She glared across the room at him, hating what he was saying to her. Despising that he was right. Tyler had used her. Everyone had, but at least for everyone else it had been for all of their survival. With Tyler it had been for revenge. And to free the hybrids, but couldn’t he have done that without Caroline’s involvement? With everything else happening in Mystic Falls, couldn’t there have been another way to distract Klaus from the fact they had been helping his pack break their bond?
“You don’t get to decide who is worthy of me.”
That was her decision and hers alone. And it was something she was still learning about because she was only eighteen and supposed to make countless relationship mistakes. Supposed to fall head over heels in love and have her heartbroken and move on and do the dance over and over again. Wasn’t that what she had learned as she grew up? Except, just like everything else she had learned about how her life was supposed to turn out, maybe that part was wrong now as well. There would be no settling down and raising a family in a house in Mystic Falls. No growing old and PTA meetings or bake sales for her anymore. That dream had died when she’d become a vampire and she’d nearly allowed the death of it to kill her all those months ago when she’d been bitten.
Laying in her bed, she had accepted her fate. Tired of being beaten down and abused and knowing her childhood dreams would never become reality, she’d been ready to let go. And then Klaus had strolled on in and she was so sure he’d come to gloat, to watch her die or speed her death along. Make her mother and Tyler suffer just a little bit more. But instead he’d rekindled that will to live, reawakened older dreams she had never thought she’d ever really get a chance to live out. Told her there was a whole world to see and she hadn’t wanted to die anymore. Hadn’t wanted to give into the darkness. She wanted to live and part of that was because of him.
Saving her life should have been the end of it, but it hadn’t been and countless meetings between them later, Caroline had been so convinced she wouldn’t fall for his seduction. She was too smart for that, having learned how easily that turned horrible from Damon. But love? How did she fight against that? Against someone who for all intents and purposes was supposed to be evil incarnate but when he looked at her...she was having the hardest time seeing the monster everyone else did now.
“You scare me,” she breathed out, locking her gaze with his own. “And not. Not what you’ve done. Not what you’re capable of doing. What you make me feel scares me.”
She’d loved Matt. She was in love with Tyler, but this, whatever it was she was feeling for Klaus...the intensity of it scared her to the bone. Not that her relationship with Tyler wasn’t intense. It was, but arguing with Tyler, being around Tyler, didn’t cause her to have to fight back the part of her she tried so hard to keep buried. That animalistic nature that she pushed down every day, fighting against the bloodlust, the passion that was being a vampire. She tried so hard to be perfect, to keep it down, to never give into what she so desperately wanted to do.
Which currently was to flash to the other side of the room, knock Klaus over with all of her might and send them and the chair he was sitting on spiraling to the ground before kissing him hard. Teeth, lips, and tongue and none of the sweetness from before. But that wasn't what she did.
She wasn't supposed to do that. So she was just going to sit in the chair and glower at him.