When her Dad left the family for another man Caroline's school councilor sent her to see the school therapist. The old man had an ugly bow tie and a thick, gray mustache that he was constantly touching during the hour. Caroline spent the whole time playing with her hair and admiring her newly painted nails so she didn't really take in a lot of what Mr. Creepy Smile had to say. There was only one thing she remembered and actually used. He told her that whenever she felt bad about a problem to sit down and think about it. He said to go through the events in detail to the very end. It was supposed to help her come to terms with things and keep her from blaming herself.
So Caroline thought it all through. She tortured herself with the memory of her daddy slamming te door shut on his way out and grimaced at the thought of his new boyfriend (the French guy with hair shinier than hers). In the end, Caroline only came to the unjust conclusion that it was all her moms fault. At least she wasn't blaming herself and her not shiny enough hair anymore, right?
Caroline probably should have listened a bit more closely to what the therapist had to say because she now, once again, found herself in quite the dilemma. Only this time it had less to do with gay dads and more to do with wanting to drink her ex-boyfriends blood.
The young blonde sighed deeply, in the way only a spoiled teenage girl can, sounding as if she was getting ready to go to war. More like live the rest of eternity with an ugly ring that didn't go well with anything.
It wasn't very difficult to figure out where the problem had started. Caroline could have waddled deeper and deeper and read too much into things like she usually did (and end up blaming her parents mutual friend for setting them up in the first place). But she didn't need to do that. This all began with Katherine Pierce.
The much older vampire had killed Caroline, thus turning her, and that was the reason she now had fangs. For once in her life Caroline wasn't blaming herself. She knew none of this was her fault. The blame was all on Katherine's small but surprisingly strong shoulders.
Not that Elena's could be twin (but really great-great-something grand mother) seemed to care that she had taken everything from Caroline. She was standing half-naked in front of the mirror, tousling her newly washed hair with a sly smirk on her lips.
"Are you really just going to sit there?" Katherine interrupted Caroline's thoughts when she turned around to face her. She was pouting like a little child whose mother wouldn't give her candy before dinner. Somehow she managed to pull the look off better than a five year old did. "You're not passing up on half-naked me, are you? No one passes up on half-naked me." The brunette didn't look very worried though. In fact, a confident smirk was gracing those lovely naturally red lips of hers. She seemed to know that Caroline would be inches away from her face in less than a second.
And sure enough, Caroline found herself unable to stay still on the bed. Her hands were tightly wounded into Katherine's hair and her lips pressed against her lovers.
Everything began with Katherine and the way things were going right now Caroline was sure they'd end with her too.