WHO: Caroline Forbes (+ Smurfette the dog) and OTA WHEN: December 4 | 1:33 pm WHERE: A park WHAT: Playing with Smurfette STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBA
Caroline already missed New York. The city had been so much better than she originally thought it would be, and it was made even better by the fact Kurt and Bonnie had been there. She had loved everything about it, the shows, the shopping, the people, everything. In all honesty she didn't know why she came back. They could go anywhere in the world - so why stay in Kansas? What was so great about Kansas?
Still, Caroline felt she had a lot to make up for. While a lot of people were moving on from the little trip they had had to the future - she wasn't, not so much. She still had nightmares about it, and had nearly lost it when she saw a person she had killed while there. At least she was more determined now not to be a monster, not to become what she had. Maybe she should start getting more involved with the complex types, do some good. Make up for all the lives she took - all the people she now thought about drinking from.
The worst of it though is she knew she liked it. A part of her, a tiny little part she wished she could rip out. That part had enjoyed the killing and the human blood and watching the light go out of people's eyes. She had been the powerful one, she was the one in control, and it had felt good.
She shook her head, trying not to think about it. She didn't want to think about it, she was terrified she'd snap and start killing people again. She didn't want to talk to Damon or Bonnie about it, she didn't want to see the looks on their faces. There was always Ruby, or hell she could even go and offer herself up to one of the hero types and politely ask to be staked. There had to be someone in the city who would get what she was going through, someone to talk to, who wouldn't pass judgment on her (even though she felt like she deserved it).
Smurfette suddenly started to yap, as if to tell Caroline to stop brooding. Caroline looked down at the dog by her feet. Smurfette was an amazing dog, she didn't need a leash, she listened to whatever Caroline told her (without compulsion, not that Caroline would compulse a dog!), and had amazing taste in people.
"Okay, okay," Caroline smiled. She stopped walking and pulled a throw toy out of her Coach bag (from New York, of course). "Let's do what we came here to do, huh?"
Smurfette yapped excitedly.
"Go fetch!" Caroline said and threw the toy, her smile widening as she watched her dog tear after it.