Preview: Seven Deadly Sins

Summary: What if Elena and Caroline unwillingly traded places.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but plot!

The last thing I could remember was Elena, worrying about my bite marks that undoubtedly came from Damon. After that everything else was a blur of figures and blobs.

My head pounded so roughly it was hard concentrating on anything else, not that there was much to concentrate on with my eyes possibly surgically shut. It was a struggle to open my eyes and a whine escaped my lips as the brightness that had before been blocked out now entered my dilated pupils. "What the f—" I started only to be quieted by a short barely noticeable laugh. I had to freeze to make sure I had heard right and I had.

Damon's dark brown/black hair appeared before me his never faltering smirk in place.

What a jackass!

"What are you doing here?" I croaked out my throat dry and it almost hurt to do the simple act of speaking. "Well after that fall you had at the Founders Party I couldn't just let you on the ground, so I brought you here."

It amazed me that I hadn't noticed the dark wood walls and the dark blue in a very large and spacious room. I had never been here before and it scared me being here alone with my ex-psychotic boyfriend who thought of me as a shallow worthless idiot.

I hated that the words still hurt me and caused a painful pang to pull at my pride. "Where am . . . I . . . take me home!" I responded straighten up in the sitting position ignoring the painful sting and throbbing from my refusing stiff muscles and head.

"No can do" he simply responded leaving the room with not even a bye Blondie or the infuriating smirk I had come to hate. Bastard!

I stood from the now rumpled bed and went to the nearest window. Outside the sun was bright and it stung my still unfocused eyes but all the pain was gone when I remembered who I was with.

Me, Caroline Forbes was with Damon Salvatore, in an unknown place. The guy who had not even a day ago tried to kill me and I was looking at scenery? What the fuck was wrong with me! RUN YOU IDIOT!

And that's what I did.

I ignored everything inside me and opened the door only to be faced with a dilemma. The hallway was long and dark and it was impossible to tell which way lead to downstairs and to the nearest door and being the optimists I am I hoped for the best and ran like hell.

It seems my optimism hadn't been such a big help when I turned the corner only to find a very large window and a dead end. It was either climb down or be killed, and I wasn't a big fan of funerals, especially my own. Swallowing my fear I pulled the stuck latch on the window until my hands bled but finally I was able to open the window which seemed to have never been opened and I sat on its ledge trying to figure out the best way down.

But as I heard foot steps coming towards me I forgot all patience and I jumped from the second story window only to land of muddy watery grass. The pure-white nightgown I wore was completely soaked and I didn't even want to see how my blonde hair was tainted by the disgusting waste.

Damn, he's paying for my next hair salon appointment! That is if I have one. And with that morbid thought I stood up and ran ignoring Damon's frustrated yells and curses.

"Stefan should be back in an hour" he hollered as if hoping that would stop my running, but why would the younger Salvatore in any way stop him from coming after me.

"ELENA!" he screamed and I froze my expression a mixture of confusion and skepticism. Did I just hear wrong?

"He went to check on Blondie!" he responded when he saw my frozen state.

"Your crazy, I'm right here" I responded and with that I ran away faster then I ever thought I could.

At Caroline's House

A horrible pounding went through my head and before I could remember anything I remembered Caroline, one of my best friends being hurt. I immediately opened my eyes only to meet brooding green eyes, Stefan. How relived I was to see him!

"How's—"

"Fine" he responded taking the weight off my shoulder.

"I'm so glad" I responded taking him in my arms and softly crashing my lips down on his but it felt wrong. He was stiff, frozen and it wasawkward.

"What are you doing?" he asked with disbelief in his eyes.

"Kissing my boyfriend" I responded taking his hand warmly in mine only to have him pull his away and stand ten feet away from me.

"Caroline I'm—"

"Caroline? I'm not Caroline" I responded noticing that I wasn't in my room or at the boarding house; I was in Caroline's room where Care, Bonnie and I had had so many sleepovers.

Quickly ignoring the questioning look he sent my way I ran towards the large floor length mirror that only Caroline could have. I expected my guess to be wrong, I really hoped it was! It was impossible!

I pulled at the blonde hair flowing in tresses from my head wishing it was fake but only pain came.

"I'm not Caroline!" I responded meeting Stefan's eyes with horror.

Back at the Boarding House

I could hear Damon's fast foot steps right behind me as I ran and if I didn't stop running soon I'd not only lose the ten pounds I wanted but I'd possibly die of a heart attack.

It was hard running in a dark forest being chased by a psycho boyfriend with twigs and underground stabbing into your bear feet, trust me.

I wasn't even 50 feet from the unknown place when Damon tripping me causing me to fall making everything go black.

So what do you guys think? It's only a preview n I'm not sure if I should continue it and if I do it'll have to be after I finish my other stories. Leave me a review and tell me if I should continue it!

Mary