before I smashed the closest item to me which happened to be a glass vase dated back to the 1800's. I didn't care about the vase though; all I cared about was the woman who was in my room, broken to pieces and the part that I hated the most? I didn't know where to start to fix it!

"Ah brother, I need your help." I said to Kol as he walked out of his bedroom.

"With what?" Kol asked with a devilish smirk on his face.

"I need you to find out all the places Caroline was today and with who. I don't care how or what you have to do to find out." I told him and he nodded. His devilish smirk had vanished. Kol cared about Caroline too, all his brothers and his sister did. They treated her like she was family and Caroline did the same to them.

I didn't know what had happened to Caroline tonight but I intended to find out.

Caroline's POV.

I couldn't feel anything but the pain of each hit, each stab wound and the amount of cigarette burns that mounted on my arms, my legs, my neck and back. I could see and hear Klaus but I didn't know how to respond to him. I took his blood because I knew it would help heal me, but I couldn't talk to him. Not yet.

My mother had told me I was useless and that it was my fault that my father left us. That if I wasn't such a brat then he wouldn't have turned gay and left us to fend for ourselves. Every day from my 10th birthday she would beat me up, knife me and burn me. Sometimes more than once a day. It hurt like a bitch and she knew it too.

I couldn't tell anyone about what my mother did. She was the sheriff and even if she wasn't, who would believe me? My mother was well known and loved around the town. And in public she acted like she loved me but once we were alone she would tell me I was useless and that she hated me.

And I believed her. Why shouldn't I? I was always second best to everyone. No one truly cared for me apart from Klaus and his family. She thought of them as her family but she hadn't told them what she had to go through daily. She now wished that she had done but she didn't want to seem weaker than what she already was in front of them.

I didn't even realise that I had stood up and gotten changed until I sat back down again on Klaus' beautiful bed. I ran my hands across the silky, expensive sheets. I was starting to feel again, the pain wasn't as bad as before and I knew it was because of Klaus' blood.

"K-klaus…?" I whispered and looked down at my feet. I heard him step into the room.

"She beat the living shit out of me." I said brokenly before he could say anything. "She called me worthless and that I was a piece of shit that lived under her shoe. That I deserved everything she did to me because I made my daddy run away from us."

I could feel his rage from across the room. I knew I should stop talking about what happened but I couldn't. I had years of beatings and heartache that was spilling out of my mouth. "It's happened every day from my tenth birthday. I can't take it anymore, Klaus." I choked out as the tears started pouring down my cheeks again. I heard something smash and then his arms were around my waist, pulling me to me.

I finally felt safe…But I knew that it wouldn't last for long. I would have to go back to my mother soon and when I did…I'd probably get the worst beating of my life because I ran away from her. But for now, I let myself lean into Klaus' arms and close my eyes.

I closed my eyes and tried to stop the tears from pouring down my cheeks. They were staining Klaus' shirt and I would have laughed if I wasn't suffering from heartache and abandonment issues.

I didn't know how long we sat there for in silence. I was about to fall asleep when he said, 'Your mother isn't right, you know? Really, I mean it. You're strong, you're beautiful and you're full of light. I promise you, she will not get away with this, Care! I won't allow her to hurt you ever again! She hasn't won." I desperately wanted to believe him but I couldn't. I didn't know what he saw in me. I wasn't beautiful or strong or full of light. I was a mere broken human girl.

I wanted to believe that he liked me more than a friend but he didn't. He didn't like me like I liked him. I may even love him and one of these days, I would actually love him.

"Don't you see Klaus? She's already won! She's broken me. BROKEN ME! I can't handle this anymore!" I finally said after a while of silence before I felt him lift me and himself up from his bed and pull back the covers, he laid down and pulled me gently into his arms and then he pulled the duvet covers over us and I pressed myself closer to him before I shut down completely. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't even feel Klaus' arms around me anymore. I didn't want to feel anything anymore. I just wanted to forget about my mother and how the only good things in my life right now were Klaus, Rebekah, Kol and Elijah.

Klaus' POV.

The moment Caroline became limp in my arms I knew she had shut down and became numb. I would do anything to have fun, loving, carefree, sweet and happy Caroline wrapped up in my arms and resting in my bed unarmed. ANYTHING.

I hated the fact that I couldn't do anything to help the woman I loved out in this situation but be there for her and keep her mother away from Caroline. I knew that I would have to come up with a diabolical plan to get Caroline's horrid mother thrown in jail for good and I think my family would agree with me.

AN: That's it for the opening chapter. I am not sure if I should continue this or not. Please tell me if I should or not.

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