Always & Forever Yours

What would you sacrifice for true love? Because in the end whatever it is your willing to sacrifice will never be enough, no matter how hard you try. Some people are doomed to a live of misery. People like me.

I'm Caroline Forbes and this is my story.

I was trying to write the next chapter to Forever & Always when this came to me. If you all like this spin of it more let me know and I'll continue it, or both, whatever you want!

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Chapter 1:

Beep. Beep. Be- I rolled over and hit my night table trying to find my alarm clock. The incessant thing wouldn't stop ringing. It took me a good 30 seconds to realize that it was my phone. Damn thing, I didn't even know why I owned it. Technology was such a bother.

"Who the hell would-"Katherine.

Flashback.

1929

All my life I tried to be perfect. Something that I had yet to realize was an impossible task. No matter how hard I tried, It was never enough, there was always something that seemed to stop me from reaching 'perfection'.

My family was perfect. Or so I believed.

My father. My mother. My brother.

Father was a well respected business man in our small town, owned most of it. And the fact that his ancestors were part of the founders just topped the cherry. Mother was the resident martyr, always doing volunteer work to save the world! My brother, William, always made it impossible for me to ever live up to him and his legacy.

Don't get me wrong I love my brother, he'd my rock. When I need him, he's always there. He was the only thing I could depend on. But I got so sick and tired of hearing about how smart, how handsome and how fucking perfect he was.

I wasn't like the rest of my family. I was smart, but I wasn't the smartest. I was pretty but not beautiful. I couldn't ever hope to compare to them.

I was embarrassment of the great and honorable Forbes family. I wasn't anything special like the rest of my family.

At least until I turned 13.

When I started having dreams about the future.

And at first I thought they were just dreams, just weird coincidences. Simple things really, like William throwing a baseball through the window. And the next day it happened.

I always kept them to myself, even when I started 'dreaming' outside my sleep. I was 13 and I was scared. So scared that if my parents found out that they'd abandon me, judge me. Call me a 'freak'., like I believed I was.

So for two years I kept it to myself. And as the older I got, the more frequent they became. The further I could see into the future.. I could see things a month before they happened, sometimes two.

Anyway, I was seventeen when I saw my brother die, and that's when my life went to hell.

I was at the annual Founders Ball, a tradition our town started almost 60 years ago, when I was pulled into a vision. I saw William, he was with Jonathan Lockwood, driving around in his new automobile, personally I hated them, they scared the daylights out of me. And a deer ran in front of them.

I was hysterically trying to tell my mother what happened as she harshly grabbed my arm, demanding that I quit making a scenes she led me to our automobile, I tried to tell her, to warn her of William's fate.

She wouldn't listen to me.

And that was her fatal mistake. Because, as we arrived home Sherriff Johnson was waiting on us, trying to find the best way possible to break the news of William's death to my mother gently.

It wasn't a full 24 hours William's funeral that she sent me to the furthest mental institution away from her as possible.

Which is how I ended up in Hazard Mental Institution. Such an amazing place, note the sarcasm.

It was the darkest time of my human life.

I honestly don't know how I survived the year I stayed there, it was horrid. I stayed in a small room, cage would be the word I'd describe it as. I was lucky to get a chunk of bread or water daily. But starvation wasn't the worst I endured, the doctors there, they were the worst. Being beaten and sexually assaulted over and over again was a slow agonizing torture. I couldn't even begin to relay how many times I wished for death. For peace.

How I pleaded with god to save me, and how my prayers had gone unanswered.

My family never came to visit me, never wrote a single letter. I had no one, and the feeling of true loneliness is what drove me to the tittering edge of insanity.

"Please, please stop!" I sobbed as I tried to pry off the oaf of a man on top of me.

"Shh, wouldn't want anybody to overhear, would we darling?" He whispered as he grabbed my hands and trapped them over my head.

"Please don't." I begged, thrashing wildly.

He ignored me as his greasy hands ran up and down my body, over my curves roughly.

"Please, stop." I whimpered as his hands were fumbling for the top of my pants.

As his hands grabbed my knickers, to remove them. I lost it.

"Get off me!" I said, "GET OFF ME!" I screamed.

"I'm pretty sure the girl said to get off of her you sick son of a bitch." A angelic voice said as the doctor went flying off of me and hit the wall. As I scrambled to cover my body a beautiful young brunette moved to stand over his fallen body.

"Want to explain to me why you feel the need to harm women the way you do?" She asked in a eerily calm voice, as bent down to stare him in the eyes.

"Go to hell bitch." He spit in her face, as he made a lunge for her.

She easily sidestepped his pathetic attempt. It was a beautiful deadly dance.

"Your scum." She whispered menacingly. "I believe I'll be doing the world a favor ending your life." She laughed softly as she sped behind him with inhuman speed and snapped his neck.

I couldn't stop the screams that tore from my throat. "Oh my god." I chanted over and over.

As the woman moved to me I scrambled back into the wall. "Please don't kill me." I begged, "I don't want to die."

"I'm not going to kill you. Seesh." She shot me a irritated glance. "I can't believe he let you sit in here and rot."

She moves with a almost unnatural grace and kneels before me. "Listen girly, I don't have the time nor the patience to deal with you, I'm only here because you provide me leverage." She roughly grabs my chin and forces it up and looks at me in the eye.

"I'm nothing special. You can let me leave and I'll never tell anyone what happened. I- I promise." I whisper brokenly.

"Nothing special?" She laughs. "You define the term special, Caroline. I'm here to help you, to save you. Isn't that what you want? Someone to save you from this sad existence you call a life? I can help you, if you'd let me. I can give you everything you ever wanted... Let me" She whispered.

"How?"

"I can make you into a Immortal. Forever ageless and powerful. I can give you the strength to get revenge on everyone who's ever hurt you. I can teach you how to use you power. Too become to most powerful witch in the world. The things you could do."

"You're insane. Witches are myths, stories made to scare little children. And no one can live forever."

"You're wrong Caroline. If witches are myths, then what are you? You think it's natural for someone to see the future? For someone to see life and death? You could manipulate the future; mold it into whatever you wanted. Seeing the future is only the beginning for you, you can do soo much more. If No-one can live forever then how am I alive? I've lived for 400 years, forever young. And you can to. "

"It's unnatural, I'm unnatural. You're unnatural. Were abominations of god."

"What have the hell have those humans put in your head?" She muttered. "Listen, you can choose the easy way or the hard way. F it was me I'd choose the easy way, but hey, that's just me."

I stare at her blankly trying to decipher what she was telling me, what did she mean easy way or hard way?

I let out a startled scream as she suddenly appeared in front of me, she cut open her wrist and forced my mouth open so she could make me drink it.

"Hard way it is then. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not." And then it all when black and I died.

And then I was a vampire. Damned to a eternal life of misery and loneliness. Something never change, even in death.

It took the first decade of my undead life before I could control my undying need to try and kill Katherine, I almost succeeded a couple times. It took the two to just tolerate being in the same room as her and after a while my hatred for her faded, replacing itself with pity. How could someone not fill pity for Katherine Pierce? Everything she ever went through made her who she is, and as much as she tries to convince everyone, she'd not a bad person. Sure she's selfish, but that doesn't mean she's evil.

I snap back into the present as I put the phone to my ear.

"There had better be a damn good reason your waking me up at-" I glance at my alarm clock. "4 in the morning Katherine!"

"What else do you have to do? You don't have a life"

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hang this phone up and put it on silent, Katherine." I snarl.

"God, no need to get sensitive." She teases.

"Katherine," I warn.

"I need your help." She replies somberly.

I sit up and throw my legs over my bed. "Where are you?" I ask, all traces of sleepiness immediately gone, Katherine would never ask for help if it wasn't important. She was too proud.

"Mystic Falls."