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Caroline just couldn’t stop herself from crying. She couldn’t believe that she actually killed someone. Caroline Forbes might not be the nicest person in the world but she never saw herself as a killer either. She was just so hungry and after being around Matt all night, she couldn’t stop herself from feeding. It might have been easier if she had never smelled that the guy was bleeding. She would never know.
“He’s dead. I killed him. What’s wrong with me?” Caroline asked. She knew she shouldn't ask from a random guy but this guy didn’t seem to even flinch after seeing the dead body next to her.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, love. You’re a vampire. Embrace it,” The guy, with British accent told her.
“But I don’t want to be one. I just want to be normal again,” Caroline said, pulling at her hair on top of her head, with both of her hands. “But I can’t can I?”
“Who are you?” Caroline asked after realizing that the guy wasn’t going to answer to her.
“My name is Klaus,” he told her. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“I’m Caroline. Are you a vampire too, Klaus?”
“You could say that,” Klaus smirked.
“Can you help me? I don’t want to kill any more people,” Caroline started crying again.
“Why would I do that? You’re talking like you need to be fixed. You’re not broken. You’re just more than you were before,” Klaus told her as he looked straight to her eyes and caressed the side of her head.
“I am broken. I just killed someone!” She yelled. “Oh God. My mom is going to kill me. She’s the sheriff, you know?”
“You’re more than human now. You could always just kill her,” Klaus said.
“I’m not going to want to eat my own mom, will I?” Caroline asked, scared that she was going to hurt her.
“Not if you don’t want to,” Klaus sighted.
“Of course not,” Caroline said, seriously before adding sadly: “Well, sometimes I do. She cares more about work than she does about me.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“It is and now I’m a killer and I was killed by my own best friend,” Caroline told him before putting both of her hands to her own face. “And now I’m all alone.”
“You’re not alone,” Klaus told her, pulling her hands out of her face.
“I am. I can’t tell anyone in my life that I am a vampire, can I?” Caroline thought aloud. “Besides Elena will probably not like the fact that I’m not dead and I can’t see Damon Salvatore wanting me to be alive.”
“Salvatore? As in Stefan Salvatore’s brother?” Klaus asked, making Caroline turn to look at him.
“You know Stefan? He’s dating my friend. His brother wanted me dead already before I kicked his ass.”
“You kicked Damon’s ass?” Klaus couldn’t help but smirk at that.
“I was mad. The guy compelled and used me for months. After I was turned all the abuse came back to me. How I tried to run away from him but he compelled me to stay calm just so I would keep having sex with him.”
“And did kicking his ass satisfy you enough?” Klaus asked, doubting the fact.
“No. I wanted to kill him,” Caroline admitted.
“And why didn’t you?” he asked.
“Because--” Caroline started but didn’t really know how to answer that. Because of Elena who literally killed her? Because Stefan might come after her? So what? It’s not like she had a lot to live for. Her life would never be the same again. All because of Damon and Elena.
“Because...?”
“I don’t really know. I was going to say because of Elena but I don’t know if I really care after being killed by her. I can also remember her seeing the brutal bite marks he left on my body but did she do anything about it? Of course not.”
Caroline was bothered by something on her face and moved her hand on her face just for it to turn bloody.
“And now I’m blabbering to a random vampire. Classic Caroline,” She sighted.
“I’m not random vampire. You know my name.”
“But that’s all I know. You already know my name, that my mom is a sheriff, who killed me and even about my abusive ex-boyfriend,” Caroline said, hitting her face with her hand.
“Come with me and I will tell you all about myself,” Klaus smirked.
“Come with you—a complete stranger who apparently doesn’t care about dead bodies according to your reaction to the guys I killed—Oh my God I don’t even know his name. Am I the worst person ever?”
“The worst,” Klaus said, smirking. Caroline knew he was just joking, so she couldn’t help but let out a little smile.
“There it is,” Klaus smiled.
“Where what is?” Caroline asked, confused.
“Your smile. I was wondering how you would look like when you smile.”
“Thanks,” Caroline thanked him.
“For what?”
“For making me feel better even if only for a minute.”
“I’m glad you feel better, love but I really need to get going. I have somewhere to be. You should get rid of the body before someone sees it,” Klaus advised her.
Caroline didn’t know how long she sat there after Klaus left but before she knew it, she heard a familiar voice calling her name. It woke her up from staring at nothing and she jumped out of where she was sitting.
“Don’t come near me!” Caroline yelled at her childhood friend.
“Caroline--” Elena said with what Caroline used to call her nice, calm voice.
“Get away from me. You killed me.”
“No, no, Caroline, that wasn’t me.” Elena said, putting her hand to his heart. “You know that. It was Katherine.”
“You expect me to believe you suddenly have a death ringer! I’ve known you since we were kids. I think I’d know if you had a twin. And why would she do this to me!”
“Stefan, we gotta get her inside,” Elena told her boyfriend instead of trying to calm her friend or at least explain things better to her.
“Caroline, come with me,” Stefan told her, taking a hold of her hand.
“She will die. It’s only matter of time,” Stefan’s brother said, walking on the scene.
“No!” Caroline yelled at him. “You all stay away from me! “
Damon had a stake with him and tried to stake Caroline but was stopped when Elena ran in front of Caroline.
“Damon, she’s my friend,” Elena said and it looked like she was having a staring contest with Caroline’s abuser.
“Whatever happens it’s on you,” Damon said, moving both of his forefingers before walking away.
“Caroline?” Caroline’s other friend, Bonnie asked. The last thing Caroline wanted was for Bonnie to see her like this. She really should have cleaned up after Klaus left her.
“It’s okay. Come on,” Stefan said, trying to get Caroline come with him.
“No,” Bonnie said, in denial. She couldn’t believe that Caroline was her worst nightmare, a vampire. Bonnie only had wanted to save Caroline with Damon’s blood. She never wanted her to be turned to something evil.
“You’re not. You can’t. You can’t be,” she kept going until walking to the new vampire and taking a hold of her hand.
“Bonnie.” Caroline said but before she knew it, her friend was gone. Caroline was frozen in place as Bonnie ran away. Caroline couldn’t believe that her own friend was abandoning her when she needed her the most. How was she going to deal with being a vampire with no one she trusted on her side?
One of her best friends may or may not have killed her and the other one hated her.