My eyes flew open and adrenaline burst into my blood stream as if I'd just been shot up with heroin. I lay on my bed – naked. Immediately, I covered myself with my arms over my breasts and my thighs brought to my chest. I couldn't breathe. From what I could gather, though, I was alone. Hesitantly, I glanced around my empty, dark room.

How on earth did I get here? The last thing I could remember was damning myself to that irritatingly yummy man. Then, nothing. It was like someone just turned off a light switch, leaving me completely dark until I woke up here. Naked in my bed. Did I get really drunk and sleep with him? That doesn't really sound like me, at all, but he is the devil.

I groaned and stood up, placing my hand between my legs. I wasn't sore or wetter than normal. That was a good sign. Because really, did the guy seem like the type to clean up his messes? The physical kind, I mean. He didn't to me. He seemed like the kind to leave his mark, the arrogant prick.

I grabbed a robe off the back of my door and tied it tightly. Then I grabbed two knives, just to be safe. I wouldn't have slept with him. Even if I was, and I admit, a little curious. I still wouldn't have done it for all the freedom in the world. My steps were light, yet cautious as I moved out into the living room. My red dress lay crumpled on the floor at the end of the hall and I stared down at it as if it were a pool of blood. I wasn't hungry, I was pissed.

My gaze snapped up and the anger boiling inside me paused at the sight. The person that lay on my couch wasn't the devil and it wasn't really who I was expecting. That's most likely why I wasn't screaming my fury. She stirred before rubbing her eyes and sitting up. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I demand, having no patience at the moment. She met my gaze and scowled.

"You called me up, drunk." She deadpans and I snorted..

"BS." I challenge and she shrugs.

"I'm not bullshitting you, Caroline. When I first ignored your number, I figured it was just a butt dial or something. But on the third time, I figured it was something important if you were calling me, so I answered." She shrugged.

"You were in tears about something that I couldn't decipher so I did a tracking spell. Found you sobbing your eyes out in an alley. Mumbling something about making a deal with the devil. So, what the fuck, Caroline?" She demanded pointedly.

"Fuck off, Bonnie, I don't cry." I hiss and she shrugs.

"I was surprised, too. It freaked me out, demon." She stood up and I glared.

"Go to hell, witch." I returned and her lips twitched.

"Why was I naked?" I demand and she sighs.

"You threw up, got it all over that pretty thing on the floor. I held your hair as you continued to vomit for the next three hours and then you crashed on the bed. Your white ass bare as the day you were born." She gave me a dry look and I nearly found that funny, because if I knew Bonnie like I thought I knew Bonnie, which I did. Then, she most likely laughed her ass off at my display of immodesty.

"Well, uh, yeah." Discomfort filled my blood stream as I watched her. It hadn't really been that long since we were friends. In fact, it was only three years ago that Elena, Bonnie, and I were staying up late and talking about boys. Well, they would talk about boys, I would promptly ignore them while watching Netflix. Because I didn't do that, remember? Even with those that I . . . love.

Then it was all shot to hell and Bonnie became just like everyone else, an untrustworthy, lying, conniving bitch and all I had left was Elena. Wasn't it horrible how I waited for the day when Elena would show her true colors and leave? Because that's what everyone did. They left and they made sure to hurt you every time.

"So, what is with this devil deal? I saw you two together at your engagement party. He followed you out after getting into it with your mother. She seemed a bit . . . scared, if I'm being completely honest." Bonnie shrugged and I stared at her.

"It's nothing." I say and that was the truth. I didn't regret the deal. There was no reason for me to. At least, that's what I was telling myself. But I still wasn't able to shake this uneasy feeling swirling around in my stomach and twisting my throat raw.

"Right." She didn't seem to believe me.

"Caroline, you're reckless, but you aren't stupid. What did you do?" She demanded and I scoffed.

"I didn't do anything. God, Bonnie, fuck off." I say and she stood up, crossing her arms.

"Caroline-." I cut her off, hating her even more for her compassion. I didn't need this shit.

"You know what, Bon? Why don't you go fuck your boyfriend. Matt, right? You remember him, don't you?" I growl, knowing my eyes were glowing bright, but not caring. I watched her determination dwindle away and defeat shone in her pretty brown eyes.

"C – Caroline." She blurted, stuttering. I turned away from her, gritting my teeth.

"Thanks." I ground out in a hiss, keeping my back to her.

"You can leave now." I say, voice void of emotion.

"You know Matt and I aren't together anymore." She pressed her hands to her stomach.

"I'm sorry – is that supposed to make you fucking him behind my back easier?" I ask, sweetly and she opened her mouth to reply, but I raised a hand, stopping her.

"I don't care, Bonnie. At all. Not anymore. But I want you to go before I do something reckless, like slicing off your head." I flash her a grin while twirling my blade promiscuously. Then, I walked away.

OOO

"I get hot." I say as Elena and I sat at a local coffee shop. She looked up at me and frowned.

"Like fevers?" She asks, obviously confused. I hesitated for a beat, not sure what I should tell her. Not sure I wanted to admit it.

"When I've been around him for the past couple of times. I get hot. I tingle and wetness pools between my thighs." I say casually, while she proceeds to choke on a sip of her drink. I blink at her before looking to my right where a young man stood, staring blatantly at me. I frowned at him, confused.

"What?" I snap and he swallows before stumbling off. I glance back at Elena to see her watching me.

"Caroline, those are signs of arousal." Elena says, slowly, as if speaking to a child. I scoff and shake my head, waving my hand dismissively.

"No, no, that's not it. That can't happen to me. I need to figure out why every time I'm around him, my nipples tighten and there's this throbbing between my legs. It's annoying." I grumble, dropping my chin into my palm.

Elena was covering her mouth and staring at me as if she couldn't comprehend what I was saying. "Do you think it's, like, a spell?" I suggest, glancing over only to see a few teenagers gawking at me.

"What?!" I screech and they scurry off while Elena shifts in her chair.

"God, what is up with people today? Do I have something on my face?" I asked her and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Only if you count the word 'Ignorant' written across your forehead in black sharpie." She shrugs and I frowned.

"Elena, what is happening to me?" I press.

"You're aroused, Caroline. There is no other explanation. Obviously you've never experienced it, but c'mon, don't be naïve." She laughs, softly.

"But he's . . . he's the devil. I can't be aroused by him. I – I can't be aroused by anything!" I was freaking out. She leans over and grips my cheeks.

"Caroline Josephina Forbes, it is a natural bodily reaction. It's normal and nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn't mean you're in love with him, you're just attracted to him. It's about time someone did that to you." She giggles falling back in her chair.

"But . . . Lena, my eyes glimmer and my face flushes. Kinda like your reaction to Damon . . ." I trail off and frowned at her, before sitting up straighter.

"Are you attracted to Damon, Elena?" I asked, confused.

She doesn't answer and my curiosity was peaked. "Oh my god." I whisper and she shifts uncomfortably.

"Drop it, Caroline. We're talking about you." She reminds me and I scoff.

"He's a high class demon. He's second to Lucifer and you're having naughty dreams about him, why didn't you tell me?" I ask, stunned.

"Since when do you care, Caroline?" She asks and her voice didn't hold the resentment that it should have. My stomach twisted and the feeling was foreign. I shook it off and swallowed passed the lump in my throat.

"I care because I hate Stefan and this interests me." I went for honesty and she rolls her eyes.

Just as she opens her mouth to answer, the door to the coffee shop slams open and my mother bursts through. I blink at her and watch as she moves toward me, shoving people out of her way.

"What did you do?!" She nearly yells, gripping the table with barely restrained fury.

"Excuse me?" I demand, annoyed by her attitude towards me.

"Tyler is dead. Now, WHAT DID YOU DO?!" She roared.