"You're under my skin," I said, laughing bitterly.
"Am I now, love?" he asked, smiling and then continued.
"Yeah, you are,"I snarled and dug my hands into the wooden bench beneath me. The sky was a light purple and the clouds were faint and a light pink. The grass surrounding the area was freshly cut and covered in the morning dew. The pebbles that outlined the grass were a dark grey and sat right under my feet that dangled from the bench that I sat on.
"If you don't mind. I'm going to be late to class, so in case you don't notice, I don't have time for this," I said, standing up only to be confronted by a pair of rough hands on my shoulders pushing me back down onto the bench. He grabbed my neck and pinned it tight against the bench.
"Klaus... What are you doing?" I asked, choking.
He smiled. "I'm saving you." He looked in my eyes and his pupils dilated. "Caroline. I want you to tell Tyler that I was right. Small town and small town boy isn't enough for you. If he doesn't buy it, then point out the time he vervained you and then walk away. He should run and oh, while you're at it love, I want you to know that I'm compelling you to do this and you can't tell him that you're being compelled." Klaus drew back and I choked.
"He won't buy it!" I snarled.
"Go find out, sweetheart," he said, winking.
2 hours later
"Hey, Caroline!" I heard the familiar voice from behind me and I stomped my foot in anger. I turned around and spun into him.
"Hey, Tyler," I said slowly. The white classroom floor was spinning a little and the banners looked even more colorful, but that's probably from the party that occured the day before. Just then, the words came piling out of my mouth, angrily.
"You know what?" I snarled at Tyler and took his hands off of my shoulders. Tyler looked confused and then I snapped some more,"Klaus was right. Small town boy isn't enough for me." Tyler looked at me hurt and then grabbed my cheeks and searched my eyes, worriedly.
"Are you compelled?Cause I don't believe you" he asked. I was on the edge of a breakdown and I tried to keep the words that I was about to say to myself, but they slid off of my tongue like butter.
"Oh, really? You don't believe me?" I snapped angrily, even though, inside I was dying. "Well, I mean, who vervains their girlfriend at a party? You took me away without my permission and that's not know what, I'm done," I snapped and walked away mechanically. I tried to turn around, but my feet seemed glued to the floor ahead of me. Tyler looked at me, hurt.
"I loved you Caroline," he said hatefully. "
"Tyler..." I started slowly, but then he ran off and I was left alone. Once he was gone, I sat down on the back of one of the pale, white walls by sliding my body down it. I then took my hand up to my mouth to cover up a sob, only to realize that the bracelet that Klaus gave me was still on my wrist. It gleamed back at me and I looked at the silver with spite. I yanked it off and growling, I threw it to the wall across from me. With a loud clank, it hit the wall and slid down it quickly only to loud with a soft thud on the floor. I put both of my hands on my head and sobbed. I pushed the curls away from my face and threaded them through my fingers. I was hurt deeply and I couldn't hide it. My father died because he didn't want to become a vampire and I was one and every day I pretended like I didn't care. You know the truth though? Every time I feed, I think of my father's face looking at me and bringing sunlight into a room and burning me and then I clasp my throat and look with sympathy at the empty bag. I would then release a tear or two. The cheerful Caroline everyone knew wasn't there, when she fed and only when she fed. I would look at myself in the mirror every morning and put on a smile and say that everything is great. You know what, everything was after I was turned and was with Tyler. Tyler reminded me that even though I was supernatural, I was good and now he's not mine anymore. He was my supernatural buddy. I laughed through my tears. That sounded so corny. Supernatural buddy? Wow. Then, I wiped my tears and stood up. How could I be like that? It's not right. I always have to keep going and be happy. I may have lost Tyler, but I still had myself and others.
I sat up and gasped loudly. The sheets around me were soaked and I had my hand on top of my chest. Then, once I relaxed, I sighed and laid my head back down onto the pillow. I kept dreaming about that moment that I had with Klaus and Tyler. It left quite an imprint in my mind and it's been three days since the incidence. I've been calling Tyler and avoiding Klaus. Did any of those two actually result in a good outcome? Ha. No. I stretched and then rolled over, only to pile into something hard. Huh. That's weird. The only thing to the left of me would've been the dresser and does the dresser breathe? No, it doesn't. I silently panicked and looked to the side, scared. My day was about to get a whole lot worse. There on the other side of the bed was Klaus Mikaelson.