Caroline’s grip tightened on his hand for a moment after he said those words. She needed to pick a victim. And that’s when she shook her head, trying to clear that word from her mind. They weren’t a victim, they would not die. They would go on living their lives, no wiser to what had happened, and the thought of that twisted inside of her, unsettling in her stomach. Memories of when she’d been Damon’s meal flashed in her head and she shut her eyes, trying to blink away those thoughts, to now allow them to implant roots in her mind and twist her way of thinking.
Damon hadn’t cared what he did to her. She knew he had wanted to make her fearful, to hurt her because of his own issues. And that wasn’t who Caroline was; she wouldn’t make others hurt or fear her on purpose. The first person she had ever drank from was still walking around Mystic Falls, living her life and doing her job. Though it seemed the nurse’s sex life with her husband had definitely kicked up a notch because of that little compulsion to cover up the fact she’d been bitten.
Caroline could do this. She knew Klaus wouldn’t let her go too far if she got lost in the bloodlust. Maybe others would never trust him, but she did trust the Hybrid, especially when it came to her own safety. And he didn’t just care about her physical safety but her mental as well and killing someone when she fed would significantly hurt her, something Caroline knew Klaus wouldn’t let happen.
She gazed around the room, trying to find someone who was by themselves. She didn’t want the effort of luring anyone away from their friends. “Dark haired guy over at the bar. All the way back in the corner. He’s by himself and no one’s approached him since we came in and he looks like he’d like some company,” she told Klaus, looking back at him. “What do you think?”