Caroline was not the same after "that night". Damon has been left alone when he needed them most. Klaus had left to search for his mother with his siblings. Caroline saves Damon, Klaus saves Caroline and Damon just tries to keep everyone alive. What...
I'm so sorry it took so long to update! Honestly, it felt as if no one was even reading it so I left it lay for a while. But rest assured, I'll now be picking up the slack. Expect an update every two days. The story is now complete and has a sequel so... tell me what you think.
When Damon returned the next morning, his face had taken a rather ashen colour and his eyes turned a few shades darker than usual. Liz was sitting on Caroline's bed, the girl was awake but otherwise unresponsive as the woman braided her hair and sang a soft lullaby. The moment the man's face became visible, Liz tied the braid and swiftly got up.
"What's the matter? You... what did you find there?" the nervous stutter in her voice spoke of her worry and Damon decided to aid in that regard by pouring both of them a glass of bourbon. Taking a swig of the drink, Liz then focused her attention on the vampire's tale. He launched into a detailed description of the site, then he spoke of the way he'd found Katherine positioned – Liz had a hard time listening when this came up. In spite of the many sick things she'd seen in her line of work, this had taken the cake for sure. Who could think to twist a person's body so grotesquely and yet keep the person alive? It was cruel and inhumane! – then he finally began telling the necessary details, like foot prints and method of attack.
As he was reaching the end of it, Liz was already caught between crying and laughing in disbelief. From what Damon has managed to gather, the... thing that killed Katherine is quite possibly the same one that violated Caroline. Now, usually, should a case like this arise at the precinct she would feel mildly sad and extremely angered, however this wasn't just another case where she could ignore all personal feelings. No! This was her daughter, this was about her and her friends and ... Damn it all to hell! It hurt like a bitch!
Both were so caught up in their own painful memories and their heartache that neither paid any mind to the opening of the front door or the man entering the house. Klaus had arrived at just the opportune moment to hear Damon's declaration of "It might be the same bastard that did this to Caroline". And since the hybrid had never been one for patience, the second the information registered in his mind, he punched a wall and stormed inside the kitchen. Liz was startled and Damon on guard, but both relaxed and yet grew more worried as they saw him.
"Klaus... you're back!" Liz exclaimed and stumbled towards the wrathful man, her mind having a pleasant buzz from all the bourbon she'd consumed. Failing to hug him properly due to the alcohol she'd drunk, she instead gripped his upper arm and began crying. The woman stayed in that position for a long time, enough for the two males to communicate the next course of action by just staring at each other. The obvious care they both felt for the girl in the next room had more than once led to their working together, but at this time, it was so much more tying the two supernatural creatures. A nod and it was over. They knew what had to be done, but first, Caroline had to be brought back to the land of the living and, if there was any way, then Bonnie should be healed as well.
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There was a sense of peace all around her and she wished for it to never end...There was a light that she knew would never fade, yet somehow she also knew she would leave this paradise behind for she was tainted. Then the calm was trashed and she was ripped from heaven once more.
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I was drifting, I realized that much the very second I got here, but where or why or even how I did not discover ever. I also was aware that this ... place was not real. It couldn't possibly be real as all I felt, saw, smelt, heard or tasted was pure white ... nothing. I wasn't aware of eating anything, I didn't have a body. I was light and that was... in itself, a wonder and a lie. I had a body, somewhere. I had a normal, real, flesh and blood and bones and muscles and all that made up a body, but my mind was elsewhere, I realized a few... minutes? hours? days? weeks? later, and I felt oddly comforted. If I wasn't real, then I could feel no pain, no sadness no... no love, no joy. I started crying. I could somehow feel the salty water run down my face, but I couldn't move my hand to wipe it away. My mind was still lost here... wherever here was.
White surrounded me everywhere and the peace I felt deep within was infinite. I never wanted to leave, but I knew, more than ever before in my life, that I should.
If I stayed longer, I would remain trapped and ...
Mum! I yelled and it echoed throughout every corner. I wanted to panic if only to know I was alive still, but the perpetual calmness overwhelmed me.
"Mum?!" I heard myself utter and I felt my mouth move. How? For so long I had been lost, why now? I tried again, but this time, nothing. I swirled around, eyes darting in all and every direction all at once and my head hurt! I was awaking! Ugh, why was I waking up? No no no no no NO! STOP! I don't want to wake up!
I don't want real, I take it back! Real hurts! I cried out, but no words emerged from my mouth.
I take it back! I take it back! I take it back! Please please please! STOP!
I felt like screaming! I was screaming. Why am I so stupid?! Why did I wish to return?!
"Klaus! She is waking up! I can't hold her down any more!" I heard mum speak. She sounded distressed, afraid even. Why? Was it something I did? Did I hurt her?
And ... Klaus... what was he doing here? Last I heard he left after ... Esther, was it?! What happened? Why can't I remember?!
"Caroline? Sweetie? Are you there?" No mum, I'm in Timbuktu! Yes, I'm here! Wait! Wait wait wait! My voice... Can't I speak? Why can't I speak? Panic, I felt it now, I was filled with it, gradually swallowing me whole.
"Shh! Calm down. I'm here. Nod if you can understand me honey." she spoke as one would a baby or perhaps an idiot. I was neither. I peered through my heavy eyelashes and glared as best as I could. She was staring at me, patient and eager. Begrudgingly I nodded. What harm would it do?
"Can you speak?" I shook my head. Vaguely I heard a man- Damon?!- mutter something. I almost jumped at his neck. But I couldn't move. Why couldn't I...
Oh! Oh oh oh! I was tied. To my bed... weird...
"Yes, one second. I just... we need to make sure you won't attack us again, honey." Again? When did I? Never mind... I just want out of these things. Who came up with this genius idea? Damon? Or maybe someone else... Klaus? Nah, can't be him. He's... I'm not sure what he is, but he wouldn't do this to me, right?
"Okay, I'll cut these ones, but promise you won't do anything rash." Sure, what would I do? Rip into someone's throat? I saw the scissors move up above my head and felt them graze my arm before hearing the tale-tell snip! and my hands were free. I gingerly rubbed each wrist in turn as I looked expectantly at mum and Damon. Ha! I knew it had been him! And, surprise, surprise, Klaus. What the hell was going on here? And why the kicked puppy look on their faces?
