A/N … Hello this is a new story inspired from a Turkish Dizi Siyah Beyaz Ask. I loved the concept of the Turkish Dizi. Also trigger warning for Toxicity and toxic love.

Chapter 1

Realization

Love, a love so potent, a drug that it consumes you. Shatters the last fibre of your devastated soul, one that saturates and empties you simultaneously. Fills the deepest crevices you never knew someone could reach, grabs you by the pulse that gives life and yet in a moment it takes away the breath that saved you. A pulsation, a fire and a pull that torches every nerve ending, every pore and every thought. A whirlwind, a chaos and yet it soothes.

Love that makes one helpless and hopeless and somehow becomes the source of the very hope you thought you never could have again. And never again could you feel like before. Frightened to return to the void that would grow and engulf if love were lost. She had thought she could escape and then everything would be alright. She could run away from him and she would feel joy, shedding the anger and resentment that she had so stubbornly held onto.

But was she delusional or just in denial.

He warned,"Run away, Caroline. Run. This is your chance. Run and never come back."

A loud sound gradually becoming low as she saw him fall. "Run." A whisper, perhaps a plea.

A moment ago so strong and tall and now at her knees, wounded and bruised. And so she ran. Somehow defying him yet again. Not away but to him.

She crouched down , his stormy blue gaze that used to bore daggers in her broken soul, shut. And she felt she was losing something so precious. Was she sick and twisted, just like he had taunted her?

His breath becoming slower with each second and his pulse weakening but she felt herself dying. His blood, just like hers red on her hands, stunned and terrified she pressed the wound with the scarf that had shielded her from the cold wind that slapped her cheeks, wanting to save her destroyer.

Years of training kicked in, the reflex took over she cajoled herself. A moment of insanity couldn't be counted as love. She hurriedly took out her phone and the tears that fell on the screen, called her a liar for denying what she felt.

Help was on the way. But she needed to see his eyes. "Klaus. Wake up." She bound his wound making sure to minimize the bleeding.

"Klaus. Please." She pled, her voice broke and tears kept leaking. His pulse weakening by each minute.

She turned him over, touching as if he would break. And what if he did? What if he did die? Wouldn't that be the solution to everything? Her hands shook even as she kept the pressure.

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Fog and light filtered through the clouds and he chased her. Laughing and smiling, she ran and he followed. A vision, a siren, in all white, her golden hair kissing her cheeks and she turned and beckoned him, called him. "Klaus." Her voice a lullaby, soothing.

He was entranced.

Captivated he caught her and something clicked. She fell in his arms just like dew on a petal, melting and soundless. "Klaus, please don't leave me." A plea he answered with his lips and then he opened his eyes.

Perhaps the dream stretched on and he saw her on her knees, her eyes filled with those damned tears he had begun hating so much. Needing her he reached his hand for hers and felt the life in hers.

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Her hands had not stopped trembling, like leaves in angry wind. Thoughts muddled and emotions tumultuous. "Scalpel." She called out and her assistant complied.

Her face hidden behind the green mask, her mind focused yet mixed with unwanted thoughts racing in the background, her hands gloved. Gradually and cautiously she took the bullets out. She could not lose him. Must not lose him.

The monitor beeping, an incessant noise, the sign of life that had become utterly essential to her. "We need more blood." The anesthetist called out and another assistant hung the bag.

Another bullet buried deep, she was fighting every minute. Fighting for his life, fighting her tears and fighting the onslaught of treacherous emotions.

The beeping growing louder. Pulse spiking, pressure falling. "How much more time?" They asked and she couldn't enunciate. Just shook her head. More blood and fluids were hung. Urgency mounting. "Caroline?" Anesthetist yelled. "He is coding."

"No he can not. Not like this." Her eyes furious and scared. She kept fighting until she won and he lost.

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The door clanged shut, a loud echoing sound. She shrugged off her scrubs and gloves. A splash on her face brought her out of the worrying thoughts that plagued her.

Silently she bathed, changed and left for her office. Quietly she locked the door. Her phone kept ringing, her brother was calling. She did not need anyone except…… No she did not need anyone.

A hand ran wearily over her face and tears soaked it. Water turned blood, his blood, her beloved's blood, a cruel reminder of the arrongantly shouted insults."You don't deserve to live. People like you shouldn't exist." She thought she witnessed guilt and then he abruptly turned away.

Her lips quivered she couldn't hide it anymore. She abhorred herself for the weakness he had instilled in her. Sobs raked her body and she gave in. Gave into the feeling that had bombarded her again and again and left her in pieces, Love.

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A soft knock had her regain the composure she had lost. "Yes?" Caroline called out.

A nurse poked her head ever so slightly in. "The patient is stable now. Should we shift him to the room?"

"Ah. Wait. Let me check on him. I'll be out in a minute." She nodded and left.

Relief washed over her and so did joy. But what was she joyous for, a lifetime of captivity. A man incapable of the love that endangered her very sanity and soul.

She gazed at herself in the mirror, a reflection of something broken pieced carelessly back together looked back at her. Something bleak and hopeless. A tragic fable of someone who had once loved life and now bound to something dark and dangerous.

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His family had arrived. A sister who despised her just as much as her brother.

"I don't hate you, Caroline. I merely tolerate you like the sound of crickets in the forest, a background noise meant to be tuned out to get to the prey." His hand encircled her throat gently.

His proximity had disturbed her. The heat from his body ran shivers under skin. His eyes never left hers. That smirk, that wolfish smirk dared her to defy him. She could smell him. His breath hot on her face.

The memory threatened her sangfroid. She collected her thoughts and bearings.

His mother, approached her and engulfed Caroline in her embrace. "Thank you for saving my son." Esther Mikaelson rarely expressed emotion. She wiped away her tears.

"He is getting better. I just checked up on him. He'll be awake soon."

"Fantastic. Then we do not need to stay here." Ansel, his uncle called out.

A man in his late fifties, with a face hardened with greed and malice. Eyes as treacherous at the words he uttered from his mouth. His word, an undefiable command.

Esther shuffled out before squeezing Caroline's arm once.

Rebekah followed with an uncharacteristically sympathetic and grateful glance at her.

He approached her," If you need anything and I mean anything. Because nothing should happen to Niklaus." A threat veiled under a sympathetic offer.

Caroline could merely nod. Too choked up with the realization that had left her in tatters, swept off by a storm that had left little else in it's wake.

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He had always been handsome. A temptatious presence, something so accessible and nevertheless distant. His eyes, passionate and defiant, storms and hidden secrets resting behind them shackling her to him in a warped and sadistic manner. His smile devilish, condescending as if always calling her out on her hypocrisies carelessly uttered from her mouth.

"You are a monster. You're evil. You can bind me all you want but I will always fight you. I will never surrender. And I will run away from you." She had yelled as he had walked away with the intent to leave her alone in his apartment.

He turned, something vulnerable had flickered for an instant in his eyes and then clouded by the indifference he always carried.

Impassive he approached her. "You're opinion of me is an inconsequential as your attempts to escape. Do not even fathom to fight me, Caroline." He took a stealthy step closer and had her back into a wall.

Fear mounted but she held her own. "Do you need me to remind you…." He reached into the closet above her head for a dagger, "Of the deal you made with me."

Moving slightly away he unsheathed the dagger and inspected the blade. "I do not make threats, Doctor. I act without warning. You are not to leave until I say so." Then he put the sheathed dagger behind his back under his jacket and left her seething and sobbing.

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His eyelids were stone heavy. He felt as if every bone in his body was breaking. The bandage on his shoulder much smaller than it had initially had been. He was healing, thanks to his Doctor who was defiantly yet again sleeping, sitting beside her.

Never really arguing just nursing him back to health, quietly and patiently. Not once she had threatened to leave him since he had been shot.

Something foreign surfaced within him. Something inconvenient that squeezed his heart each time he glanced at her. Her silky gold hair curtaining her wondrous face. She had always been a treat to look at but a unique possessiveness now spilled inside him. He tucked her hair behind her ears. She was magnificent. His resisted the urge to kiss her.

He had violated so much in life this was one thing he couldn't dare to do because he was afraid to hurt her. Yes he was enough intoxicated with the pain medication that he could agree that he was terrified to bring tears in those mesmerising eyes. Her lids fluttered open and she instantly sat up.

Her hand entwined with his and Caroline pulled away her hand. Regret and misery suffused them both. She put some distance between them on his King sized bed.

"Are you in pain?" Her voice had been a whisper, but echoed in the silence of night.

Formalities and forced pleasantries were all they had, had since his injury. A small smile crept on his face as he realized he wanted to see the passion of anger in her eyes, a better alternative to this strained inquiry. "No. You did not have to stay by my side."

He saw disappointment and dejection flit across her expressive and winsome face. She nodded and moved away intending to leave.

He grasped her hand. "Why didn't you leave?" He moved closer. It was unbearable, the distance that spanned between them. Something propelled him towards her.

Her eyes widened with surprise and something else. Sitting up he caressed her face. The contact sizzled like always. He was tempted.

Caroline's heartbeat erratic all of a sudden.

Klaus was holding her like a fragile flower. His hands cupped her cheeks and she felt herself leaning in.

The intensity in his eyes, shook her to her core. "I couldn't." Her words shook him to his. Those two words from her beautiful lips were his salvation.

He leaned in clamoring to take a taste. His thumb brushed her lower lip. Desire he recognized easily, both his and hers.

She touched her lips to his, fire erupted and encompassed them. He surrendered to the temptation she was. It burned him, as he quenched a thirst he didn't know he had. Caroline he mumbled, running kisses down her neck and on her face. It was as if he belonged, as if everything foul and nefarious about him fading. Nothing mattered except her. Caroline crumbled in his embrace.

Ironic how she had vowed she would never surrender and yet she did so completely and irrevocably. Each touch sizzled through her and she held down the words that wanted to spill much like the tears. He kissed them mumbling foolish forgetful promises of never hurting her again. They gave even as they took, each lost, a spell of desire leading them to the pinnacle.

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