caroline forbes

[wakeupstiles]

"What--no?? Caroline, our parents have the same job, alright. If I'm calling your mom a liar, what does that say about my dad? All I'm saying is, I get they don't want to freak out the general public so they're gonna come up with logical answers that sound normal, but, as a member of the general public, I know that a mountain lion doesn't exactly run around biting people on the neck and sucking out the blood. I mean look at what happened to Vicki Donovan." Stiles put his hands on his hips and glanced around. Wasn't she, like, missing now? "What? Come on--your mom hasn't been acting weird lately? Not more stressed out than usual? Cause I know my dad sure as hell is." His dad had a lot of small tells, but Stiles always knew when work was rougher than usual because bottles started appearing in the trash. He thought he was slick, throwing them in the bin on the side of the house, but Stiles saw him doing it a while back when he was like fifteen and has checked behind him ever since. His dad thinks he's oblivious, but Stiles counts them.

[sftblud]

"well, how do i know you wouldn't call your dad a liar? i'd absolutely call my mom out if i thought she was one. i just won't allow anyone else to." hypocrisy be damned. so long as liz forbes remained her mother, which seemed like a pretty lifelong gig to caroline, she would be first in line to defend her actions to others. and then, of course, secretly call her on her shit as soon as they were alone. it didn't matter if their relationship wasn't always the closest, liz had always stuck by her. the least she could do was return the favor.

the mere mention of vicki's name starts a shiver through caroline's body. she couldn't help but picture their classmate's decomposed body, and she had to fight the bile rising in her throat. "i don't want to talk about vicki." it's stated with a complete tonal shift, fight gone out of her and arms moving to hug her torso in a form of self comfort. she wished she'd never gone out that night. never been caught in that storm. never found vicki. caroline didn't think she'd ever get the images out of her head. "i don't want to talk about any of this anymore."

[herowitch]

lips transform into a smile of relief when she realizes it's only caroline. "i don't know, can you try basking in my beauteousness outside of the creepy shadows?" drawn in by her friend's hesitation, bonnie slips closer to her nonetheless, indulgent. "what's with you? did you start drinking already?"

[sftblud]

"god! why is it so fucking bright? how many lights does a carnival actually need?" she could hear her heart beating in time to the pounding in her head, hands raising to hold it. wait. no. her hands drop as a harsh realization hit her and her blue eyes flick up to her friend. it wasn't her own heart beat she was hearing. it was bonnie's. what? that didn't even make any sense. how? "i feel like i've been drugged," she muttered, more to herself than the other. at least a bad trip would explain everything crazy she was seeing and feeling and hearing and everything.

[sftblud]

[sftblud]

@melancholiias

coming to the carnival had been a bad idea. why had she ever listened to elena? especially after she'd drugged her smothered her with a pillow? like seriously, what the fuck was that? and why the hell had she called herself katherine? the thoughts played on a loop in her head, an unwelcome backtrack to the throbbing migraine the too bright carnival lights were causing. and then there was the hunger. thirst? it was somewhere in the middle, and unlike any she'd felt before. it was like she hadn't eaten a bite in months, her throat beginning to feel like sandpaper with the need for something. no, not something. she needed blood. a thought that had caroline cringing in on herself. god, had she really bitten that poor nurse at the hospital? and how had she made her do exactly as she'd said? that part at least seemed kind of cool.

the metallic scent tinging the air had her head snapping in the direction of the parking lot. someone was hurt. someone was bleeding. god, she was hungry. so fucking hungry. it felt like all she took was two steps, maybe three, and she was standing before one of the carnival workers. he was cute, sure, but it was the cut on his hand that held caroline's attention. there's a murmured apology from the blonde, and a questioned response from the guy that goes in one ear and out the other. but she can't hear him. she can't hear anything except the blood rushing through his veins. the blood she so desperately craved. "don't scream."

she didn't know when she'd dropped his hand from her mouth. didn't even remember the moment she'd first made contact. all she knew was that her lips were on his neck, fangs driven deep into the vein as she drank from him. there were no words to describe the feeling of feeding. the closest would probably be ecstasy. like finally scratching the world's worst itch after suffering it for like a week without success. she should stop. she knew she should stop. needed to stop. and yet caroline continued to drink. to take her fill and more from the slowly fading man beneath her. it was only when she felt him go limp that she pulled away. there was a soft thump as the body fell back onto the truck bed. the body. because that's all he was now. not a living, breathing person, but a very dead body.

"no." it should have been impossible to convey such horror in such a small, simple word. just two letters, and it held every last bit of the pain, regret, shame, panic, and everything else caroline felt as she looked over the man she'd just killed. the man she'd just killed. she had killed someone. "what have i done?" but she already knew. she, caroline forbes, the cheerleading captain, miss mystic falls, daughter of the mystic falls police chief, was now a murderer. a monster.

dropping to her knees beside the body, she gently reached out to close his eyes. whether it was because it was what she'd always seen people do in movies or simply to stop that vacant stare from boring into her she couldn't say. perhaps both. a low sob escapes the young woman, harsh enough to shake her entire frame before she can stifle any further with a hand to her mouth. she should call her mom. try to explain everything to her as best she could. that elena had told her to go to the carnival before drugging and suffocating her, that she'd called herself katherine, that caroline had been starving and needed blood because of the drugs, and that she'd then accidentally killed someone. yeah. no. no, no, no! even to caroline that all sounded far too insane to believe, and she'd just lived it! why was this happening to her?

and then, as if the universe still had more laughing at her to do, caroline realized she was no longer alone. slowly, she raised her head, swiping the back of her hand across her blood covered chin in an attempt to hide what she'd done. "elena." her eyes narrowed, her tears growing from fear to angry. "why? what did i ever do to you? i thought you were my friend."

[wakeupstiles]

"No, no--I mean I'm sure it's totally normal to have a bunch of bodies mysteriously turning up drained of blood. Happens all the time in other towns, you know, animals just...do that, they bite people and....suck the blood out..." he hardly get the words out with a straight face. "I'm just saying, it's weird. I don't know any mountain lions personally, but I've never heard of one leaving the body afterwords. The point is kind of to eat it."

[sftblud]

"are you calling my mom a liar?" caroline may not have always been her mom’s biggest fan, but she certainly wasn’t about to allow anyone aside from herself to slander the police chief. her hands were planted fully on her hips, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. she didn't even care that the situation seemed shady, she knew it was. she simply didn't like his tone.

[herowitch]

like a fun new party trick, she knows there's something off in the room before they even reveal themselves. it's a tickle in her senses, a disembodied whisper in the back of her mind that she isn't truly alone. "—are you going to lurk all day, or do you want to talk?"

[sftblud]

"wow, bon. lurk? seriously? talk about an unnecessarily ominous word." there's a roll of her eyes as caroline spoke, stepping further into the carnival lights. a step too far it seemed, as she found herself squinting slightly against the brightness and moved back a couple paces. "can i not just want to bask in the beauteousness that is my best friend?"