"He was your first love. I intend to be your last."
His words replayed over and over in Caroline's head. Klaus Mikaelson, the former villain of Mystic Falls. He was referring to Caroline's current boyfriend, Tyler Lockwood, who, until last night, had not been allowed to return to Mystic Falls. Caroline had wanted nothing more than to be able to be with Tyler, whenever she wanted, wherever she wanted, but now she didn't know what- or who- she wanted. She had loved Tyler, but Klaus had made his way under her skin and she couldn't shake him. He was evil, a murderer, and Caroline knew she shouldn't have feelings for him, but it was like she was under some spell. She knew everyone would hate her, or think she was crazy, so she decided it would be best to ignore any type of affection she had for him, and just be happy with Tyler.
She felt a strong vibration under her head, and reached under her pillow until she felt the cold, smooth surface of her cell phone under finger tips. She checked to find a text from Tyler himself.
Hey, babe.
She used to get butterflies when Tyler would call her babe. Now, nothing.
Hey, Ty. I was just thinking about you
Oh, rly? he replied. What abt me? ;)
Caroline had always hated "text lingo". She liked people to spell out their words.
Just about how much I love you she lied, and about how you get to come home (:
Cnt wait, love u 2
She stared at her phone, her thumbs hovering over the touchscreen keyboard, but laid down her phone, not texting back.
Tyler told her he would be back later this afternoon. He said he had something he needed to take care of, but that's all he told her. Nothing about what it was or where he was going. It was a little suspicious, but she wasn't worried about it too much.
Caroline yawned groggily and began her morning routine. She went to the hallway bathroom, putting her hair in a loose ponytail as she walked. As she walked into the room, she looked up and gasped in horror. Written on her mirror, in something that looked suspiciously like blood, were the words "Hello, Caroline." Stuck to the mirror was a painting.
It was a painting of her. An absolutely gruesome painting that made her toes curl.
In the painting, she was laying naked across her bed , her eyes staring straight forward. Her body was mangled and there were deep gashes up and down both of her arms, blood still pouring from them. There was a wooden stake sticking out of her back. She was dead, her face frozen in terror.
It looked so real.
Caroline screamed.
A/N: New story! I'm really excited about this one.
Believe me, I tried to make this chapter longer, but I couldn't think of anything to add. I guess my chapters won't be very long, but my stories could go on forever.
R&R please (: