(TVD) Klaroline - I Intend To Be Your Last

A Little Rush To Hell

"I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye."

Klaus and I met up every single day for two whole weeks. We talked -mostly about me- and sometimes, we kissed. One of the good parts of having my humanity off is that I don't feel bad for kissing him. I felt like kissing him was something I had to do. It was something I knew I had to do for a long time.

     Every so often, I even spoke to Stefan and the others (although, it was more Stefan than anyone else). I knew that they all thought that I might be regaining my humanity back again, but the truth was that I wasn't. I was sliding deeper and deeper into the cracks.

    My thirst for human blood has become unbearable. Every night, Mikael and sometimes Alex, would accompany me in my hunt for a meal. When I was with Alex, we did the routine of me pretending that I was his dead wife; and we'd lie in the middle of the road until a car was forced to stop.

  With Mikael, we just we straight for the kill. There was no fun in it. It was just pick a human and drink, then leave. I preferred to hunt with Alex.

   Then the day came that Klaus and I didn't meet up anymore. There isn't much to say, really. We both just stopped showing up to our meeting place. He didn't text, or call, and after a while I stopped waiting.

      Mikael finally came to the conclusion that I was getting deeper than a ripper. Yes, I took pleasure in my victims, but come a few weeks, I couldn't go a few hours with fresh blood in my system. I had heard him say to Alex that I might become a problem.

     Today, I met up with Stefan again. Our conversations weren't the same as before, but we both didn't seem uncomfortable about that; we just talked as if everything was normal.

   "You can only go a few hours without fresh blood in your system?" asked a puzzled Stefan. His face took on that expression once I had told him.

   "Yeah, Mikael said that I'm more than a ripper." The words were a little distorted- my teeth were gritted together.

    Stefan stared at me. "What happens if you go over the few hours; and you don't have some fresh blood?"

    "My body.. heats up," I told him. "Everything becomes blurry, like I can't see properly; then I start hallucinating."

    "Is that all?"

   I hesitated for a few long seconds. "This has only happened once; but it's like I go crazy. My mind doesn't work the way it does when I have fresh blood- it's like it craves it."

    Stefan turned his head, as if in deep thought. Or maybe he's just disgusted with me. When he turned back around, his face takes on a softer tone. "This isn't something I've heard of before.'' His voice was low, hard to hear over the rumble of passing cars. I leaned closer. "I'll try to get some information. There must be someone who knows about this."

   I nodded. "That's a good idea."

  He stood up hesitantly. "I'll call you when I find something-" Stefan looked down at me. "In the meantime, keep yourself well fed."

   "I will."

  Stefan frowned deeply, and his mouth opened. "Caroline, take care of yourself. Alright?" he pressed.

   It took me a while to reply, but eventually, I did. "I will." Stefan smiled, and before he could leave, I added something else in a briskly -yet soft- voice: "You take care of yourself, too."