Because you're you-and I'm me
A/N: So, I guess some of you are a little confused about Caroline's powers, right? Hopefully this chapter can clear it up.
A/N: When you picture Lucifer (Haha, yeah. Another weird name. Laugh all you want. ;P ), imagine him as Laurent, from Twilight. Alright? I also have a picture of what I imagine Lucas to look like on my profile. :P End, A/N.
One more A/N: I suck at writing fighting scenes. Hope it doesn't suck too bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own TVD. I make no profit with this story, except for improving my writing skills. Anything you recognize does not…*yawn* you know the drill.
~VD~
"Hello, Sweetheart."
Caroline stared at him. She kept telling herself she wouldn't be frightened, trusting it would work. He was really tall and petrifying as hell. His long, shadowy hair almost went past his shoulders, in addition to keeping it in dreadlocks. His skin, in the moonlight, was close to looking pitch black. His eyes, in a typical way for a demon, shone in a bright, crimson red. His hand was on her throat, cutting off her airways. She coughed and hacked. He smiled devilishly. Caroline gathered some strength, closed her eyes, and sent him flying. He smashed against a tree. Caroline was afraid for second that the tree would collapse, but Lucifer caught himself at the last second.
"Gotten stronger, have we?" He asked, wiping his lips. There was a little blood on them.
"It's been 3 years. Of course I have." She nodded, anger flaring up in her eyes. Her eyes turned bright green, shining just like his.
"I guess it's been too long, then. Nobody thought to check your hometown of course. Now it'll be harder to kill you." He said, acknowledging it. Then he leaped for her. She escaped. He began swiping, his long coat turning as he did. She narrowly avoided most of them. Some hit her arm, some her face, few her throat. No matter how good she would get, Lucifer was a professional. Trained by Casper himself. She needed to dig into her 'powers' as Klaus said, if she was going to win this. She saw him coming at her.
"You're not here to kill me." She noted, escaping an attack from him just narrowly. His attacks weren't meant to be lethal, only to weaken her enough so he could take her again. She took off her leather jacket, and proceeded to strangle him from behind. It didn't hurt him much, but it debilitated him for a while. He got up, and proceeded to grab her from behind. Her leather jacket was torn apart.
"Look at you, all grown-up. Remember the naïve 13 year old version of you? I miss her. She was easier to scare." He whispered into her ear, trying to lull her to sleep.
"You might be a demon, but you have no control over me anymore. Your bite stopped that." She pressed out, struggling against his hold. She pressed the heel of her shoe into his foot, and elbowed him in the gut, before shoving his nose into his brain and breaking his neck. She knew he wouldn't be down for long. Yet his antagonizing scream brought her immense pleasure. Payback's a bitch, isn't it? She fled further away from the Lockwood mansion, not wanting to bring attention to herself. The party was still going on, no doubt. She saw him get up, and crack his neck. Then he sped right in front of her again.
"You cannot escape me." He growled, standing across from her. "You cannot kill me either. I'm a demon. You cannot do anything, besides surrender. It will be a lot less painful." He snarled. Caroline raised her eyebrows.
"True. Your 'master' will just revive you. Even if I kill you." She pondered, sounding as if she was about to give up. "But I can make it hurt a hell of a lot." She spat out, focusing her mind on his mind. He began clutching his head, sinking to the ground. Caroline felt her nose beginning to bleed. She had to stop. Things like this would not kill him, and in the long haul, they would hurt her more than him. She looked towards his belt. He had a knife there. Just what she needed. She stopped. He immediately recovered and pushed her against a tree.
"Not bad. Where'd you learn to do that?" He asked, panting. She broke his arm. He yelled out in pain, but quickly snapped it back into place. He shook his head. Then he was on the ground, and his leg was broken. He could no longer see her. He snapped his leg into place, grunting. She had changed. Grown stronger. Where was she? When she was thirteen, he had kidnapped her, and brought her to Casper. He had initially been a part of her 'transformation' from human to supernatural killing machine. He had also delivered his fair share of bites to her. Casper had told them the more pain they brought her, the quicker her inner 'powers' would be released. Lucifer had left after he almost killed her one time. She had been so young. Yes, he too wanted to be rid of Klaus, but the very little morals he had had stopped him from continuing. He got up, and looked around. His morals were gone now.
Suddenly, someone got the drop on him. She was sitting on top of him, repeatedly punching him in the face, while also holding his airways closed. If he could not breathe, he could not fight. She was smart, he had to admit. Probably had some training. But he was a demon. He was centuries old. He disappeared from underneath her. She was no match for him, even if she had gotten stronger.
"I'm more powerful than you, darling. You cannot beat me." He said, overturning their positions. But she just pulled the same trick he had. She disappeared. Right from underneath him. He was confused. Only demons could do such tricks. Then he found his back was shattered. He screamed. He couldn't move for a few seconds, but quickly twisted back into place.
"How…how did you do that?" He requested, in rage. She cocked her head, and spat straight into his face.
"Did your little master not tell you that?" She asked, cracking her neck. He breathed out heavily, and swiped her across the face with her claws. Thick bloodstreams started dropping, but she didn't seem fazed. He was becoming desperate. She was becoming stronger. He got in a few good swipes, though. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but Caroline didn't even take notice.
"Did you…transition already?" He asked with horror in his eyes. She smirked. She held him in place, but it took a lot of concentration. She felt wounds open up on her legs, and abdomen. It felt as if she was losing a lot of blood. She had to finish this. She took a deep breath and stuck her hand inside his chest. Now she could stop the magic she was applying. She could feel herself ease. Even though her entire face had Demon scratches all over them. He wouldn't stop scratching, so she clutched his heart.
"No. And I never will. You can tell Casper that." She said, radiating confidence. She was going to win this. But he wasn't going to make it easy. The tide was definitely turning.
"Then how can you do what I can?" He asked, breathlessly, eyes wide with terror. The red was slowly disappearing. She knew what his next move was going to be. She was anticipating it. She smiled.
"Every single time one of you bit me, you unleashed one of your 'abilities' into me. Now I'm a human, with special abilities." She smirked, grabbing his heart tighter. "You feel that? I bet Casper can feel that too. He has your heart locked away somewhere, yes?" She asked, ripping it out.
"Ripping out my heart doesn't kill me, sweetheart." She made the heart disappear. It turned into ash.
"No, no it doesn't." She smirked. He looked confused. He pushed her off him, and tried pushing her against the wall. She made him fly away again, collapsing to the floor.
"Then what use was that move?" He asked, his skin already healed.
"You can't fight without a heart." She shrugged. "Your abilities are gone, Lulu."
He ran up to her, pushed her against the wall, reached for his belt, and stopped. His eyes widened, and then he glared at Caroline. She reversed the position, and kept her elbow pressed into his neck. She took out the knife with the other hand, and sliced her arm.
"Looking for this?" She asked. "This can kill you. Probably shouldn't carry it with you out in the open." She lectured, keeping him pinned to the wall. He couldn't escape.
"Why didn't Casper tell me this?" He choked out.
"Because he's a selfish, horrible, unholy bastard. You might want to reconsider your loyalties. I hope for your sake that he sees past this error and revives you. You need a new heart."
"You...that thing will only immobilize me. I'll be back."
"No." She stated grimly. "This time you die. Actually die. Joel has poisonous blood for demons, remember? He bit me too." She whispered into his ear. Then she gutted him with the knife, ripping it upwards through his organs, and sliced open his neck. She wasn't lying when she said she could make it hurt. None of his vital organs were left unharmed. Blood flew everywhere. Lucifer's antagonizing scream ripped through the night. He turned into black ash, and it flew away. The scream filled her mind. She shuddered. She had won, but only by a hairbreadth, and her smart thinking. She was alone now, even though the bloodcurdling scream still lingered, and her wounds were beginning to bleed dry.
She felt herself go weak. She began coughing, hacking, and felt blood in her mouth. She had won, but had it come at too high a cost? Would she survive this? How many more did he send? Lucifer had been the best, but at her current state, the others could easily take her. She tried to fight it, but felt her world go black.
~VD~
Damon woke up in a cell. He took in his surroundings. It felt familiar. There were no vervain restrictions this time. He wasn't restricted at all. But he felt the need for blood. How long had he gone without? What day was it now anyway? What was the last thing he remembered? He blinked a few times, trying to focus.
Caroline. Yes, Caroline. He remembered smelling Caroline's blood while he was talking to Elena. He immediately left her side to run towards the source. What he found, terrified him to no end. Caroline, dead. Or, he thought she was dead. The amount of blood left in her wasn't a good sign.
He had screamed for help. Nobody heard him. He had forced as much of his blood down Caroline's throat as he could, before he remembered that it hadn't helped a bit. Plus, when she was drunk, she had very obviously shown him that she could heal herself. How was this possible? Who was his girlfriend? If she was still alive. Because he didn't remember much afterwards. He remembered crying. He remembered kissing her forehead. And then he remembered a prick, much like the one he had gotten when Caroline vervained him. Some cheeky bastard had vervained him.
Damon grunted. Was Caroline dead? Had someone taken her to a hospital? Damon shook his head, as he realized he didn't know Caroline one bit. Sure, he knew she was a baddass, she liked Metal, and her favorite color was green and black. He knew her favorite flowers were white roses, and she was completely opposed to stereotyping. Those things were very superficial.
He knew she had many scars. He knew she had to somehow be supernatural. But she seemed human. She acted human. Unless she was drunk. Then she made wounds appear, made Stefan fly across the room, and made wounds disappear. Her blood tasted human, he knew that too. He knew about her secret tattoo. He knew what she wanted in the future. She wanted a normal life. He also knew he most likely wasn't going to be a part of it. But he wanted to be.
He knew she wasn't big on mushiness. He knew she liked hot sex. He knew she fought like a lion for the people she cared about. He knew someone was after her, hence the million scars and the continuous hospital visits. He knew she'd probably been to hell. He knew she had trust issues.
Damon sighed. Yes, he knew a lot if he really thought about it. But he wanted to know where her issues originated. He had to get out of here. He heard someone come to the door. It was Stefan.
"Well, hello, brother." Stefan smirked.
"We both know the wrong brother is locked up in here." Damon coughed. How long had he been in here?
"I can't have you going after Elena." Stefan said, threateningly. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Who cares about Elena? She's boring as hell." Damon shrugged.
"But she looks like Katherine. You'll no doubt try to take Elena from me." Stefan said, feeling offended.
"Does Zack know about your past? Or did you conveniently describe it without your bumpy wagon ride?" Damon asked, feeling annoyed.
"What Zack doesn't know won't hurt him." Stefan said, stone cold expression.
"Where's my ring?" Damon felt another cough coming on.
"You won't be needing it anymore."
"I need to get to Caroline!"
"You will never hurt Caroline again." Stefan said, a bitter frown forming on his face.
"I never hurt Caroline. You hurt her more than I did. If anything hurts her, it's when people tell her what she cannot do. She hates being commanded."
"Then why was she found, completely bloodied, almost bled dry? That's your M.O."
"My Modus Operandi? Really, Stefan? I'm clean-cut, you know that, ripper." Damon spat out. Stefan looked livid.
"Are you suggesting I did it? I feed on animals. I do not prey on the innocent." Stefan said. Damon wanted to bash his face in.
"Not right now you don't. Where's my ring?" He tried again. Stefan shook his head.
"You won't be needing it anymore, like I said."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Reeducate you."
"You mean starve me?"
"You'll grow weaker. Eventually you won't be able to move or speak. In a week your skin will desiccate, you'll mummify and eventually, you'll become a living corpse. Unable to hurt anyone, ever."
"I haven't hurt anyone." Damon groaned out. Stefan just laughed.
"The marks on Caroline say otherwise." Damon darted to the door, taking hold of Stefan.
"I would never, and will never hurt Caroline. You got that?" He asked, completely livid. Stefan twisted his hand over. Damon yelled in pain. Stefan just smiled devilishly. Suddenly, they heard a bang. Damon looked around, confused. Stefan looked worried. Bonnie appeared, dragging Zack by an ear. She looked absolutely furious. Stefan stared at her. Bonnie looked like a warrior goddess.
"You. You're going to let Damon go this instant, or I swear, I will make your arteries pop so many times you wish you were never born." She said, releasing Zack, as he fell to the floor. He was unconscious.
"Why would you want him out? He killed Caroline!" Stefan yelled. Bonnie looked at him irritated.
"What are you talking about, Fuckface? Caroline's in the hospital. She's alive. She's tougher than you, ripper." She spat out. Stefan glared at her. He was about to launch at her, but she gave him a massive brain aneurysm. Stefan crumbled to the floor.
"I'm not the bad guy here, Bonnie!" Stefan screamed.
"Really? Because I don't see anyone else locking up their brother out of irrational fear they'll steal their girlfriend. Do you, Damon?" She asked, slightly amused. She was still livid, but Stefan was just laughable.
"That's not why he's in there! He's a monster!" He yelled. Bonnie slapped him across the face. Stefan looked at her confused.
"Get your head out of your ass, Stefan! The only monster here is you. Damon loves Caroline. He hasn't hurt her. How do I know that? Oh, I don't know, the fact that the bite marks on Caroline aren't from a vampire? You should stop fuckin' judging everyone, when you have done so much worse. Now let him out, before you lose the only person who still cares about you." Bonnie screamed into his face. Stefan looked completely taken aback. He had no idea there was so much power in such a little creature.
"I have Elena." Stefan acknowledged.
"You don't have Elena. Damon met Elena first you fuck face. She just doesn't remember it. But you can't have her become a vampire and remember that, can you? She'll love you, as long as she doesn't become a vampire. Damon's your only companion for eternity."
"I have Lexie."
"And how often do you see her? If I were you, I'd make nice with Damon real quick. Because even though, yes, he's killed people, he doesn't rip them apart and stick them back together." She said, her voice putting on a threatening tone. Stefan stumbled backwards, and Bonnie proceeded to break his neck. Damon stared at her.
"Thank you…witchy." He said, completely astounded.
"I didn't do this for you." Bonnie said, annoyed.
"Still, thank you." He repeated. Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"Caroline's at the hospital, in a coma. I have your ring. Don't make me regret this."
"How did you know all that stuff?"
"I am a witch." She shrugged. Damon put on his ring, and sped away. Bonnie took Stefan's ring, and disappeared.
~VD~
Caroline was surrounded by blackness. She wondered if she was ever going to wake up. It seemed as though the darkness had lulled her into a void, in which she was trapped, reliving each painful memory, seeing each hated face.
She remembered Lucifer. The first time she had seen him was in a restaurant. She had gone to the bathroom, because the food had made her sick. He had appeared in the mirror in front of her, and shot her three times.
The next thing she remembered, was waking in a cell, Aldon by her side. Aldon, the only friendly face she saw those three months. The only one who had bothered giving her food and drinks once in a while.
Apart from Casper, whose face she had forgotten, there had been 18 other tormentors. 19 different beings had scarred her skin. The first time she saw Casper, she had snarked about something. She had received her first bite-mark for that comment. Since then she should have learned to shut up, but she never did. And what did she get from that? A whole body full of scars.
Why her? What was so special about her? Why did it have to be her? Klaus claimed to know the answer. She just didn't know if she could rely on a truthful answer from him.
She often wondered what would have happened, had Klaus not come to save her. She was sure Aldon had tipped off Klaus that Casper was creating a weapon to kill him. Klaus probably had intended to kill that weapon. She didn't know what made him save her instead. But at that point, death probably would have been salvation.
She remembered her talks with Lucifer. He was the only one actually talking to her about what was going on. She knew that secretly, a big share of the eighteen were disgusted by what they were doing to her, but their hatred towards Klaus took over.
She remembered Casper talking to her. She knew as soon as each of the eighteen had left their bite marks, that he'd planned on turning her. The only one who never got to place her bite-mark was Caia. She had been Casper's Lover.
Caroline remembered hating her. Caroline remembered each near-death experience. Each and every set of teeth, fangs, or claw marks had a different sort of pain to it. Caroline remembered crying rivers. Caroline remembered Lucifer telling her to stop the damn crying, to preserve the little bodily fluid she still had left.
Caroline remembered the feeling of immense gratitude when Klaus had rescued her, only to be placed in a small room again, the hospital. She hated hospitals. Hated them so bad. Yet, she had to be delivered into them, time and time again.
Caroline finds she's still surrounded by blackness. The last thing she remembered, was being victorious against Lucifer. She remembered sharing kisses with Damon before.
Caroline remembered Damon. Yes, Damon. The beautiful creature, that brought back his humanity for her.
Her vampire.
She loved him. She knew that now. She wanted to cry. But she was in a void. There seemed no way out. She focused really hard, and heard beeping. Not a fucking hospital again. Would she ever wake up?
And then Caroline wondered.
Why was she only remembering all of this now? Why had her past been blurry before, and was so clear now? She remembered the fight she had with Lucifer. He had grasped her hand before she gutted him. Sneaky bastard, given her back her memories.
Caroline Forbes did not know when she was going to wake up. But she knew one thing:
When she did, Casper was going to pay.
Beep, Beep
~VD~
Ooh…creepy. O o Did that clear things up a bit? I hope so. Either way, yay. We've learned more about Caroline's past, nearly uncovered it all. But what's the fun, if I don't leave a little bit of mystery at least? Hrngghfff..:D Read and Review.