Is It Wrong? (A Klaroline Fic)

I'll Find Myself Today

"We're not staying there for a whole week," Enzo groaned, glaring back at Caroline through his rearview mirror. Caroline just so happened to be cramming in the last of her luggage into the car's compact trunk. They had made a quick stop at her house to pick up a few belongings, at her request, before they travelled down to Atlanta together.

In order to safely recover Stefan from the travelers, Caroline had agreed to go along with Enzo to locate and dispose of Stefan's last known doppelganger. Unfortunately, Stefan was not allowed to leave from the travelers' watch.

"And what if we can't find him?" Caroline snapped as she slammed the trunk's door closed - possibly a little too hard as a small crack formed on the back window.

Enzo watched her in dismay, tightly closed his eyes while pinching the bridge of his nose eyes with his thumb and fore finger. "The travelers are detaining Stefan to keep track of his doppelganger, remember? And this is a new car. Try to have a little decency."

Caroline opened the passenger door and leapt inside. "You stole it! I was perfectly fine with taking my car, but here we are."

"Easy now. We have a seven hour drive, so let's try to at least pretend to like one another."

Caroline huffed in protest but knew she would have to get used to him, at least for now.

Over the course of their late night to early morning drive, Enzo gradually began to reveal more about his unknown past and share stories of his time confined to Wes's lab, including the repulsive things Wes conducted on Damon and him for several years. Caroline could only listen to his words, disheartened that anyone, even Damon, should have to go through what Enzo was detailing to her.

"Sounds like something Damon would do," Caroline mumbled to Enzo's thorough retelling of how Damon left him to burn in his cell.

Enzo merely chuckled to her comment. "He is a monster," Enzo said. It was something the two could agree on.

Out of nowhere, and after Enzo had finished speaking, Caroline suddenly began to fell incredibly nauseous and drowsy. Ever since being turned, she had never once felt particularly fatigued, especially out of the blue like how she felt now. This feeling could only be compared to being drugged with vervain, minus the excruciating pain part. She placed her palm on her forehead and leaned against the window.

Enzo eventually glanced over at her. "Everything all right, Blondie?"

"Yeah, just feeling a little drained for some reason. Do you think we could stop and get - ?"

"No." Enzo quickly cut her off. "Time is a luxury that we do not have, especially for sporadic stops."

"I just - I don't know what's happening," Caroline said, her voice becoming muddled. "I could just pass out right now."

Enzo heaved out a loud sigh. "For goodness sake, Sweetheart, just sleep and rest your eyes for now, or something." He paused before scoffing, "And how are you even tired?"

"I don't know." She closed her eyes for a few moments and instantly felt a luring to sleep. She quickly opened her eyes - something did not feel right about this at all.

"Do you need a bite?" Enzo asked, subtly. "There are blood bags are in the back -"

"No, this is different. We need to stop."

Enzo ran a hand through his hair. "Fine. Where?"

As they were passing by a sign for the city of Jefferson, a billboard listing a coffee house suddenly appeared on a list with other various fast food stops.