(TVD) Klaroline - I Intend To Be Your Last

There Goes The Peace

"The darkest parts of me can handle the darkest parts of you."

A spec of blood dripped from the knive. Then another, and another. A pile of blood now occupied the dusty and rough floor beneath my feet.

   This is the third day I've been in the cellar with Mikael. I've hit and knifed and done all sorts of horrible things to make him tell me the cure, but he never budged even a little. While I went out to hunt (which resulted in numerous un-detached heads from the victims bodies) the others had a turn in torturing Mikael. It was mostly Klaus and Damon, but even Stefan and Elena each had a helping hand. Bonnie spent most of the hours researching the history of my disease, which they named Ripper Format, and Jeremy helped her.

    I didn't socialize with any of them, really. If it was my turn to torture Mikael, I insisted that I would do it alone. I also hunted alone; for the two obvious reasons; 1. I hated people. 2. Who would want to see me rip of someone's head? That's right, no one. And if I wasn't doing either of those, I would just walk- alone, of course. It anybody had any interjections about this, they didn't tell me.

    My turn to be with Mikael was just over; Damon was taking over. Just as I shut the door of the cellar, I heard a silent scream, which must have come from Mikael. Damon doesn't waste any time.

     "You leaving?" Stefan asked me once I reached the living room. Him, Elena, Bonnie and Elijah were gathered around. All eyes were on me.

    "Yeah. I have something I need to do."

    "You're going to feed?" asked Elena. Her face looked worried.

    I nodded. There was no point in lying.

    "You should let us come with you, Care." Elena smiled softly. "I'm sure that you could use the company."

   "No," was my immediate answer. It always was.

   "We are coming with you," interrupted Elijah, "wether you like it or not. Elena and I will go, while the others take care of Mikael."

    "Okay, whatever. It's not like I care anymore." My voice was husky; like all the words were forced. "Let's go then."

      After a few glances at the others (which they all thought I didn't see) Elena and Elijah follow my flank. It's funny, really, know almost everyone is acting like we're all the best of friends. I guess when it comes to my well being, they'd do whatever it takes to help. God. I feel so loved.

     It takes less than ten minutes to find my next victim. I'm not usually a picky eater, but lately I'm only up for the good- the fresh blood. This man, or boy even, had what I needed. His blood smelled lovely. It was just what I craved.

      As soon as my teeth connected with his neck, I felt Elena tense behind me. That didn't stop me, though. I continued to feed, and even when I felt his head disconnecting from his head, I still kept going.

    "Caroline," a hasty Elijah said. "I think you've had enough- come now."

     I ignored him. My head moved side to side as the blood came pouring out. I let out a breath when the blood comes to a stop. The head is still attached to the body, but not by a lot. Push it aside with little strength, it would fall off. I let the body drop. My body turned in the direction of Elena and Elijah, who were staring at me in wonder. Well, Elijah was. Elena looked startled.

     "Well, where to next?" I asked joyfully.

      "Back to the house, I suppose," answered Elijah. Elena shot him a glare.