Caroline stared at Kol in disbelief. It didn’t make sense. It just couldn’t make sense. She refused to let it make sense in her mind even as she tried to figure out why the hell he would have done such a thing. Oh sure, people probably said it was because he was evil, but no. He did things because he was hurting, because he wanted to hurt others before they could hurt him, to prevent anymore damage happening to him after all he had endured. She replayed Kol’s words in her head, trying to focus on them to pick out the important details aside from the fact that Stefan was dying and Rebekah was willing to give up her damn soul.
Stefan had touched Rebekah, no doubt offering comfort in that way Stefan Salvatore tried to do. Always wanting to help when he was his normal, non-Ripper self. She could only imagine what Klaus had thought of that, how he’d twist that comforting gesture around as a way that could hurt him, could take away Rebekah from him.
Sometimes it freaked Caroline out with how well she could understand how Klaus’ mind worked.
“Seriously??!”
She was going to...she wasn’t sure, but her tears were done, replaced by anger and annoyance and so many other emotions stirring inside of her. “Rebekah is not selling her freaking soul and Stefan is not going to die. It’s not allowed to happen. I won’t let it happen. Where the hell is your brother so I can smack some freaking sense into him? Because clearly he and I need to have a discussion on how we appropriately mourn when we lose someone. Like oh, I don’t know, don’t go threatening teenagers and biting your dead girlfriend’s best friend because her other best friend is in love with him and oh no heaven forbid someone else should get love because the person you loved is…”
She choked on her own words, tears threatening to start all over again. “He really does love me, doesn’t he? That crazy, psychotic Hybrid who needs to get his ass kicked.”
Caroline could feel herself losing it again, veins showing on her face and she shut her eyes, trying to remember to breathe like she’d learned from Stefan. In and out, slowly, ever so slowly trying to fight off the hunger that was trying to edge its way back in among the rest of her chaotic thoughts.