elena gilbert. (lightthatburns) wrote in badbloodrp, @ 2013-11-23 09:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | caroline forbes, elena gilbert |
Characters: Caroline and Elena (started in a google document and will be continued in comments.)
Setting: Hotel
Summary: Talking
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing
With the last of her cash, Elena bought Caroline and herself two bottles of wine and a box of way too expensive chocolate. Why the sad girl remedies? The two weren’t really celebrating; they were mourning. Stefan was dead and Elena had a sneaky suspicion her relationship with his older brother wouldn’t be too far behind in that respect. Damon hadn’t seen her once since she arrived in New Orleans and he hadn’t actually made contact with her till sometime afterwards. Even then, it was through Katherine and a rather brief message on the network, labeling her method of dealing with things as some comedic television show and basically a failure compared to drowning yourself in all the booze the bayou had to offer. It hurt to think, in the time of his most desperate need, he preferred the company of the woman that broke his heart rather than his current and actual girlfriend. She was grateful that Katherine had been there to stop him from committing suicide, but everything else bothered her. The fact that he didn’t even want to talk to her was a knife to the gut. Had she been wrong to assume her relationship was something more than sex and a good time? Was she foolish to think Damon wanted her with him at all? Of course, she’d chide herself then. Damon loved her; he was just reeling and spiraling from the death of his brother. If she just gave him space and a chance to grieve his way, everything would be okay. She reminded herself that everyone handled grief and loss differently and she’d flipped the switch when Jeremy had died last year. He wouldn’t be this way forever. When he was ready, he’d reach out to her and they could talk. Yes, it was what she hoped for, but not what she fully and truly believed. Not deep down. But Katherine had been right about one thing: forcing yourself on him wasn’t going to make things better faster. Space, time, and she guessed a lot of drinking would. Any other thoughts, mostly involving Katherine, were pushed far away and to the back of her mind.
Sighing heavily, Elena plopped down on her bed and took up her phone. She’d sent a quick message to Caroline earlier. Hopefully, her friend still felt up to coming. The blond was dealing with the loss of Stefan too or this version of him. Elena wasn’t too sure how she felt. She was sad, but at the same time, she’d seen him maybe a day ago and he was alive. Maybe it hurt less because she believed, at least, there was a version of Stefan left in the world and it wasn’t just the Silas one. They didn’t know that though. They were here in this parallel universe or whatever; a universe she’d been in before apparently, but couldn’t remember. How did that happen? She was the same person and she swore she’d been home the entire time, but Caroline was convinced otherwise and she doubted her friend would lie to her about something like that. If she had been though, Elena wished more than anything she could remember, but it just wasn’t there. The memory for her didn’t exist. Part of her wondered if maybe her mind had been wiped clean when she’d been pulled away from here, but with the lack of witches capable of using magic, she figured she probably wouldn’t know for a good long time anyway.
The vampire reached for one of the unopened bottles of wine, fingers moved to undo the top wrapping, but changed her mind and put it back. She’d wait for Caroline. As much as Damon might like to get swamped by himself, Elena never really liked drinking alone. Instead, she put the message in for two wine glasses to be brought up to her hotel room and flopped back on the bed. Her hands dug under the pillow and she pulled out her diary or the newest version. Her other one was still back home, but just changing locations didn’t mean Elena wanted to change her habits…at least not about writing. It was her passion, but it also kept her connected to her mom and Elena never wanted to change that. It helped keep her human, too and she coveted her humanity very much despite how easily she gave it up before. Opening the cover, she picked up her pen from the nightstand and started to scribble her thoughts down. The pages were already heavily coated with ink and her ponderings since arriving. After everything, how could they not be? Elena would write till Caroline came.
Caroline was grieving, there was no denying that. She hadn’t only lost Stefan, but Bonnie had been killed as well. She wanted revenge on Marcel so badly that she could taste it. But Klaus was right, it would be unwise to go after him. Klaus had a plan, and all Caroline had to do was bide her time and trust him. And that seemed a lot easier now than it once had. She was staying with him now, the house was big enough and she hadn’t wanted to be at the hotel anymore. She wasn’t sure how long she’d actually be staying there but it was a good place to be for now. Sometimes it could be a little awkward, but it was better than being in her hotel room, which just felt lonely and cold without Bonnie there. She didn’t know if they’d ever get back to Mystic Falls, but she had to hope they would.
She’d been more than a little down lately, even considering some crazy actions. Klaus and Elena had made her come to her senses, somewhat. She wondered what they would think if they’d known they had that in common. She doubted Elena would want to admit having anything in common with Klaus. Not that Caroline planned on bringing any of that up. She had a lot of reasons to be sad, and upset, but Elena was back and that was a bit of a reason to be happy. It was a small glimmer of hope, anyway. And she had Klaus. She wasn’t sure what was going on there, but there seemed to be...something. It was hard to be stuck here, away from Tyler, but not as hard as it should have been. Caroline felt like her hybrid boyfriend had made his choice when he decided not to come home to her, even after Klaus had given him permission. That hurt more than she’d ever reveal.
She was going to the hotel to keep Elena company. She didn’t really want to be there anymore, but Elena would not have been comfortable in Klaus’s home. Caroline knew that. And Elena needed comfort far more than Caroline did. Or maybe not, but Caroline would play it off that way. She didn’t really know what was going on between Damon and Elena, but she was sure she would find out. And she’d be there to support her friend. She still wasn’t sure Elena wouldn’t just disappear again, but she couldn’t live her life here worrying about that all the time. They were stuck for now, but maybe not forever. And forever was a very long time for the vampires. Or it could be. It should have been a long time for Stefan, and now he was gone. Two of Caroline’s best friends were just...gone. She made good time on getting to the hotel, and she knocked on the door, waiting for Elena to answer. Caroline was really going to try and do her best to make sure this was not about her. It would be about Elena, and what she needed. After all, she was probably still really confused about all of this, while Caroline had been in New Orleans for over a month.
Elena’s tentative hearing picked up on the other vampire’s footsteps before the knock came at her door. Closing her diary, she tucked the pen in between the pages and slipped it under one of the overly plush pillows. It wasn’t nearly as nice nor as comfortable as Damon’s bed back home, but considering how poor she technically was right now, she didn’t plan on complaining either. Quickly she pushed herself off the bed and crossed the small threshold to the door. A fast glance in the peephole and she clicked the lock off, tugged open the door, and immediately pulled the other vampire into her arms for a solid, powerful hug. If Care hadn’t been a vampire, it just might have bruised and hurt a little. “I’m so glad to see you…” she trailed off. Though this world was much different from the one she’d been pulled from, some things never changed and friendship was definitely one of them. Caroline was still one of her best friends; different universes be damned. It was the same with Damon. She still loved him even if he was different from the one she’d been yanked away from. He still mattered to her and more than anything she still wanted to help anyway she could. Of course, it didn’t look like Damon was going to be letting her do that anytime soon.
Reluctantly, Elena pulled back and released Caroline from her killer grip. Considering all the pain she was currently experiencing, Caroline didn’t look worse for wear, at least, not physically. The brunette was sure her mind was an avid, horrible mess at the moment. To lose Bonnie and Stefan at the same time? Elena couldn’t imagine what kind of hurt that was and she’d experienced a lot. Especially when you were all alone here pretty much. It had to be devastating and Elena intended fully to offer as much support as she could. No doubt Klaus had been stepping in to offer comfort, but it didn’t surprise her. He cared for Caroline even if most people, including the blond herself, kind of despised him most of the time. He had a softer side that he really only let Caroline see. “So, I need to get a job because I just blew the last of my cash on wine and chocolate,” she admitted with a rather guilty expression on her face. “But I think we deserve a little girl time and wine. Lots of wine.” Slipping her arm around the other woman’s shoulders, she urged her inside and nudged the door closed behind her with a stocking foot. “And I so didn’t want to start without you,” she smiled, picking up the nearest bottle and unscrewed the top without even unwrapping the flimsy paper from around it first. Vampire strength was pretty sweet, just saying.
Nabbing a glass from the table, she poured a good portion and held the finished product out to her best friend. “Here. Let me know how you like it. I went middle road. Not expensive, but not poor-” she broke off, concentration shifting to her own wine glass and contents from the bottle she was currently filling it up with. The smell alcohol filled the room and Elena twisted the cap back into place, putting it down not far from either of them for, you know, easy access. Lifting the glass to her lips, the teenager took a sip. “Mm. Not bad,” another sip and she grabbed for one of the candy boxes behind her on the bed somewhere. “And I might have bought like three boxes of these because well it’s not like we can get fat and I think we both need chocolate right now.” Elena definitely did. Coming into a place, finding out Bonnie and Stefan were both dead, and Damon was drinking himself as close to death as possible (he was dead already) with Katherine possibly by his side was a lot to take in all at once. With everything, Caroline had to be in the same place: just down. They were in the middle of what seemed like a war, too. Witches and vampires. While she hadn’t seen real clear sides yet, she had a feeling she’d have to pick one eventually. Sadly, she had a feeling she’d be picking Klaus’s side. Marcel killed Bonnie and was killing witches for using magic. It was horrible. His other rule, not killing your own kind, was just as bad. What if they were trying to kill you? Or someone you loved? Elena didn’t see Stefan killing someone another person loved, at least not with the state he was in, but she could see him defending himself. Then again, maybe she would never know what really happened here.
Taking a seat on the bed, Elena folded her legs Indian-style and patted the empty spot in front of her. “Wine. Chocolate. Let the bitching and tears commence.” She leaned in and playfully tapped Caroline’s glass with her own. “So, how are you doing?”
“I’m glad to see you too.” Caroline told Elena, with a warm smile. She’d hugged her perhaps a little too tight, but neither of them were human, so it was okay. Caroline had really missed Elena when she had left here the first time. She had spent days looking for her, and agonizing over what might have happened to her friend. In fact, until her reappearance, Caroline hadn’t even been certain if Elena was still alive. Or whatever, since they were vampires and all. She thought she might have gotten killed somehow, or maybe she’d been kidnapped. Klaus had done his best to reassure Caroline that Elena was likely fine, she just wasn’t here anymore. And now Elena was back, it was okay that she didn’t remember being here before. Caroline could deal with that, because at least she had one of her best friends here. Neither of them had to go through the losses of their friends alone. And now they could try and get one another through it.
It appeared Elena was already off to a good start with that, having procured some wine and chocolates for them to share. Caroline wasn’t sure she felt much like drinking, which wasn’t like her at all. She’d said some pretty foolish and crazy things to Klaus when she’d been drunk before, and none of that needed repeating. She wasn’t trying to pretend that nothing was wrong, but she was trying to show that she was doing alright. She was handling it. She wasn’t completely broken, though both of the deaths had been devastating. She could hardly believe that it was even true. She’d just talked to Bonnie before the day before she died. Truth be told, she didn’t know what Stefan had been up to. Her attempts at locating him had been completely unsuccessful. Still, to hear of his death was a huge blow to her psyche. At least in Mystic Falls, they had the option to leave, should they have chosen to. But here they were absolutely stuck, at least for now.
Her blue eyes glanced over the items of comfort that Elena had chosen, not bad choices. And of course the other girl had waited for her arrival to get started. It felt right that they should be dealing with this together. She hadn’t touched the wine Elena had poured for her, just yet. She was still debating. She wanted to be strong for Elena, not turn into a big blubbery mess. Elena had been much closer to Stefan than Caroline ever was, and in an entirely different way. They’d been in love. So Elena needed comfort and support much more than the blonde vampire did at the moment. And what kind of lousy friend would Caroline be if she didn’t provide it? She didn’t want to be that kind of friend. And helping Elena would help her, she was sure of that much, at least.
She sat down on the bed, curling her legs up under her. She pondered for a moment how to answer Elena’s question, while taking a sip of the wine. It would have been impolite not to drink at all. Caroline was glad it was wine and not champagne, because that was her thing with Klaus. And she was very confused about that whole situation right now. She didn’t need any reminders of it, really. So wine was much better. And the chocolate was definitely tempting. Although, avoiding Elena’s question entirely seemed to have an appeal of its own. She couldn’t do that, though. And it wasn’t like Elena didn’t know she was grieving. It was silly to avoid it, she just had to choose the right words. “It sucks, but I’m dealing.” Classic Caroline Forbes.
Dealing. It was really all they could do wasn’t it? Elena had arrived entirely too late for her to preempt any of it. The most she could hope for was to be able to help everyone who’d experienced the mess head on the best she could and maybe help prevent more damage from occurring. It seemed an impossible task though. This town was a town obviously and bitterly divided. She doubted her merely showing up would somehow magically change all that. Besides, the war or fight or whatever involved her species: vampires. For once, it wasn’t about something like doppelganger blood or finding the cure for vampirism. It was mere differences that divided this place. Magic and blood. It was funny how the two frequently depended on each other for survival and now? Now, they wanted to outdo one another and dominate the other. Co-dependency did not have a place in Marcel’s city. Speaking of Marcel, She wasn’t too thrilled with the vampire currently running the show, but she had a feeling she wasn’t the only one. Caroline mentioned Klaus feeling the same way and she had no doubt at all that his family might actually side with him on this. If that was the case, from what she gathered so far it seemed to be, they stood a chance then of changing the city’s stripes and maybe keeping more witches and vampires from dying in the process. No, it wouldn’t be so easy. Death and sadness was bound to rip through New Orleans frequently before all of this was said and done. Would they survive? It was a toss up. They’d definitely dealt with worse, but then again she’d always had Bonnie there and Stefan. Now both were dead and those left were stumbling aimlessly around in the dark without them.
“I know that. I get the dealing part. Really well. But, I think we both do,” she replied with a half smile. Since her parents passed, Elena hadn’t lived a normal, average life and neither had anyone involved in hers. No matter how she tried to keep them out of it, her brother included, they were pulled in by everyone else who didn’t give a crap about breaking lives, hearts, and taking names. Katherine, one of those people, had been the one to change Caroline and thus, bringing her into the entire mash up. Damon wanted to kill her best friend when she’d lost control and killed someone, but Elena stopped him. It took Bonnie awhile to get over Caroline’s sudden transition into a vampire, something at the time that she felt less than stellar towards, but she’d come around. Elena, being Elena, had never changed. She’d been close with vampires for a good few months before than and while she was heartbroken Caroline would be living with the avid blood lust for the rest of her existence, Caroline was still and would always be Caroline, her friend and sometimes, rival. More so, they had a friendship now. Caroline’s jealousy of Elena seemed to have subsided, thankfully, and the two didn’t compete (Elena never really had) against each other anymore. And Stefan? Stefan became Caroline’s friend, a close friend, and if Caroline had to lose two people, Bonnie and Stefan were definite blows. They were to Elena too. She’d loved Stefan at one point and Bonnie had always been her best friend and confidant. To arrive and find out they were dead? More than devastating...and they were both murdered on top of it. Their deaths could have been stopped and prevented. It bothered Elena that she hadn’t been able to try for one or the other. Fate was twisted sometimes.
She took a sip of wine and then another before reaching for a piece of chocolate. She pulled it from the fancy wrapping and popped it into her mouth. Instantly, a look of satisfaction filled her features and she nodded. “Not bad. I got a cherry,” she quickly raised a hand, slightly embarrassed talking with her mouth full, and hid the contents from view...hopefully Caroline hadn’t gotten too much of that view. “Here, even though I can’t get fat you’re making me feel like it. Eat some, please…” she pushed the open box towards her best friend. “Outside of clothes, shoes, diamonds, and I guess for us blood bags, chocolate is a girl’s best friend, right?” Had it only been a few weeks ago they were celebrating being fully functional vampires at college? Considering everything that had happened at home and then coming here, it was becoming harder and harder to imagine they ever thought they could have a semi-normal existence. Elena definitely knew, being here, they weren’t going to have it now. If anything, they would be recruited to one side or the other and as much as Elena hated Klaus, she was leaning towards him if he meant to defend witches and kick Marcel out. Unless something significantly changed, Elena couldn’t see her having any change of heart towards the older vampire-he knew Klaus; he had to be older. He might have killed Stefan’s killer, but he’d killed Bonnie too and who knows? He might have even had something to do with Stefan’s death.
“So...Damon didn’t want to talk to me, so he had Katherine do it. Apparently, she saved his life like the true hero we all know she is,” Elena said sarcastically and added an eyeroll in for good measure. “I got mad. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to help and he’d rather have her?” She shook her head and downed her entire glass of wine and reached for the bottle to pour herself another. “But I’ll let him have space, drink himself as close to death as possible, and then I guess try to help-” She broke off in favor of another sip from her glass. “I guess our relationship isn’t...like that. But I thought we leaned on each other for support through bad times. He’d just rather drink alone and wallow in depression.”