A/N: I've been planning to write this story for a while and now I finally had time to start it. It's dark and it will only get darker. In future chapters it will probably break your hearts and tear them apart. Sorry for that.

Summary: ''In order to save life of her fiancé Caroline decides to sell her soul to devil with a help of two very powerful witches. They warn her that there will be consequences but she ignores them. After a while it turns out that they were right and for Caroline nothing is the same ever since. She's being haunted by demons that reflect all of her fears and desires. One of them is Klaus. Soon he offers her something that would help her get her soul back. She becomes a part of his bloody ritual and realises that because of her decisions she may lose something more than just a soul - her heart, which slowly starts to belong to her darkest demon".

Rated M because of the future chapters.

I hope you'll enjoy reading this story just as much as I enjoy writing it.

prologue

"And when the time comes along
And the lights run out
I know when the light will burn out
When they blow me out."

She's been running for so long that she had completely lost her perception of time. Every bone in her body was hurting, even though she wasn't feeling anything. She was just struggling through the woods, pulling her lover's body behind her on her last legs. She was screaming. The scream had been lasting for so long that she wasn't even sure if it was still real. Maybe it was just an echo inside her head. She thought she would never stop screaming.

Her heart was beating very fast and loud. Its noise was drowning the fading groans of her wounded companion. He was dying, dying, dying. And she could only keep running ahead although she perfectly knew that each minute of this run only made him suffer more.

"You need to run. You need to let me die," he had told her with his voice soft and quiet less than few seconds ago. Seconds, minutes, hours… Caroline wasn't sure about that and she wasn't even able to think about it. She was just yelling for help. Yelling and yelling until this word lost all its meaning. Until she didn't even know what does it mean any more.

Finally she managed to run out of the woods. On her last legs she got to the door of a small cottage, placed right at the boundary of the forest. There was this rumor spreading all around Mystic Falls. The story about a witch living in this poor cabin. Reportedly she knew the dark magic and she had an ability to heal with her touch only. Reportedly she could raise the dead.

Caroline was knocking on the door so hardly that she left bloody traces on them. She didn't knew whose was this blood though. She was yelling and hitting the gloomy gates until the owner of the scary hut showed up at them.

"To hell with you, why did you come here?" The witch screeched in greeting when Caroline elbowed her way next to her and lied her companion's body on her room's floor.

"You need to help him, witch! Help him, help him, help him!" The girl was wailing. She was dirty and covered in blood. The run tore to pieces the skirt of her expensive dress. Her blonde curls were all glued together with some dirty-red slime. Both her and her boy's dead body wore the odor of death.

"Stop yelling, for the gods' sake!" The old witch snapped at Caroline as she closed the door carefully. The girl's wailing got a little more quiet. It turned into a silent, stifled sobbing. Witch bended above Caroline's lover's corpse and touched his forehead. She closed her eyes doing this and she let a quiet whisper out of her throat. It was some Latin prayer. Then she opened her eyes a little and looked at Caroline with horror.

"He is dead," she wheezed. The pupils of her eyes were wide which only made poor Care more frightened. She gritted her teeth though and hissed:

"Then do whatever it takes to raise him from dead."

With a wild passion burning in her eyes she dug her nails into the witch's arms and she shook her.

"Do whatever it does take!"

But the woman only shook her head in answer.

"It is a sin against the gods and the nature to bring people back from death. His soul has already known the peace we cannot ruin."

Caroline burst into tears. Through the tears she managed to whisper:

"I would do anything. Anything. I would kill my friends, I would burn down this world…" she groaned, stroking her lover's cheek. All of sudden she rose her head wildly and looked at the witch with madness. "I would sell my soul to the devil."

The woman backed off and rose from the floor. She started walking around the room anxiously and then she threw in:

"What you want to do is evil and cursed with madness."

Irrational smile danced across Caroline's lips.

"But possible, isn't it? It is possible."

The girl was trembling, filled with hope.

"You will bring us all misery!"

"I do not care." Caroline claimed firmly, raising from the ground and taking her eyes off the witch to her daughter, standing in the corner of the room since a while. "You and your daughter shall do whatever I ask you to… or else I would give you up to my father and you shall burn at the stake."

The witch looked at her with horror and she referred to her daughter:

"Bonnie, the child of mine, bring me The Book of Shadows."

Caroline watched the old witch open the book and look for a right spell. Her daughter was lighting the candles. There was so much of them, their flames made the room look as if it was burning. She could feel thrills spinning down her body as she thought what was she about to do.

She wasn't scared though. No, it wasn't the right word. She was rather excited. And that was truly alarming.

Bonnie gave Caroline her wet head-scarf so she could clean her face but the insane blonde just put it on her lover's forehead as if she wanted to protect him from fever. But his body wasn't even warm. It was cold and dead, in a few hours it would start rotting and turning pale, almost greenish. Caroline wasn't aware of that. She wasn't thinking this way. For her it wasn't a dead body, it was her little darling. It was Tyler. She didn't care that all that used to make him her lover was already gone and dead. She didn't care that the light of his eyes went out. As long as she could stroke his lips and feel his cold skin under her fingertips, she could also see that light under her eyelids. And she was holding on to that, touching his face and removing the blood from it carefully.

"We are ready," Bonnie said, as she looked at Caroline and she reached out her hand to help the girl raise.

"Are you sure it is what you want?" The old witch asked. Bonnie started to spill the salt all over the floor, until it formed one big pentagram. Caroline couldn't take her eyes off it, as if she was hypnotized.

"I am sure."

"There shall be consequences. The lack of your soul shall bring out of hiding all of your demons. Jealousy, pride… Regret, betrayal. And the one you should be scared of the most. The demon of your darkest desires and all your lust." The woman wheezed. She was pale and her hands were trembling. But Caroline only smirked.

"You cannot scare me, you old woman. Just cast the spell and let me out of your stinking little house. With or without my soul. I could not care less about it."

Bonnie snuffled.

"She is lost and damaged, mother. We must not help her!"

Then Caroline's horrible laughter filled the room.

"If you do not, you will die. It is that simple."

"We need to do this, Bonnie. As soon as they find out those two are dead, they will find us. And then burn us!" The old witch was almost crying. Bonnie shook her head in disbelief.

"Fine then. Are you ready?" She asked Caroline.

"Oh, darling. A lot more than ready."

The sounds getting out of the witches' throats were horrible. Caroline did know Latin but she couldn't recognize the words. With each one of them, though, she could feel the fire burning her insides more and more painfully. At first it was just a heat. Then it turned into fire. And as it did, she couldn't keep herself from screaming any more.

Screaming was good. And brought her power. She close her eyes and let it fill her body, her heart and her mind. Her soul trembled and faded and she could literally feel it leaving her body. The candles' flames grew up as if they were about to reach the heavens. But they did not, because before they managed to do it, Caroline's soul was already dead. And it was gone.

She fell down and hit the ground. The darkness surrounded her and froze her insides. For the first time she was truly scared. She was trying to get up but she couldn't. Someone was pushing her to the floor, she couldn't catch her breath. Her lungs were hurting so much that she would've cried if she knew how.

Then she felt someone stroking her cheeks, playing with her hair. She heard someone laughing. And just when she thought she was already in hell, she recognized that one touch somewhere on her wounded skin. A touch better than all the touches she's ever felt. And as she focused on it, the laughter went quiet and the pain stopped.

"You are mine now," A voice said. Caroline never heard more beautiful sound. She wanted to catch it, hold on to it and last in the darkness, engrossed in this voice until the end of time. But as she reached out her hand, the light broke her eyes. She blinked and look up.

There was Tyler, kneeled right in front of her. He was warm. He was alive. And he was scared.

"Caroline? Caroline, what happened?"

She looked round the house but the witches were gone. The place was empty and she wondered how did they manage to leave in

such a short time, in a second.

"Caroline?"

She shook her head and bit her lip. She snuggled her head into Tyler's chest and laughed hysterically.

"Nothing. Nothing happened." She whispered into his blood-stained shirt. He drowned his fingers in her dirty curls and his lips touched fleetingly her forehead. They were safe, they were safe, they were safe. She saved them.

And then Caroline felt a strange coldness on the back of her neck. Someone was touching her. And it definitely wasn't Tyler's warm touch.

"You are mine now." She heard once again. She let the tears stream down her cheeks as she realized that maybe Tyler was safe but she wasn't at all. And she wasn't his any more. She belonged to that voice.

But she couldn't just push her lover away just then. She was holding on to him, part of her was praying to the gods to let her stay in his arms forever. And the other one wanted to run away because she knew there was nothing left for her any more.

She was shattered. And bound by hell.

A/N: Any thoughts? Please, feel free to share them. Should I continue this or not?

Love,

Sara.