His Love

Chapter 16

(Sucide warning/trigger)

Tara's POV
I woke up to find Klaus's arms wrapped tightly around me. My mind was a whirlwind, haunted by the knowledge that Damon was dead. Klaus stirred and got up, pulling on a black sweater and matching jeans. Without a word, he opened the door to let the doctor in.

Today, my cast was coming off.

The doctor's words felt distant as he spoke to me, guiding me through basic movements to test my leg. I followed his instructions numbly, walking a few steps as he requested.

When the doctor finally left, Klaus led me down to the courtyard for breakfast. But as soon as I saw Marcel standing there, laughing and talking with Rebekah, my body froze.

He was smiling—laughing—as if he hadn't killed Damon.

A sharp ringing filled my ears, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably. Klaus noticed and reached out to grab my hand, but before he could touch me, he was blasted backward by an invisible force.

"YOU KILLED HIM!" I screamed.

The words that spilled from my mouth were ones I didn't understand, a language unfamiliar to me. Everyone around me dropped to the ground, clutching their heads in agony.

I turned my focus to Marcel, rage consuming me. "YOU WILL PAY!" I shouted.

My hand rose instinctively, and Marcel was thrown against the wall, his body pinned there by an unseen force. I didn't stop. My power pressed him harder and harder into the wall, the concrete cracking under the pressure.

Then suddenly, I was ripped out of the air and hurled into the opposite wall. Pain exploded through my body as I hit the ground. Darkness enveloped me before I could process what had happened.

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Klaus's POV
I watched helplessly as Tara's body shook violently. The entire courtyard trembled in response, and the pain she inflicted was unbearable. My head felt like it was splitting apart, the blood vessels bursting and healing repeatedly.

I tried to reach her, to stop her, but she was untouchable. Her focus was locked on Marcel, and her power slammed him into the wall with terrifying force.

Then Freya appeared, muttering an incantation that flung Tara into the opposite wall, stopping her rampage.

The moment the pain ceased, I blurred over to Tara, cradling her unconscious body.

"What the BLOODY HELL, Freya? You couldn't just knock her out without throwing her into a wall? She's BLEEDING from her head!" I shouted.

Freya crossed her arms, unfazed by my outburst. "She was about to kill Marcel, Klaus. You said she didn't have powers—clearly, you were wrong. Judging by the damage she just caused, her abilities have awakened, and she's quite powerful."

"I don't care about that right now! I can't have her going out of control again. Do something to stop her from using her powers!"

Freya sighed. "I have cursed shackles that can suppress a witch's magic. Once I put them on her, she won't be able to use her powers—or remove the shackles herself."

"GO GET THEM. NOW," I demanded, my voice sharp.

I carried Tara upstairs and laid her gently on the bed. The doctor came to check her over and confirmed she had a concussion, but he assured me she just needed rest.

Hours passed, and I stayed by her side, unwilling to leave her alone. Finally, her eyes fluttered open.

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Tara's POV
I woke to see Klaus sitting beside me, his expression tense.

"You blacked out after Freya threw you into the wall," he said. "And I know you've figured it out—Damon is dead. You thought you could hurt me and my family, but that ends now. From this point forward, you won't be able to use your powers."

His words stung, but I kept my face blank.

"I need to see Freya. Stay here," Klaus ordered as he stood up.

"Can I take a bath? I feel disgusting," I said, my voice devoid of emotion.

"Go ahead," he said curtly, glancing at the bathroom door before leaving the room.

I waited until he was gone before heading into the bathroom. I filled the large tub with warm water, the sound of rushing water a faint comfort. My mind kept replaying Damon's face—his smile, our conversations, the way he kissed me.

Then came the darker images—wolves that had died because of me, and Klaus, always lurking like a shadow.

Tears fell into the water, distorting my reflection. Despite having magic, I felt powerless, trapped under Klaus's control.

I slipped into the tub, letting the warmth envelop me. Slowly, I laid back, allowing my body to sink beneath the surface. The water rushed into my nose and mouth, and I let it. My heartbeat slowed, my body feeling heavy, until everything faded away.

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Freya's POV
I walked into Klaus and Tara's room, but the silence immediately set off alarm bells. I didn't hear the shower running.

I rushed into the bathroom and froze when I saw Tara fully submerged in the tub, her eyes closed.

"TARA!" I yelled, dropping the cursed shackles I had brought with me.

I ran to her, pulling her out of the water and onto the floor. Her skin was pale, her lips turning blue. Panic surged through me as I began CPR, pressing my hands over her chest.

"KLAUS!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the house.

In a flash, Klaus appeared beside me, his face stricken with fear.

"She's not breathing, Freya! HELP HER!" he shouted, his voice breaking.

I glared at him, my hands moving steadily over Tara's chest. "This isn't going to work if you keep screaming at me, Klaus!"

I abandoned CPR and began an incantation. Placing my hand over her throat, I forced the water out of her lungs.

Tara suddenly gasped, her body jerking upright as she coughed violently. Klaus pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"You're alright, love. You're going to be okay," he whispered, his voice trembling with relief. He stroked her hair gently, his face buried against her as he held her like she might slip away again.

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