Hi Everyone.

This is an updated version off chapter one. I have recently made some changes, with sentencing, grammar and spelling. I intend to do this with every chapter until I'm happy.

Reviews. I need them to help me decipher if this is any good. The problem with the vampire diaries is things don't always go our way, which is precisely why I want your input, if something isn't going how you want it to go I will take on board your suggestions.

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I didn't feel like I belonged here. Everything in the room was so old. It screamed unkempt. The wallpaper was floral pink, which I was almost positive was out dated. Green raggedy curtains hung on the window in between two wooden beds, which looked as if they had seen better day's. The rest of the room consisted of two wooden side tables for each bed, two wardrobes and a small mini refrigerator. there wasn't even enough room for a sofa or a chair. So basically, the only seating available is the floor or the bed.

Ungrasping my hand, I let my bag fall with a thump against the wooden floor.

Oh dear god! Why did I choose to live in a dormitory? I must have had a perfectly good reason for this I'm sure of it. But somehow I was totally unable to come up with it, after seeing my obviously inhabitable living arrangements. Was this some kind of reality TV show? The one where they wind you up, then film your reaction and your then eternally embarrassed for falling for it. I really hoped it was.

Pulling my suitcase inside the room, the floorboards creaked, I closed the door and slumped against the Wall. Lifting my hand to wipe the sweat that had accumulated, off of my forehead, I blew my hair out of my eyes. The cool air off my breath, provided temporary relief from the humid air. Couldn't they even afford to give us air conditioner? Apparently not. I'm starting to believe living in the stone age would be more convenient and appropriate. I gave the room another look, and huffed in annoyance when I realised nothing had improved in the last few minutes. Part of me was hoping this was all just a nightmare and I would wake up any moment. Did I really deserve this? Yes, I probably did. I made my bed, now I have to lie in it.

'Caroline, you can't keep punishing yourself. you have to live your life, its your time.' I knew Stefan's words would come back to haunt me one day.I wanted to believe him but I couldn't then and i don't think i can now. That wont stop me from trying.

I had two choices here, one I could suck it up and do what I came here to do or I could grab my stuff, turn around and run home. I chose the former. There was no way in hell I was going home to my Mothers snide remarks off how I ruined both off our lives. Thinking about my mom reminded me off why I chose a dormitory, it was the cheapest offer that wouldn't put a dent in my not so big bank account. Therefore i didn't have to ask mom for any help. I knew what her reply would have been, 'Haven't I helped you enough,' that's what I would have gotten. I had heard that enough over the past year.

I was running, running from Mystic Falls and I was mainly running from the majority of the town's residence.

Plan. I needed a plan. Because that is what I do best. I plan and organize things. Okay, think Caroline, think. I nibbled on my finger.

It was simple and totally obvious. I needed a job and I needed one quickly. If I was going to get out of this dump then I would need to at least save up for a deposit on an apartment. I had enough money to probably suffice three months off rent, but I needed that money for living expenses. Books, food and stationary.

A welcomed gush off air hit my incredibly hot skin, I moaned in delight. Turning I realised where it had come from, a girl with longer blonde hair than mine was entering my room. Possibly hers. "Welcome to paradise," I greeted her.

The girl scoffed glancing around the room taking a second look, "Is this seriously my new room." Waving a hand around she turned to face me. "I can hardly fit myself in this room, let alone share it with you,"

My hand raised to my mouth as a giggle escaped through my slightly parted lips. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh, it's not funny. I had the same reaction don't worry." I did feel slightly guilty that I was finding amusement at her suffering. But then again this whole situation felt so surreal and not in a good way.

"I don't know how I'm going to survive this," She replied dropping her enormous bags onto the floor.

"I dont think there all going to fit in here,"I laughed again, pointing towards her bags.

"I'll make them fit, even if i have to sleep on them. I'm Rebekah, Rebekah Mikaelson. Just call me Bekah." She extended her hand towards me.

Not wanting to appear rude, I wiped my slightly damp hand across my shorts and shook her hand,"Caroline Forbes and I'm sure where going to get along just fine in this hell whole,"

"It's nice to meet your acquaintance Caroline," I laughed as she took another concerned look around the room before continuing, "I'm sure we will, but I'm pretty damn positive them curtains have to go"

"Yes. Definitely." I agreed and we both giggled at our decision.

After three long hours off unpacking our stuff and light chit-chat, I would assume we are past acquaintance and are swiftly moving towards friends. Which I was grateful for as I knew absolutely no one at this college. It was one thing I loathed; meeting new people. There was no escaping that though, it was one of life's many obstacles and it was totally unavoidable. Just like every choice and decision I make.

Rebekah was sitting with her legs crossed on the floor, leaning against the bed with all her attention focused on her cell phone. A smile spread across her face as she looked up at me.

"There's this party I've just been invited to go to tonight, do you fancy it?" she asked me.

Do I fancy it? I wasn't sure I did in fact. We had just spent the better part of the day slaying over making this dump liveable. I hadn't planned on participating in any partying .

"Come on. It will be fun Caroline, and we can meet some off our potential classmates," Bekah must have sensed my hesitation.

It would be good to meet some new people then at least I won't have to spend my week before classes worrying about meeting people. Also there was the added fact it may be good bonding time for me and Rebekah "Okay. I'll go, but I'm starved after all this work," I picked up my keys from the side table "I'm going to grab some food. Would you like anything?" I asked her.

She jumped up off the floor in excitement, "Nothing heavy especially since were going out tonight, I'll go with a salad please," She reached for her purse.

"Don't worry about it, I'll get this" I said shaking my head.

"Okay thanks. My turn next and I'll get the make-up, outfits and hair appliances ready," She started fumbling in the bags that were neatly packed under the bed.

I wasn't sure this was my kind of thing, but something told me Bekah was clearly in her element and I appreciated that. Maybe she would encourage me to enjoy myself some more. God only knows my friends back home tried but failed miserably; many times.

They believed me to be uptight and sensible. I never really understood why sensible was such a bad trait. I smiled at Rebekah's erratic behaviour. She was totally oblivious that I was still in the room.

I just hope this party is as good as Rebekah clearly thinks it will be.

There you have it, i hope you all enjoy it.

Next on Dangerous, Deadly and Deathly Love- Caroline will be attending a party. new faces are introduced and compromising positions are entailed. Stay tuned.