WHO: Caroline Forbes and Elphaba WHEN: After this WHERE: The forest nearest town (where Caroline sometimes hunts) WHAT: The vampire and the witch need someone to talk too, there will be confessions and probably tears and frustration STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBA
Caroline went a bit early to the forest, she wanted to clear her head before meeting Elphaba. Over and over in her mind she was going over what she'd say, and debating if the things she wanted to say she should even say. Would Elphaba understand why she had done what she had done? The way she felt almost all the time. Caroline had been so grateful that Elphaba had been there when she nearly lost it in the bitch witch's shop. But at the same time she was horrified. It had been all to easy for her to lost control like that, what if Elphaba hadn't been there to calm her down, or what if she simply hadn't calmed down. She could have killed someone, or worse.
She had liked killing the witches who hurt Bonnie. Not just because they had done that, but the actually killing. She had enjoyed it. She had enjoyed drinking their sweet warm blood, feeling their pulse, and then watching them sink lifeless to the floor. No matter what Elena or anyone else said, Caroline knew - she was a monster. Maybe it would be better if someone just staked her now, for everyone. She wanted to stay good, really she did. She didn't want to be a monster, but how did you stop that. How could she stay good, stay normal...human?
At least she had a feeling Elphaba would understand, even if just a little. Caroline had a feeling the two of them, her and Elphaba were almost fighting the same inward battle. Between good and evil, light and dark and what made someone that way.
Caroline paced slightly. She felt sick. Sure, there were perks to being a vampire. The stamina, that was amazing. And she'd admit the fact she could compulse people was amazing, she had many a pair of brand new shoes because of that. But everything else...by defintion wasn't she just a monster? That's what vampires were. Monsters. How could someone who fed on blood, not be a monster?
She almost wished Katherine had just killed her, or Damon had when he found her the first night. Things would be so much easier that way. Why, oh, why, hadn't she wished to be human again at Christmas? Why hadn't she wished all of this away. Caroline cursed under her breath. She had stayed a vampire to protect her friends, and a whole load of good it had done. Bonnie had still gotten kidnapped.
She was useless. She was useless as a human, and she was just as useless as a vampire.