So I was still on an angst roll when I got another prompt on tumblr from the angst list: "Oh fuck, oh FUCK."

This is basically the epitome of an angst plot, if you know what I'm saying; fair warning without stating it out right.

This is AH/AU, because that makes it hurt more ;)

Time slowed, everything coming much more slowly, more clearly.

Or at least that's how Caroline felt as she watched the truck swerve into their lane, headlights blinding her as they shone through the rain-drenched windshield, wipers moving at a frantic pace, as if they could wash away the inevitable collision as well as they could the rain.

It felt like eternity as she waited for the impact. The skid of tires was loud in her ears, louder than the pouring rain and the occasional crash of thunder, louder than the obnoxiously loud Bach Klaus had insisted on playing as he drove. But not quite as loud as the pounding of her own heart in her ears, the organ speeding up as her gaze moved from the blazing light reflecting off the rain drops on the windshield to the eyes of her fiance, his blue eyes locking with hers before the sound of crushing metal overwhelmed everything else.

Then the noises stopped and there was just black.

When she came to, her world was upside down.

The loudest noise now was the pounding inside her skull, the rest of her body throbbing just as painfully, if not as loud. Her eyes burned as she tried to focus, finding the ground in the wrong place, above her head instead of below. The car was upside down, she decided, the answer coming to her quickly, which was a good sign she supposed. Now she just needed to remedy that.

Her fingers were numb as she fumbled for her seat belt, carefully unbuckling it and lowering herself to the ground somewhat awkwardly and quite painfully, her left arm protesting greatly at the movement. The inside of the car was wet, as if someone had left the window open during a storm. The continued sound of the rain pouring down around her reminded her of the current weather, reminded her of part of the reason she was in an upside down car. The smell of gas and burning reminded her to move faster.

"Klaus?" she choked out, the word feeling like gravel in her throat.

Caroline looked to his seat, first down then up, finding it empty. A surge of adrenaline flowed through her as her mind processed what she was seeing. The drivers side was crumpled, metal crushed and torn, door gone. Rain flowed in through the broken windshield and the gaping hole in the side of the once pristine car.

No Bach played through the radio anymore.

She forced herself out of the car, clothes and skin catching on jagged metal and shards of glass, the ache in her head now a dull roar, melding with the sound of the sheets of rain now soaking her. Everything was dark, broken headlights dimmed, the moon invisible behind the storm clouds. But there was enough light to make out something in the road near the car.

A body.

The pain was nothing but background noise now as she scrambled across the pavement, one barefoot sliced open by a rather large piece of glass that was once part of a car window. It barely registered in her mind, however, the adrenaline dulling the pain, her eyes ignoring the flow of bright red.

Because her red was insignificant; nothing compared to the red in front of her, mixing with the rain as it flowed down towards her, now mixing with the blood from her foot. Her blood with his.

And there was far too much of his.

"Klaus!"

Her voice was clearer this time, but full of desperation and pleading. She stumbled to a stop before him, falling to her knees, ignoring the fresh wave of pain as her torn skin met the blacktop.

He didn't answer.

"Klaus please!" she cried, hot tears making her vision blur more than it already was as she shook him gently, her need to see that he was okay overriding her better judgement not to move him.

More red surrounded him. It was on his face, his chest, the ground all around. The rain was not falling fast enough to wash away the bright flow, even as the water poured down and caused her clothes to stick to her like a second skin, even as it washed a red river down her cheek from her own aching head wound. The blood just kept coming.

Her eyes were drawn to the bright red patch on his abdomen, the place most of the red seemed to originate. She pressed down, feeling the warmth flow out of him, between her fingers, coating them in seconds.

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK," she mumbled, unable to retain her usual calm head and to hell with censoring herself.

"Language… love…"

Her eyes shot up at the gasped words, lips curling into a desperate grin as she found herself looking into familiar eyes.

"Klaus! You're okay, it's okay, stay with me!" she rambled, eyes shining with tears and rain and blood and she didn't mind the combination as long as he was with her.

The grin he gave her was small and pained. "Caroline… I'm sorry…"

She frowned, the throbbing in her head growing louder as she tried to concentrate on his words. "What are you talking about? You're going to be okay!"

His eyes were sad; were they always such a dull blue? She remembered them being brighter.

"I love you, sweetheart… always… remember. I…"

"I love you too," she said, forcing a smile as she leaned closer, trying to hear as his words grew fainter. "Klaus?" she asked, her voice wavering as she inadvertently pressed harder against his wound, not noticing that the red ceased to flow onto her cold fingers.

The rain was louder than ever now.

But not as loud as the silence from Klaus.

I'm sorry I'm so evil! (Not really though.)

But I have two smut drabbles for you coming up next, so don't hate me too much!