A/N: New Klaroline story guys! This is my first Klaroline fiction. I own the story but the characters and any similar wording to the series belongs
to Julie Plec. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1: Present

She clutches her bag to her chest and looks around her with an air of nervousness. She wonders if somebody had seen her... if somebody followed her to this dingy motel miles out of town. She knows she shouldn't be here. She shouldn't be doing this, but somehow she just cannot help herself. She is infatuated by him. He overwhelms her every sense. He's always there, at the back of her mind, pulling her in. She looks around her again, making sure there is nobody around, as she reaches the room's door. Her hand reaches out to knock, but stops, her hand suspended in mid-air. She's tense as she feels the uneasiness creep up her spine. "You shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong and you know it. It's time. This should have ended weeks ago. Turn around and leave before anyone sees you... more importantly before he has the chance to see you." She thinks as her common sense makes itself known. "You won't get your fairytale ending" she thinks. Her hand falls to her side and she knows she should listen, but before she has the opportunity to turn around and make herself scarce the door opens.

He'd been patiently waiting inside the motel room. He knew she had arrived because he was looking out the room's window when he saw her car turn into the parking area. He was exited. He'd missed her. He didn't get the opportunity to spend as much time with her as he would like to. He had a demanding job... a demanding family... so it was difficult getting a few hours to just spend in peace. In any which way he would like to. He turns, closing the curtains again; to make sure that the room looked perfect. Candles decorated every previously open surface. He didn't like the fact that they frequently had to meet in seedy motel rooms. It made him feel guilty, as if she was just some random hook-up not worthy of his time or good-enough to be seen with him in public, so he had wanted to surprise her. Make her feel loved and deserved, because she means the world to him. Unfortunately circumstances aren't ideal. He hears her walk up to the door and waits for her to walk in...but she doesn't immediately... it surprises him at first, but then he acknowledges the fact that she's a very cautious person when it comes to their relationship and their meetings. She probably just wants to make sure nobody is around. So he waits... five minutes go by and still she doesn't enter so he starts to get nervous. "What if she leaves... what if this is it... what if she changed her mind..." His body becomes tense as he's filled with fear. He quickly opens the door before she has the chance to leave or change her mind and he can see he surprised her.

"Caroline..." he whispers. "Love, I've missed you." He says to her and that's all it takes before she throws her body at him and her lips crash against his. He pulls her inside and slams the door closed. He pushes her against the door as he moves his mouth, placing sweet kisses down her neck. He feels her shivering as he kisses the hollow space beneath her ear before he slightly pulls back to see her face. God, she's beautiful. In all his life, he does not think that he had ever seen someone as beautiful as her. That he had ever really felt this way about another person. Tatia was only a distraction and Katherine a tease, a means to a wishful unmet end. Caroline was his light. The spark in the darkness that was his life. The human and kind side of his personality and boy, did she look amazing. Her blond hair slightly curled hanging somewhat over her face, now a bit disorganised because of his hands running through them in their passionate embrace. He lets his eyes slowly wander down her body. She is wearing a blue summer dress and a white cardigan that screams girly and that she has, slowly but surely, become known for. He grins knowing that he loves her like this...purely Caroline. She's his and no one else's.

He sees her hands go to remove her hair from her face and that's when he sees it. Reality hits him with a ton of bricks. She's not really his, is she? Despite what he feels and despite what she knows in her heart, she's engaged. She's going to belong to someone else soon. He feels the anger rising as he turns away from her and makes himself comfortable on the bed. She notices the shift in his mood immediately and instinctively knows she's the cause for it. How could she not be? She sighs staring at the ring on her left hand. Shit. She forgot to remove it again. She knew how he hated her wearing it when they were together, but more than that she knew how he hated this secret and wrong relationship they were having behind her fiancé's back. She wishes for the 1000th time that she wasn't engaged as she rips the ring from her finger and throws it in her bag. It wasn't that easy though. She couldn't just get unengaged despite the fact that she didn't love her fiancé. There were forces and things beyond her control keeping her stuck exactly where she was. Forces and things that she could never tell him. That would undoubtedly hurt him.

She stares as the beautiful man sitting on the bed now staring at his clasped hands. Her eyes run over his curly blonde hair down to his strong arms, encased in a green v-neck t-shirt. The muscles of his arms not overly big but clearly defined. A tattoo she could draw from memory on his shoulder, slightly peaking out from under his shirt. Her eyes continue their descent to jean clad legs she knows hides a butt and calves that would make any women die with lust. Finally she drags her eyes back up to his head where they connect with his baby blue eyes staring at her, a silent message contained within them. "Wow" she breathes silently. Every single time she looks at this man, her Klaus, she is slammed with just how beautiful he really was and every single time she wonders what he sees in her. Why he wants her of all the other single and beautiful girls out there.

Caroline stays rooted as she sees him stand, a conflicted look crossing his features as he makes his way to her. Her breathing becomes shallow as she feels the backs of the fingers she loves so much graze over her cheek, the warmth of his body seeping into hers. She looks up to his face filled with tenderness. "You are so damn beautiful" he whispers reverently and slightly disbelievingly. His eyes conveying the same message. She sucks in a shaky breath and just watches him. Lust, love and longing coursing through her veins. "I love you so much. I loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you." He continues, the tips of his fingers now grazing her lips, his eyes following the movement. She gets the distinct feeling that he's doing this to memorize her features. "If there was ever anyone on this earth I could pick to love, I would pick you every single time. No one else compares."

Tears pool in her eyes as she gets the feeling that somehow this is goodbye. With pain lacing her heart she lifts her hand to his face and palms his cheek, her thumb rubbing up and down. He sighs leaning into her hand, his hair slightly shifting with the movement. "I love you too" she quickly whispers, afraid that he isn't sure of her feelings or that he somehow forgot. Afraid that if she said it out loud she would shatter whatever this moment was. Afraid that if she didn't tell him she'd not get the chance to before the other show drops. A small smile crosses his features before his straighten again, steely resolve in his eyes as he takes the hand resting on his cheek into his.

"I know" he reassures her as his eyes shift to the wall behind her as if searching for some courage to do what he's about to. "We can't do this anymore. I… can't do this anymore love. It's not right and it's not enough anymore" obvious pain lacing his tone as his teary eyes fall back onto her face. She gasps, knowing that this was eventually going to happen. Knowing that it was true and knowing that she couldn't deny it any longer. Despite this knowledge pain slices through her as the other shoe drops and breaking her into little pieces. She lets her head fall and she nods unable to say anything. The tears she kept at bay now freely rolling down her cheeks. His hand wraps around her chin as he pulls her face back up to his. She watches trough blurry eyes as his lips descend onto hers. A last kiss. His lips mould over hers. His tongue desperately seeking hers. Slowly he shows her just how much he loves her and how much this is hurting him to do. He pulls back when air becomes necessary. "Don't cry love." He whispers wiping the tears with his thumbs, his lips following suit over her eyelids before finally giving her one last peck on the lips. All the time her eyes remaining closed. The air around her cools as he moves away, footsteps echoing on the ground. She knows he hates to see her cry so she tries to stay strong for him. When his footsteps stop she opens her eyes again. He's standing in the now open door frame, one hand holding the side of the door, his pain laden eyes running over her one last time. "Bye Caroline." Turning he walks out of the room, the heavy door slamming behind him and cutting off her vision of him.

For a moment she's silent, hoping the door will open again with him telling her he made a mistake, but that doesn't happen. In the silence that meets her, her short-held strength snaps. She crumbles to the floor, the word no running through her mind in a loop as uncontrollable sobs rip through her. The pain of losing him like nothing she's ever felt or experienced…like she was losing a part of herself. Like a part of her was dying inside. This is it she realizes. She's utterly alone now.

A/N: Please review and let me know what you think of the story and this chapter.