Chapter 1- Life's a Soiree

Elena let the body drop, and it smacked the floor with a sickening crunch. She used her sleeve to wipe blood from her lips, and ran her tongue over her teeth with the satisfaction that came with a full meal. Her brown hair was matted with blood and her fingers were stained with it as well. Two bodies lie before her, their eyes wide and glassy. One had a bite in his neck, the other's wrist was shredded. There should have been immense amounts of guilt filling the young vampire, but all she felt was contentment. She flicked her tongue across her teeth again, then stepped over the fallen bodies and into their washroom, stepping into the shower and cleaning the gore from her body.

She had only planned on going for a run in the woods, but the scent of them had caught her attention. The young, blonde female and her male companion had presumably been on a hike, and the female had tripped and a gash split the skin on her hand. The blood beckoned to Elena like a Lighthouse beckons to a boat, and before she knew she was crouched in the azalea bushes, waiting for the moment to run into their cabin and strike. That moment came when the man stepped into the shower, leaving his woman alone in the living room. Feigning innocence the young vampire had knocked and asked the blonde to borrow her phone.

The cabin was very comfortable, with lavish furniture and expensive paintings. She assumed these people had large amounts of cash, though that offered little solace to their now dead bodies. Their shower never ran out of hot water, and a freshly pressed towel lay folded on the sink, it's ruffles and corners manipulated to look like a swan.

Elena smile as she grabbed the towel by it's "neck", shaking it until a cascade of white fell to the floor. She was rather pleased with the girl in the mirror, and ran her fingers through her wet hair, letting out a sigh as her phone buzzed. She turned to the pile of her clothes in the corner, digging for her jeans and pulling out her cell. "Hello, Damon." She greeted cheerily, balancing the phone between her cheek and shoulder as she dressed herself.

"Elena, where are you? I've been calling for the past hour." She let a loud, dramatic sigh escape her lips as she pulled her fingers through her wet hair, doing her best to get out the tangles. "Are you okay? Do you want me to come get you?" His voice was dramatic, even over the phone. Dressed and satisfied the newly-turned vampire walked into the next room, balancing herself on the arm of a chair.

"Don't fret Damon, it's not becoming." She let out a yawn, rolling her eyes so animatedly she was certain Damon could tell through the receiver. "I went for a run and stopped for a little..." She smirked, tucking hair behind her ear. "Snack." She heard a sigh from the other end of the line, and she let out a small, degrading laugh as she ended their call.

She let her phone fall to the ground, and she closed her eyes slowly as she grasped listlessly at the switch that lay in the back of her mind. Even thinking of turning it on shot a jolt of emotion through her, and she backed away, horrified. She was Elena Gilbert the vampire now, meant for fun and feeding.

Caroline sat in the park, her back curved awkwardly against the bench and her fingers drumming along the metal armrest. There was a chill to the air that didn't bother her, and a light rain drizzled down. Her blonde curls stuck to her head, and her bright blue eyes were red-rimmed from her little bought of crying. Her intention hadn't been to run away and have a pity-party, but she couldn't handle it anymore. She just needed some Caroline time, where all she had to care about was herself. Selfish, but needed.

She loved Elena, dearly, and she wanted the vampire to turn her humanity back on. In the time it had been off she had killed five humans by draining them dry, been caught at a party with alcohol in her hands and created a scene by letting her emotions run wild when she was around others. She had gotten into a fight her first day back at school, and hadn't returned since. It had been a week since Damon had convinced her to flick the switch, and everyone was wishing he hadn't.

For some reason the blame often fell onto Caroline's shoulders. She should be the one watching after her best friend, she should have made sure she didn't get into trouble, she should be spending even more time with Bonnie, pouring over books and searching for a spell that would force Elena to listen to them. The blonde dipped her head, frustration and responsibility weighing too heavily on her. She sniffled as a tear ran down her face, mixing with the rain.

"What are you doing out in the chill, love?" She squinted her eyes shut, perfect. He was all she needed. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffing as silently as she could as she lifted her head, not feigning a smile. He didn't normally get a chipper greeting, anyway.

"I could ask you the same thing." She quipped, lifting her chin and following him with her eyes as he sat next to her, careful to leave space between them. "I just had to get away." She sighed, her shoulders slumping forward. "I just needed some time to myself." She admitted. He'd pretend to care, at least. He wouldn't hurt her, not when they were alone, and she just needed to get it off of her chest. And who of her friends would take Klaus's word above her own?

"Is the new vampire causing a riff?" He smirked, his bright eyes locking on Caroline's.

"I'm not in the mood, Klaus." She stated, turning her head the other way, balancing her chin in her hands, her elbows resting on her thighs. She could really do without his sarcasm. "What are you doing out here, anyway?" She questioned, shifting her gaze back to him.

"I needed some time to think too, love. A lot has happened to my family lately." His gaze turned cold as he starred into the distance, his fingers roping together. "I called Elijah and informed him about Kol. I suppose everyone just needs a little... processing time." He shrugged, and Caroline felt guilt rise like bile in her throat.

"I'm sorry about your brother, Klaus." She offered, holding his gaze as best as she could, for anger burned beneath his eyes. He probably blamed her partially, as she had done nothing to convince Elena her decision was rash. Neither looked away, they were just two people, sharing too much responsibility and grief, wishing they could get rid of all of it. Caroline's phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, standing in the rain and impatiently shouting questions at Elena.

"Calm down, Caroline. What is with everyone? Damon told me I needed to call you, something about how you could talk me into being rational. He thinks I'm going on a killing spree. Just because I drank my fill today." She scoffed, and Caroline felt her heart start to race. Figuratively speaking, of course. She was dead, after all. She promised to meet her friend the next morning, and stuffed her phone back into her pocket.

Then she starred, her blue eyes locked on nothing. She balled her fists at her side and inhaled a large amount of air, and let it tumble back out in a very Caroline-esque scream. Klaus was at her side in a second, asking if she was okay. She shrugged him away, her eyes slanted. Yes Elena, call Caroline, she has nothing better to do then to help others. "I've got to go." She snipped, and raced towards her home.

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