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Caroline walked aimlessly through New Orleans; her mind was so mixed up and confused that it hurt like crazy. So many questions swirled around in her mind like…Why did mom choose Damon? What should I do? Why is life so crap at the minute? I miss mom! Should I go home? Should I ask the Ancestors? Why?! What the hell do I do?
When Caroline eventually snapped out of her thoughts she turned up an ally for some personal body space; the streets were full of people and beating hearts; all Caroline wanted to do was create a pool of blood and limbs.
"Hey ally cat!" An old drunken man approached her. "Are you free or are you expecting a customer?"
Oh my God! He thinks I am a prostitute! What the hell?! I am wearing jeans and a top; do I look like a prostitute?
"Do I look like a prostitute, huh?" Caroline pushed the man against the wall.
"Oh I like this!" He grinned.
"You're disgusting! Do you do this all the time?!" She began to beat the man senseless. Caroline's fists were covered in blood. "Do you think this is okay?!" Her eyes turned yellow and growled. It was like Caroline had become someone else.
"Let me go." The man cried. "Please!"
"You are going to suffer for what you have done!" Caroline punched through his stomach and ripped his kidneys out then pushed him down onto the floor as the blood pooled out however she didn't care, in fact she couldn't see or say anything. It was like she had transformed into something dark. Soon Caroline realised he was dead but smiled instead of pitying him. "You got what you deserve!" Caroline laughed.
"Care?" Stefan could hardly recognise her as he peered up the ally but once he saw the man that was now hardly recognisable; his face was like a bumpy rock. "Care, what happened?"
"Nothing happened, Stefan." Caroline spat. "Why?!"
"Caroline, you just killed a man out of cold blood!" Caroline was in front of him in seconds.
"What are you going to do about it, Ripper?" Caroline spat. "Why don't you join me?"
"Care, let me take you home." Stefan tried to convince her.
"I'm good." Caroline turned away from him. Stefan couldn't tell if he was speaking to an emotionless Caroline or not? But if he was she would have snapped his neck by now or…forced him as the supernatural soul. Stefan speeded off before she could stop him. Stefan decided to call Klaus… However he didn't answer. Stefan thought it must be because of their earlier argument over Caroline so he called Damon.
"Stef, you haven't seen Caroline have you?"
"Yeah, she's a mess."
"Tell me where you are I will come meet the two of you."
"No Damon, she's not with me. She's…"
"She's turned it off." Damon guessed.
"I don't know, it was like… it was like she was you. I practically found her after slaughtering a man…Do you know why she is like this?"
"That doesn't matter now… You called Santa Klaus?"
"He's not answering."
"Well just stay near Care bear and I will call on Santa." Damon didn't know what to think but if Caroline would listen to anyone; it's Klaus.
"What is it with you Salvatore's?" Klaus sounded annoyed.
"Caroline is in a state; that's what's with us." Damon snapped.
"I would mind your tongue, if I were you… What do you mean Caroline's in a state?" Klaus warned.
"She's turned it off…we think." Damon didn't get an answer because the line went dead. "Well I am guessing Santa's on his way." Damon said to himself.
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Klaus and Rebekah were sitting in the drawing room with Hope taking in this dreadful news when Stefan called; now isn't a good time, Ripper Klaus thought.
"Who will Hope have now?" Rebekah thought out loud.
"She has me." Klaus declared. "And you; that's all she needs."
"What about Caroline?" Rebekah asked but got no answer. "What are you scared of, Nik?"
"What nonsense are you droning on about now, Rebekah?" Klaus snapped.
"What are you scared of?" Rebekah said more loudly and demanding.
"I don't get scared; I am Klaus Mikaelson!"
"You are scared, Nik. You may preach that rubbish out there but I know you. I know your favourite colour and what you loved to do as a child and what you want for Hope. I know you are scared, Nik." Rebekah said calmly however within seconds Klaus had his hand around Rebekah's neck.
"What am I scared of then Rebekah? Come on! If you know what I am scared of, tell me!"
"You're scared to open your heart." Rebekah squeaked and was soon let go but collapsed to the floor. Klaus was infuriated. He couldn't even look Rebekah in the eye; he didn't need someone telling him who he was and what he wanted. He knew and this certainly wasn't it.
His phone rang so he answered it to distract himself.
(Couple minutes later)
"She's turned it off…we think." Damon's voice echoed down the phone. Klaus didn't need Damon to fill him in on the details so he put the phone down.
"I'm coming with you." Rebekah said.
"I need you to look after Hope." Klaus made his way for the door.
"Oh so you decide when you need me or not. Well I am done being your punching bag! You promised me when you came to me in that trance that you wouldn't hurt me ever again; well you broke that promise and now I am done!" Rebekah roared Klaus just stared at her unbelievably. At himself and at what time had done to him.
"Take care of Hope." Klaus kissed Hope good bye who sat quietly on the carpet then left.
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