This is set in season 3 right after Lexi has tortured Stefan and then Bonnie sent all the ghosts back to the Other Side.

My senses were weak but I could still hear Elena talking to Caroline at the top of the stairs.

"Look can you just watch him tonight? I'll send Damon to check on him in the morning," Elena was saying.

"He's locked up, Elena. I don't see why I need to be here," Caroline protested.

"I just need this one thing from you Caroline! I'll see you tomorrow!" Elena whined before leaving. Without my humanity it was a lot easier to see the similarities between her and Katherine. I heard Caroline huff and then stomp down the stairs, finally coming into view. She was wearing dark jeans, black heeled boots, and a tight, black, and revealing t-shirt. She only dressed like that when she was mad at someone or about to kick someone's ass. And now I was going to be trapped in a cell with her all night. Great. She was scowling, but hardly looking at me, glaring around at the room as she leaned against the door frame. She seemed agitated.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, already annoyed with the night.

"You were off on a killing spree so you wouldn't know but I was tortured in this room like less than a week ago," Caroline said with a frown.

"Damon put you in here?" I guessed, surprised.

"My father," Caroline said drily. I raised my eyebrows at her. The only thing that I knew about Caroline's father was that he was gay and that he had left them and moved away from Mystic Falls.

"Why would your father torture you?" I asked her.

"Founding Families don't trust vampires, but since I was his daughter he thought that instead of killing me he would try to torture the vampire out of me," Caroline droned as she sat in the doorway, her knees bent and arms lazily draped over them. She was tense but trying to look relaxed, though that effort didn't seem to be for my benefit.

"Let me get this straight. Your gay father thought that he could undo what nature made you with behavioral modification? That's pretty ironic," I said, straining a little against my wrist constraints.

"Really, Stefan? That irony was lost on me when he was burning the flesh off my body," she quipped at me and I laughed.

"There she is! The blonde mean girl that you try so hard to hide nowadays," I spat but Caroline just rolled her eyes.

"Well if you're going to act like a bitch then so am I," she responded flashing me one of her killer smiles. I smirked. Caroline was a lot more fun than Elena with all her 'epic love' drama. "So I don't get it. When Damon had his humanity off you barely even tried to keep him away from everyone. What makes you so special that you get your own little cell and ghostly intervention?"

"I'm a ripper. Ripper's don't stop," I explained. "And if you'll remember I did lock Damon up."

"Oh, I remember. You drugged me, let him almost kill me, and then left me in the middle of a field. And then, you were stupid enough to believe that his compulsion wasn't powerful enough to bring me right back to let him out. You really need to work on this whole hero thing once your humanity is back on." I smiled at her though she wasn't looking at me. It seemed that to hold her end of our banter she only needed half her attention, as she was looking around the room and playing with the end of one of her curls. Her hair was down, seeming to move with every breath she took. It was mesmerizing and I found myself following it. After all, there wasn't much else to look at down here.

"Well, Caroline I think we both know that you like the bad guys better anyway. If you let me out I could take you up on your offer. We could go see the falls," I said suggestively thinking of the night of the first bonfire. Caroline smirked at me.

"You and me, Stefan? It's not gonna happen," she said sweetly and I chuckled.

"Oh Caroline don't be mean. I thought we were friends!"

"As of now, our friendship is hereby postponed. But don't worry, we can be friends when Elena decides to let you out of here. We can go get a drink, maybe share a brunette if you promise not to kill her," Caroline offered. I tried not to think of how alluring it would be to hunt with Caroline.

"Caroline, you haven't been listening. I'm a ripper and ripper's don't stop. Besides, I sort of have a thing for blondes," I smirked and she rolled her eyes before flipping her curls over her shoulder and standing to walk around the cell. She gave me a once over and wrinkled her nose. It was pretty adorable but just grated on my already strung-out nerves. Caroline, for some reason, did not agree with the ripper. I didn't know if it was she was so emotional that I automatically shied away from her or because she can get a reaction without looking for one. Elena was always watching me like a hawk, waiting to see me slip up and feel something for her. Caroline just went about our conversation, not expecting much from me and accepting what she got. It was…unnerving.

"So I have a question about the whole ripper thing. If you're a ripper, and rippers don't stop then how come Elena isn't dead?" she asked innocently. Again, she hardly seemed to watch for my reaction.

"Because Klaus still has use for her and I have to do everything he says," I said, annoyed with this line of questioning.

"Yeah but the only reason Klaus even compelled you is because your 'love'" she put this in air quotes with her long fingers, "is stronger than your ripper tendencies." I narrowed my eyes at her skeptical tone.

"You don't think so?"

"If I believed in that kind of love, sweetheart, I would not be dating Tyler Lockwood. And he would definitely not be sired to Klaus. Nope, I think that the restraint is all you. I think you could control it whenever you wanted to you just have to want it bad enough," Caroline finished and regained her seat in the doorway.

"You're more of a control freak than I originally thought," I said, dismissing her opinion. "But not everyone is as uptight as you are Caroline."

"You taught me everything I know, Stefan," she reminded me. "But it's just a theory. Maybe Elena's right and the universe really does revolve around her." We sat in silence for a couple minutes.

"Did I hear you say that you're dating Tyler Lockwood now?" I asked.

"Again, if you weren't leaving a trail of bodies down the eastern seaboard you would know all this gossip already," Caroline said, checking her perfect nails.

"Well that's just ridiculous. I mean Matt I sort of understood, All American goody-two shoes and he made you forget that you weren't normal for a little while. But Tyler Lockwood? Even as a human you were way out of his league and now he's a werewolf, he's Klaus' puppy dog," I complained. Caroline sent me a glare.

"Shut up," she said, apparently done with our battle of wits. I watched her as she nervously eyed the chain to raise the window covering and almost felt a pang of pity that her dad had tortured her. Not to mention Elena making her stay down here with me within a week of her traumatic experience. But then again Caroline was a lot more tough than we all thought she was. I thought of the first time she was tortured by the werewolves. I had been so angry that they were hurting her. But afterwards all she had cut me out, stayed strong, and put on her Miss Mystic face the next day. I glanced back at her sexy outfit, dark eye makeup, and brooding stare.

"Not girly little Caroline anymore," I murmured. She flicked her gaze to mine.

"And you're not exactly star-crossed Stefan." Caroline leaned her head back and closed her eyes but she was still anxious. She eventually fell asleep and I watched as her hair puffed away from her face with every breath. Come morning, Damon would be here to torture me some more and provoke some emotional reactions. But for now, I was okay with being down here with the first blonde I'd been happy to see in days.