It was happening. I was becoming the thing I've always been afraid of. I was becoming a human blood drinker. A "ripper" like we say. But I had never felt so... alive. Does he had turned me into a monster? Does Enzo had turned me into a monster? I didn't know and... I totally didn't care. All I cared about, is that I was clearly having fun. I was just done to feel guilty. "The poor little Caroline" was gone now. And she wasn't prepared to be back.
I just had lost one of the most important person in my life -my best friend actually- and it taught me something : life can be a real b*tch. And for some persons it can be short. Maybe I was one of these person. Maybe, one day, my life could be stop. Like Bonnie's was. That's why I must live every single moment, every single day of my life like if it was the last one. I knew I had to seize every moment and with Enzo, that was the first time I was really having fun, without any "bad news" to interrupt my own happiness. That was the first time I was feeling free, and loved. Yes, here, in the middle of New York City, flirting with the death.
But first let me tell you how did I get there.
