Sorry that this chapter is so short! But I made a promise and I'll keep going ASAP. And I will no longer 'hold my chapters hostage' in return for reviews ;) Don't worry there is more coming I promise :) Enjoy - also any points you want me to address feel free to say, I'm open to all sorts of input…. unless I really hate a character, then I can be sort of biased! oops! :)
"Oh great, that's just what I wanted to happen!" She mutters as the hard chokes to death around her. She's been talking to herself for hours now, nothing from Stefan, she not sure how this is meant to happen but the bite seems to be affecting him much more than it did her. Okay Caroline, what the heck do we do now? She's not sure she has any tears left when she realises she isn't human anymore, she doesn't need tears, or a car for that matter. She jumps out immediately and speeds over to Stefan pulling him over her shoulder feeling all of her muscles tense, if she doesn't start running now she never will. She wonders if vampires get an adrenaline rush in times of need. Her leg muscles begin to burn the closer she gets to New Orleans, she wonders why more vampires don't do this, there must be a reason vampires use cars right? There has to be. Although she hopes she's wrong, she hopes they're all just lazy. She has no idea where she is at this point, she's praying her heart knows where to go, and that she's seen enough signs to be heading in the right direction. She's about to collapse in a heap, but she can't, she doesn't have a choice. If she stops running Stefan is dead, the man who hasn't yet left her is still alive, and she's going to bloody keep it that way whether it kills her or not -and if it kills her she'll have less to worry about, a few less decisions to make.
She doesn't understand how, but she makes it to the centre of the damn French Quarter, the last place on Earth she'd really intended to be in the next century, or thirty centuries. She supposes she looks like hell and she couldn't really care less right now, she wishes she could have some luck, once, that she could keep one friend.
"Stefan?"
Caroline turns around to see Rebekah, and then everything fades. She feels herself slipping, her vision fading. Help him, she whispers, save him... but she's not sure the words ever went from her mind to her mouth. She doesn't even care where she is now, if Stefan's dead they can bury her in a coffin and seal it shut for good. She wants no part in this world if the only decent people there are end up dead. No part at all.