Same old story, I don't own the characters, simply the writing. The story is..kind of mine? I got the idea from fadingtales on Tumblr. I'll post the link to her gif set at the end. Enjoy the story, review if you'd like. It's a bit of a short first chapter, but oh well.
The blonde smiled at the boy in the club, her smoky gray-blue eyes looking even darker than normal in the poorly lit building. He wandered over and offered to buy her a drink. She pursed her lips coyly and shook her head and gestured for him to follow her outside. Her hips swayed slightly, and she knew her short silver skirt made her legs look very tan and miles long. She could feel the stare of his dark brown eyes on her back as she led him around the corner and down the alley. She pressed her lips to his, backing him to the wall. He seemed...surprised by her forwardness, and that was all for the better. She kissed down his jaw and to his neck, where she paused, listening to his pulse beat quickly, knowing his blood was pumping. The veins under her eyes appeared and she knew her eyes were red by the look on his face.
"Don't scream," she whispered, her voice like liquid silk. Her best friend used to tell her she could charm a snake with nothing but her words. The boy obeyed, though he still looked terrified which made a grin appear on her face. She opened her mouth wide, fangs elongating, and bit his neck, letting the blood flow into her mouth from the tears she created. She made a noise of happiness, realizing the kid was B positive, her favorite. She drank and drank, knowing she would kill him, but not caring enough to stop. She had turned her humanity off five years ago, when Klaus tried to cure Elena to get more hybrids. When the cure failed, he killed her, Tyler, Hayley, Matt, April, the Salvatores...Everyone Elena-and Caroline-cared about. Or so he told her. He couldn't bring himself to kill her, because he "fancied" her.
She was too distraught to follow up on his claims, and instead pretending to grieve with Klaus, traveling with him to Venice and Paris. She undaggered Rebekah, who helped her kill him. Rebekah went her own way after, but she and the girl currently killing a defenseless college frat boy had a new understanding of each other. She was jolted back to the present, realizing that the boy was getting weaker, and she could feel it. She sighed, feeling the blood beginning to subdue her hunger. Suddenly, she was ripped off the kid.
"Caroline, stop this. I don't want to have to hurt you." She hissed, the feral noise of a threatened cat, and dropped into a defensive crouch. In front of her stood Stefan Salvatore, her best friend. At least, he used to be. He watched her, a sad but determined look in his eyes.
"Care, you've been leaving a trail of bodies. Hunters know there's a.." he paused, not wanting to say it. "They're following you, Caroline." he finished, looking at her, a scared concern in his eyes. She didn't answer. She couldn't. He interrupted her feeding, and she wasn't exactly happy to see him.
"Please, Caroline. I know you're still there. Please don't make me have to use other methods to get to you." Caroline heard the despair in his voice. She didn't register it, though. She straightened and saw him visibly relax, but she lunged for the college boy again. He restrained her, holding an arm behind her back to the point she cried out in pain. He reached up and twisted her neck, snapping it. She fell limp against him, and he looked at her sadly. He leaned her against the wall, going to the compelled boy.
"You'll go to sleep and wake up in four hours thinking you just drank a bit too much. None of this happened." He said, his pupils contracting as Stefan compelled him once more. The boy's lids drooped, threatening sleep. Stefan quickly bit his wrist and gave the kid some of his blood to speed the healing process on his bite wound. With luck, it'd be gone by the time he woke up.
After, he picked Caroline up in his arms bridal style and flashed to the mansion he knew would be in the hills. Hayley told him that one of her buddies used to live there and that he had a basement with vervain, wolf's bane, and a cell he used to use during full moons. He chained her up, rubbing vervain on the bars so that, even if she should escape the chains, she wouldn't be able to touch the door of her cell to escape. He looked at her sadly through them, hearing a quiet groan and saw her head roll to one side.
"It's for your own good, Caroline. You were always there for me, and now it's my turn to be here for you." Stefan said quietly, pulling a wooden chair outside the cell up and sitting down. He would have a lot of waiting to do.
Tada! Chapter two should be up a bit later.
The gifset: post/35260353268/steroline-au-role-reversal-caroline-is-the