A/N: Originally posted on ao3 under the pen name youngjusticewriter.
Vacant eyes stare up at Caroline. Her friends don't need words to accuse her. Just their dead eyes and their bloody, torn faces.
She has to jump from the doorway so not to step on the corpse of her friends that had been left on her porch like a cat would do with mice.
"Are you going to run love?" There's a purr in the softly spoken words just like there's madness in his eyes that gleam from some morbid humor.
There so many words of hatred that could spill from her tongue but speaking is a hard thing to do as Caroline is breathing in the smell of desecrated corpses.
Caroline's heart is breaking, her stomach sick at the sight before her yet her gums ache at the smell of split blood. The hunger she feels for Bonnie and Jermey makes her dizzy. It makes her even further sick.
Caroline doesn't run though. Predators love to hunt, they feel a thrill whenever there is a chase.