It was another of those days when he got a call from his sister asking him to pick her up and telling him next to nothing despite his several questions. He knew what this was – she had gotten into completely unnecessary trouble and he now had to go and clean up after her. It had been something he was doing for so many years that even though he told her off every time in an attempt to make her more responsible, he was sort of.. used to it. Used to how she could be. It didn’t make him angry like it used to years ago. It seemed, he had come to terms with the fact that this is how she is and he had learnt to be sort of okay with it. His only worry was if she would put herself in danger and end up getting hurt. She maybe an immortal vampire but she still had weaknesses. And if he simply let her do as she pleased, it wouldn’t end well for her.
His car stopped and within seconds she had gotten in the passenger side and he began to drive again. Despite her words, he was silent for a couple of minutes. Glancing her way, he sighed when he saw the mess she was and the clothes she was wearing – not that vampires got cold but he still couldn’t help but stretch back and grab his jacket which lay in the back seat and hand it to her with one hand still clutching the steering wheel. “So, from what I understand, if you did give your right details, you would be charged?” he asked finally, glancing at her again before his eyes went back to the road. “Do you want to cause more trouble by giving wrong information to the police? What are you thinking, Caro?”
While Carolina was one hundred percent expecting a lecture, she also knew that she deserved it. At times she too wondered how on earth it was possible to attract this level of trouble, or create the messes that she did. As a child she had been scared that she was cursed somehow, dabbling in religious beliefs and heavily influenced by some of her mothers relatives at court. At some other point she had deduced that her looks and attitude drew in a particular type of person, almost exclusively those who were up to no good, or were just as drawn to trouble as she herself was, amplifying what was already there. Of course she knew she had lots of flaws. A love of having loads of good and fun times, a lack of control, the urge to impress and fit in with strangers, yet a rebellious streak which had her stubbornly doing the opposite of what she was told or advised to do. All in all it was a bad combination of a lot of things.. and she had tried to change, tried to be better, walk a straight line, be more mature and responsible. But the longest she had made it was about a week, possibly two at the most with tons of good, and only good, influence around her. Clearly she should prioritize that in roommates and flirtations or friends.
Once in the car, it was not the knowledge of the talking to she was about to receive that did Carolina in. No it was always the guilt and god the looks, and that all too familiar sigh. Just as she had perfected being the sibling that needed saving, Nate had long since perfected the disapproving big brother look and sound. You’d think after 500 years he would have had enough. Told her to sail her own leaking boat and leave him out of it.. but he never did. He was always there for her. Carolina knew she hardly deserved him but she was all too grateful that he never gave up on her or turned his back on her regardless of what she had done. “Yes..” she quietly, and not without shame, replied. “But thats.. I didn’t want to be in any police database. Not now when the supernatural is no secret anymore.. can you even imagine what a supernatural prison looks like?” She pointed out, fairly sure she would be in one now if the police had been up to speed since the 1500s.