Caroline saw the world, she visited Tokyo, France, Rome, and forgot. She forgot about her life in Mystic Falls and she never stopped running. She was always running but their was only death in her wake. She ripped out throats and told herself she'd be okay. That she was not a Ripper. That's what she told herself when she picked up the newspaper to see, 'RIPPER ON LOOSE' written in large bold print.
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"You've turned ripper and neglected to tell me, love? What happened to the sunshine, love? I would have loved to see that, where are you?"
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Caroline walked through the cold dark streets of Rome, her heels hitting the sidewalk with intent. She told herself she was happy but she felt anything but. She wanted her home back but she didn't want to ever leave. She didn't want to go. She didn't want them to look at her and know things had gone horribly wrong since she'd been away.
"Are you all right, love?"
She flashes away when she recognizes the voice.
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She re-enters her hotel room in Paris to see him sitting on her bed. She's wearing blood as lipstick and her soft peach dress is drenched with the blood of two brothers. She thinks about running again, but for the first time in 200 years, she stays still.
"Quite a look for you, love."
Caroline walks over to her wardrobe, taking out a soft white number. Stripping down, not caring that he's in the room, and she changes. She turns around, "Better?" She asks.
"Still not you."
She sits down next to him on her bed, silent.
"Has anyone ever told you that's it dangerous for someone to be alone for too long, love?"
Caroline takes his hand in hers, "I think I've heard that somewhere."
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She writhes beneath the sheets, appropiately colored red. She forgets again and he reminds her. His lips grazing against her skin, leaving hot kisses everywhere he nears, he reminds her of what should have been. He reminds her they have eternity to work on it. Her nails scratch at his back impatiently and she tries to forget but he always brings her back to earth.
She takes his bottom lip between her teeth and she can feel his desire seeping through his bones. She bucks beneath him as he slips her panties aside, his fingers delicately playing with her clit. She cries out and she can't understand why she was running for so long.
One of his fingers enters her clit and she cries out, his name, almost as if it were a promise. He quiets her with a soft touch of his lips, his stubble gliding across her jaw, causing her hips to buck even more, impatiently. He gives her what she wants and she sees the sun for the first time since she started running.
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She wakes up to cold sheets and tickets to New Orleans, with a note in Klaus's handwriting, It's your turn to catch me, love.
Caroline leans back against the sheets and doesn't try to forget today.
She doesn't run.
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"You're getting close, love."
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