Chapter 1
Caroline stood at the front door of her father's house. It once was so full of life. She remembered the last time she was here and a faint smile formed on her lips. The memories of the summers she spent here started to overwhelm her, so she took a deep breath and pushed them back. The house stood there like haunted. "Let's go." She whispered to herself as she opened the door. The dust made her vision blurry for a few seconds. She turned on the light switch and smiled grateful that at least she had electricity. She picked her hair up high and sighed as she started to open the windows and clean up. If she had to stay here then the house had to be clean.
As she walked down to the main floor she raised her brow when she noticed that three hours had passed from the moment she had arrived home. Time had just flown by and she was grateful about that. When she had nothing to do her mind was drifting off to Bonnie. She was truly gone now. She was stuck to the other side with Damon and who knows what had happened to them. Caroline bit her lip as she felt the tears burn her eyes again. Elena's attitude to this situation was what got her frustrated in the first place. She only cried for Damon like Bonnie didn't mean a thing. She was startled by the sound of glass breaking. She was drinking water and she crushed the glass in her hand. 'How can I be so mean?' she thought 'Elena is devastated, I am sure. 'She looked at her phone and she hated herself even more for leaving Stefan alone. He needed her now more than ever but she acted selfish and let him alone. She read his text "I miss you. Please, take care." She pressed her eyes not wanting to let the tears run down from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Stef. Talk soon. I promise." She wrote back before shutting her phone off.
That night she filled a glass with blood and sat at the porch. She loved that her father's house, well now it belonged to her, was a bit away from the city so she could have all the freedom she wanted. She closed her eyes as a light breeze passed bringing the smell of flowers with it. She smiled as she thought of Bonnie and the first time she had started to discover her magic. Before she was a vampire. Before Tyler was a werewolf. Before everything turn into a mess. She took a sip of blood as her hunger was getting a little more annoying. After coming back from the dead Tyler was a werewolf again. Not a hybrid. This made things complicated again since werewolves and vampires are natural born enemies. That and, well, the fact that he never actually forgave her for sleeping with Klaus. But she didn't regret it. Not even for a moment. Tyler left her to go on a revenge mission while Klaus let his revenge to the side so he can be with her. That moment exactly she felt like Klaus was the only one who could understand her. She closed her eyes letting the cold breeze take all her tears away. That night she let herself cry. For everyone that they had lost. Friends and family. Bonnie, her father, Damon… everyone. Even herself. Technically she was dead. She would never grow old. She would never have kids. And she would never have a permanent residing place. She will always have to move. That night she cried herself to sleep. Right there, at the same porch a few years ago her father was holding her in his arms putting her to sleep with fairytales.