Carrie had been stalking Nathan for practically most of her adolescent life. She obviously knew he was a vampire but she didn’t care. She was infatuated with him ever since the 5th grade. Nathan was nothing but horrible to her. He basically bullied her but she told herself that guys are mean to girls they like.
She was the epitome of all things dark. From her jet black hair, her dark red lipstick, to her all black clothing, she was always obsessed with the vampire culture. Another reason her love for Nathan only grew.
When nobody was home, Carrie crept into his home he shared with Hope and Adam. Carrie hated that Nathan was living with Hope, cousin or not- she hated it. Even more so that Nathan was way too friendly with Logan but at the end of the day it was Nathan Salvatore and Nathan never settled for one girl. Wanting to add to her shrine, Carrie grabbed a new shirt out of Nathan’s closet, clutching it up to her chest while inhaling it’s scent. “Mmmm.” She purred. She was about to stuff it into her bag when she heard the door open. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” She hid into a corner just as Logan came into view. Maybe if she was quick enough, she could run out the door. So that’s what she did, or tried to do. Running out of the corner she sped out his bedroom door. Obviously she was spotted but maybe Logan didn’t see her face.