Because you're you-and I'm me
A/N: I know you're all dying to know what happens between Damon and Caroline, but I fear you'll have to hold on a bit longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own TVD.
~VD~
What is being alive?
Being alive should be a good thing. Feeling alive, we always associate it with exuberance and happiness.
But what if you're alive, but not living? You die at a certain point in life, and you carry on. Your body exists, but your spirit is broken?
What can you do?
~VD~
"I just don't understand why we're leaving again." The young man ran a hand through his hair, sighing at his unresponsive companion.
"Something's changed, Christopher. Something's changed with her." The older man ground out, eyes lost somewhere in his head.
"And how'd you know that?" He sighed again. It really got quite stressful, following Lucifer's whims all the time. He was good company when he wasn't in such a bad mood though, and after Casper, he didn't have anyone left.
His question wasn't answered, but when Lucifer's demon fangs came out, he knew that they needed to go to Caroline once more.
"I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what happened?" He asked, into seeming nothingness.
"Alrighty then." He rolled his eyes, and stepped on the gas pedal.
~VD~
"Every Supernatural being that would like to gain power by getting in her good graces will be flocking to Mystic Falls, where the Doppelganger resides. By now I really don't see an alternative to an all out war. I can't help but wonder how big the losses will be. It makes me...fear for my own safety."
Smoothing out the wrinkles on his suit, he turned around to the witch standing in front of him.
"I'd like for you to keep an eye on my dear brother. Can you do that for me, Greta?" He asked, the answer already looming over their heads.
~VD~
Katherine really should have been stronger.
God, she'd been telling herself to run as far away as she could, but stubbornly thought she'd be capable of resisting.
When they called to her, she couldn't resist for the life of her. She had never been compelled before, and the feeling was abhorrent.
She'd heard about the experience, of course. But having no free will, no control, was the worst thing in the world.
Tears started to stream down her cheeks when she went into the hospital room Caroline was being kept in. She thought about killing herself to prevent what she had to do, but the moment they sensed her reluctance, they began drilling into her mind again, until it became too painful for her to disobey.
She couldn't do this to Caroline.
Caroline was good. She was the best person alive, at this moment, Katherine sometimes thought. But being amazing didn't stop death from reaching out and grab you.
Katherine felt her chest cave in as her fingers reached forward on their own accord to wrap around her throat.
Caroline's eyes flew open, and she could've stared at Katherine for years, it wouldn't matter.
In reality, it was a mere second.
"Katherine?" She croaked in disbelief. Katherine's last attempt to fight was shut down as a searing pain went through her head, causing her throat to convulse and tears to roll down her cheeks in an unstopping flow.
"I'm so sorry, Caroline." She screamed, as the compulsion forced itself into her brain, and became altogether horrible disfigured in the face, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, as she flicked her thumb, and broke Caroline's neck.
The compulsion was broken instantly, and Katherine sank to the floor, spastically convulsing, blood escaping her as she desiccated on the spot, the lifelessness stilling the emotional pain only minutely.
~VD~
Death was nothing.
Death was kind, in some aspects. The realization that Caroline had died only hit her when she woke up an hour later, alone, in the dark, with an open window that brought in cold air she couldn't feel.
Death had been good. She had felt nothing. But now she was alive again, and she knew what had happened, and she couldn't bear the thought of that.
To say it destroyed her was an understatement.
But then memories hit her, and came rushing back to her, and she stopped being able to handle herself, and a scream tore out of her throat, and then she was silent.
And she could still die.
She could still find her bit of peace.
She didn't have to live with what came after death.
She could simply return to the place where there was nothing but kindness.
Death no longer seemed bad.
~VD~
Ok, we all know what's happening to Caroline, but now you get to decide if she should transition or give in to death. Both versions are plan-able in my head, but I'm thinking I should let you decide. So have at it.