Looking back on her life, she realized that she had spent most of it bickering over stupid things, like which guy liked her most, how she looked, and constantly competing with Elena. She regretted the fact that she had never found true love. The kind of love that burns through your entire body, that shakes your entire world, the kind of love that wouldn't try to change you, but would simply accept your flaws, embrace them, and tell you that you were beautiful. Before she had become a vampire she had never truly believed in soul mates, believing that love was commitment, a house and a family. Now that she faced eternity without her mom, without her friends, she believed, hoped even, that there had to be someone that would by her side forever.
Matt was sweet, and committed, Tyler had understood her, Damon…. Well, he had pretty much used her for a gigantic blood and sex toy. And well, Klaus, that was just far too complicated to understand. What kind of girl feels anything but hatred for the man who imprisoned her and tried to use her for a freaky sacrifice? What did it say about her that he made her feel more alive despite the fact that she was dead? Perhaps she was just a neurotic freak with a belated case of Stockholm Syndrome?
She had to get out of this cell, godammit! She was Caroline Forbes. She didn't sit around waiting for a handsome prince in shining armour to save her and ride off into the sunset. She giggled, slightly insanely, imagining Klaus in armour.
The door on her prison cell slammed open. A man, tall with dark skin and black hair, eyes that were pitch black and bore into her with intensity walked through the door. "Hey Care" Tyler said.
Despite everything, Caroline wasn't surprised. She shouldn't have been, should have thought that he would care more. Tyler had noticed Klaus's fondness of her, had used it for his benefit before. With more of his Hybrids free everyday, Tyler had become the new Hybrid Alpha (King, Lord, whatever).
"What do you want?" she rasped, the coals in her throat bursting into flame as she smelt the blood that he had recently drunk. "Nothing, well, I just wanted to say that I was sorry -". If Caroline hadn't been half-dead of thirst, she would have kicked him where it hurt, but instead she interrupted his speech. "You better be sorry, because when I get out of here, I am going to rip your heart out!" she whispered. "You're as bad as Stefan when he tried to kill Elena by driving off Wicketty Bridge to get Klaus to call off his hybrids!" Tyler paced the room, his temper building, "You don't understand" his voice getting louder. "He's controlling us, forcing us to do things that we wouldn't ever do" "yeah, and what do you call this?" she gestured to cell around her "You're as bad as Klaus now" she retorted.
Tyler stormed out of the room, not before throwing a small bag on the ground, into the small patch of sunlight, its red contents sloshing as it hit the floor. Caroline resisted the urge to rip open the bag, to drown herself in the blood that stood less than a metre away. "You ass!" she whispered – screamed "You know I don't have my sunlight ring" "Why would you do this!"
"Because we need you alive, but barely" said Tyler. "Can't have Klaus knowing that it was me who imprisoned you, and why would he guess? He knows that we broke up, but he wouldn't ever guess that it was Tyler, your ex-boyfriend, his first hybrid was the one who stole you away".
"Oh, and Care, if you don't act your part, I will tell Klaus how you were using him, how we were pretending for most of the time that I had cheated on you with Hayley." He smirked. "And guess what will happen to you when he finds out? A stake through the heart? Torture? Hell, maybe he will just bite you and watch you die for betraying him". She sucked in her breath. Tyler was right: Klaus would definitely kill her for her betrayal. Any fondness that he might have would be completely forgotten when he found out the truth.
Tyler walked out of the room, his point now made. The door slammed shut, leaving Caroline in complete silence once again. Quickly, not caring about the burn of sunlight on her skin, she grabbed the blood bag, tearing off the lid, her eyes turning red and the veins around her eyes appeared. The blood was beautiful, tasting like sunshine, all her favourite things in the world combined in one delicious and succulent mouthful. It wasn't enough, nowhere near enough, but it slightly lessened the burning fire that blazed down her throat. Slightly abated, she forced herself into a dark, dreamless slumber
