Perhaps that was what always got her about Klaus. The fact that he could take life without so much as blinking an eye. He could kill someone's mother and not think of what it would cost her son; he would not consider how it would break Tyler. He acted, but with no regards or considerations to the actions afterwards. Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, Caroline was not like him at all. If she had to hurt someone, it bothered her. Even killing all those witches, but protecting Bonnie often ate away at her heart. They were all someone's family, friends, and lovers. In that moment, she had taken their lives into her hands and made the choice to end them; she decided that Bonnie's life was worth more than all of theirs combined. She knew what she was doing, deep down, somewhere inside, but her love and feelings for her friends outweighed her morality always. It was wrong, but Caroline couldn't stand by and watch her friends die...not if she could do something to stop it. Her soul be damned...and damned again. While the majority of her time spent as a vampire had changed her for the better, in ways that she would never take back, Caroline knew it opened her eyes to a world where good and evil were not so starkly black and white. Not anymore. Looking at Steve, those gentle blue eyes on hers, she had a feeling he understood that; it was why he was offering her his blood now and why he had given her a chance in the first place.
Caroline offered him a small smile. "Okay then. I have a feeling you are a man that keeps his promises," she replied quietly. Honestly, she had no idea about him...at all, but there was something trustworthy in his gaze, in the way he reached out to comfort her and Caroline couldn't ignore it. Steve had something very genuine about him and the blond vampire couldn't stop herself from trusting him, for liking him despite meeting him for the first time here, with blood on her lips, and under what some would consider the worst circumstances possible. Most actually. A tiny laugh slipped out even under the weight of such a situation with his mention of a cookie or juice in the future. Caroline was probably the one vampire in the world that might take him up on it. "I could so do that! Next time, cookies and juice and a lot less...woods," she added, the smile growing briefly larger on her lips. The fact that he mentioned a 'next time' didn't escape her though and she thought about quickly refusing, but he was joking. Like the juice and the cookie...right? He shifted his arm under her light touch and Caroline swallowed, hungry visible on her features as the sight of the little blue veins visible beneath his thin layer of skin.
She felt it; the feeling of her features contorting under the powerful, nearly overwhelming blood lust: skin cracking beneath her eyes, canines lengthening, and the inky blackness suddenly visible in her irises, once blue and light. Caroline wasn't ashamed of her vampirism or what it did to her features when the hunger came on, but she knew for some, it could be rather frightening and she offered him a brief glance. "It will be. I promise. Sorry about the whole "grr" thing-" she broke off quickly before she went off into another rambling mess that would delay the inevitable even further. Lowering her head, blond hair spilling over her shoulders in soft curls, Caroline put her lips to his skin, the feeling of the blood rushing against them nearly driving her insane, but she breathed, a trick Stefan taught her, and finally let her teeth sink into his flesh. Caroline's first thoughts, like always now, were for the other person and she hated the idea that she was causing him pain and discomfort, no matter how brief. It was short lived. The sensation of warm blood sliding over her tongue, dripping down her throat, made her forget everything else for the moment, but only a moment.