A few days had passed, the funeral ceremonies for Alaric and Tyler passed uneventfully and sadly.
Their lives were quiet now, disturbingly quiet and somber. For all any of them knew, Klaus and the rest of the Originals had left town finally, now that their mother was back in her grave and Klaus had a sizable group of hybrids already at his beck and call.
Stephen had told the group that Klaus was the one to kill Tyler and that was the lie everyone believed.
They had been trying to console Caroline about it, especially Stephen, was trying to be there for her, but saw it wasn't working and she withdrew from their group more and more each day.
Bonnie showed up at her house. Caroline's mother had let her in, thinking it'd be good for her to be with her best friend.
"How're you holding up?" Bonnie went to soothe her friend, reaching for her upper arm.
Caroline flinched away, "Please don't, Bon."
Her friend's face frowned deeply, knowing she had an issue when Caroline had first turned into a vampire, but no longer. She opened her mouth to speak again, but Caroline cut her off,
"I'm a monster. I don't want to hurt you too." She tried to relay the truth to Bonnie in that look she gave her. That she had killed Tyler, it wasn't Klaus.
Bonnie just sighed, "I'm here for you, whenever you're ready…" she shifted towards Caroline, looking in her eyes directly, "Monster or not, you're my friend and I can see your light."
She felt hot tears dropping down her face, Bonnie's friendship meant so much to her. Bonnie reached up, but shied away from touching her again and softly excused herself.
Caroline cried over everything that night. Not just the fact that she killed Tyler, but that she was a danger to all of her friends as well. She had no control at the school that night. Only after Klaus said, whatever he said, to her and brought her back to reality, did her eyes open to find she really did drain Tyler to his last heartbeat.
The Salvatore's, logically, but wrongly, thought it was the murder of Klaus's very first successful hybrid at his own hands, that led Klaus to leave town. Though when they checked the Mikaelson mansion, it was still full of furniture, lights on, just no inkling of people.
The rest of them thought, even though the mansion was in tact, Klaus must have left. It's been too quiet if he were still in Mystic Falls. Knowing full well they'd protect Elena and keep her human, much like what he plotted at that dinner party before everything went so sour, after they woke up the original's mother. Klaus also had a group of hybrids already made, with Elena's extra blood, at his disposal, no need for him to stick around.
Little did they know, Klaus had his eyes on their young blonde vampire friend, at this very minute, watching as she curled and writhed in anguish in her own bed out of pure emotional pain.
Bonnie had just calmed herself down into a meditative state. With all the funerals of her fallen friends, tonight she knew she needed the time, to be alone and center herself.
She sat cross legged on the floor of her bedroom, her arms out, propped her wrists on her knees. The candles circling her lit as soon as she closed her eyes.
As Bonnie expelled her breath, the flames flickered and she found herself on a balcony.
The sunlight was hazy and warm against her hands that gripped the curved wrought iron. She looked out to the beautiful vineyard landscape outstretched before her.
There was a wholeness she felt, the smell of the air was sweet and wrapped around her comfortingly. This place was at peace.
She lingered on that view and that feeling, until she heard a soft giggle behind her. Turning she realized the two french doors to where she stood, were wide open into a bedroom. White sheer curtains graced her sides as she took a step to look further inside.
Bonnie could see the huge king bed, covered in all white linen, "Caroline?" she thought in her mediation, it was probably only in her head and not spoken.
She confirmed with another step forward that was indeed Caroline in the bed, naked but wrapped with layers of the white cotton, she looked like an angel, the sunlight radiating in on her.
A giggle escaped Caroline again and Bonnie watched as she rolled over, to another figure in the bed. Klaus.
Bonnie was shocked. She watched her best friend, in all her angelic pose, turn to a topless Klaus. He was laying on his back, eyes closed, one arm up behind his head, the other was curling around Caroline's now turned body.
Caroline leaned in and kissed his jaw twice, he smiled at her ministrations.
"I'm hungry." Caroline whined slightly, Bonnie thought her voice sounded older than she could remember it.
Klaus turned his head in towards her, baring his neck more, bringing his arm from behind his head to rest on her waist.
"Have at it, my love" he whispered back to her.
Bonnie's eyes opened even wider, watching Caroline nuzzle and kiss her face into his neck, and take a bite.
As soon as Caroline's fangs were deep in Klaus's throat, Bonnie snapped her eyes open in her bedroom.
Was that a premonition? Or was Bonnie's subconscious just projecting something she was feeling over the way Klaus had comforted her best friend after Tyler passed. She tried to shrug it away and willed her eyes to close again. That peaceful feeling came back.
Caroline found herself sleeping full days away, turning off her phone, ignoring her friends and her mother's weak attempts at trying to help her with her grief.
She figured, what's the point of staying a part of the group?
She had killed. KILLED!
And not just anyone, she killed Tyler, she drank him up with some blood lust she'd never even considered she had in her. She absolutely hated Damon and everyone's vying affection towards Elena was making her ill. Especially now that there was no danger, it'd turned into the teen drama filled plot of who will win the girl.
She sneered to herself at the thought and sipped a cup of bourbon and blood in her bedroom. She fiddled with her diary, opening it to just any random blank page, she started writing down her thoughts.
Tyler and her had a spotty past. He had been such a dick, using Matt's sister Vicky the way he did, murdering that girl in his father's study. Looking back over the way he tried to push her around too, even when she was trying with every ounce of her to help him with his werewolf transition.
She supposed it was the last of her humanity, her stupid childish insecurities, so much like her high school persona, that wanted to be popular and loved. She had put all her effort into her relationship with Tyler, convincing herself she loved him, that she needed him.
When Klaus came to town, he put Tyler's life on the line, when he first made him a hybrid, not knowing that the blood of Elena was needed at the time to make it successful. It was then, Caroline doubled down on her fake feelings for him.
Everyone in the group had someone, the anchor to their bonds to save Mystic Falls, their focus, why shouldn't Caroline have Tyler act as that for her.
Much of that changed though, quite soon after. In near succession, Tyler had bit her and then he had a direct correlation to the death of her father.
The only one she could stand was Bonnie. They knew each other since they were kids, acting like silly little girls together. She loved her, her friendship with her was epic. Bonnie had seen her at her best and the absolute worst and always forgave her, was there for her. She couldn't give up Bonnie. But the rest of them be damned.
She re-read her journaled thoughts briefly. Her mind flickered in guilt, that she shouldn't speak so ill of the dead. But she was the dead, wasn't she? She's vampire now, why should she care as deeply anymore, what was the point.
Caroline downed the rest of her drink and miscalculated, slamming the cup down too hard, cracking the bottom. She shrugged it off, because breaking stuff has been happening a bunch lately, when the corner of a parchment slid from the pages she no longer held down with her writing.
She deftly pulled it from the pages and saw it was the drawing Klaus had made for her, the one Tyler was jealous over.
She rubbed her fingers over the smudging brown chalk pastels and her mind turned to Klaus.
Closing her eyes she could recall the smell of him, the power in him, the first time, on her birthday, when she fed from him.
Her dreams still hadn't returned to normal but they were definitely less sexual after draining Tyler. More so dreams of Klaus cooing her, helping her getting to the cemetery to see the others, his hands on her the whole way and how good they felt. Although a few times dream Klaus was brutally laughing in her face at the monster she'd become or maybe the monster he knew she always had in her.
Her thirst, as well, hasn't been too terrible as it was at first, though she was still going through blood bags more often than not.
Plus, she thought, as she picked up the whole bottle of bourbon to her lips, the liquor helped too.