Seven Days: Chapter 8
A ForWood Fic
Caroline's POV
Oh crap. It's around three in the afternoon and I'm starving. I've been running back and forth to pick up my dress for tomorrow's home coming dance, shoes, and a whole lot of other stuff.
When I got home, I rummaged the little fridge I have inside my room for a blood pack. But there was none.
Oh no. I had run out of blood packs.
The easiest solution would be to feed on the first stranger I see lurking near my house. But no. I wasn't a rogue vampire. I don't drink directly from humans. Just from animals or from the blood packs Damon steals. But then, I had run out of blood packs. I don't have time to be picky.
Usually, I would have just gone to the Salvatores and get some packs but now I've decided it's time for me to hunt.
I went to the Old Wood and my senses immediately heightened. Like it knows what I'm about to do. My eye sight was more than the perfect 20/20 vision; I can see even the tiniest details of everything around me, specks of dust in the wind and the barely noticeable sway of the leaves.
The hearing was another thing. Not only do I hear it when someone is coming from a couple of feet away but I can also hear the faint rustle of leaves and the river flowing a few miles ahead.
And then I saw my prey.
I knew I should have hiked to the mountains to feed on grizzlies or lions but I figured my current state of starvation won't help so I had to settle with a few bunnies.
I began feeding and draining the rabbits. I could hear footsteps nearing but I was oblivious. Oblivious because I was in bloodlust. That feeling of satisfaction from feeding. And that feeling of satisfaction drowned all humanity and cautiousness in every feeding vampire.
"What the hell are you doing?" A voice broke me out of my reverie. I froze in place and released the drained rabbit.
Tyler Lockwood.
If I had not recognized his voice, I would have sprung at him, bared my fangs and sucked the life out of him.
But I know I could not. Come to think of it, are you ever able to kill, or even just hurt, someone who means so much to you?
I steadied my breathing, counted from one to ten and felt myself slowly relax. Then I turned around.
"Caroline?" His tone sounded of disbelief. He was staring at me in shock like I was some kind of monster.
He quickly backed away and ran. I made no move of pursuing him knowing I would just scare him. I thought it would be best if I gave him space and time for the reality that I was a vampire sink into him.
I walked home listlessly and slowly only to find him lurking at my doorstep.
I stood in my ground, just across the street, as he stares at me funny.
"Tyler? What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I don't exactly know. But there's something I wanted to talk about," he shrugged.
I walked right in and allowed him to enter.
"Look, Ty. About what you saw.."
"I honestly don't care."
I felt heat at the back of my eyes and something inside me breaking. I couldn't speak so I just turned away from him.
He doesnt care what I am. He would just leave because I was this vampire he was brought up hating. Curse you, Katherine.
He instead grabbed my wrists and said, "I don't care what you are."
"What?" I was flustered.
He wheeled me around and made me face him. He took my face in his hands and looked straight into my eyes. Olive meeting brown ones.
"I said, I don't care what you are," he spoke carefully, never taking his brown eyes off mine.
"You don't care that I am this vicious blood sucking monster?" I said.
"No, I don't. All that matters is that I love you no matter who or what you are."
"Ty. I'm a vampire. How could you not care?" I told him as if it were the simplest thing on earth when in fact it wasn't. It isn't. And never would be the simplest thing.
"Because I love you," Tyler said earnestly.
"You don't know what you're saying Ty," I tried compelling him but I felt it's not working. He was not on vervain, I could sense that. He was something else. Only another supernatural being could withstand compulsion.
And I couldn't help but ask, "What are you?"
His eyes widened in disbelief and fidgeted nervously.
"You know what I am. Might as well tell me what you are," I said, insisting.
"I- I don't know what you're saying, Care," he lets go of me and turns away.
I waited. Waited. Waited. And waited.
"I'm a werewolf, okay?" he said exasperatedly.
"You're a what?!" I asked in utter incredulity.
He was a werewolf.
And the only way to trigger that damned curse was to have killed someone. To kill someone. Tyler killed someone. He could not. Couldn't he?
"Well Mason says I am. But I've never really transformed into one. He says that something has to crank this thing up for me to be a full werewolf but won't tell me what it is," he explained, still eyeing the floor.
So he isn't a real werewolf. Not the one that transforms once a month anyway. One bite from him wouldn't kill vampires. Well at least not yet.
"Care?"
"I'm sorry. I'm just-well-freaking out, I guess," I said not looking at him.
"Yeah. How come you never told me you were a vampire?"
"How come you never told me you were a werewolf?"
"Fine point. But, Caroline. I don't care what you are. I don't. Not even in the slightest bit."
"I'm a vampire," I reiterated, trying to make him see sense.
"I know. I just don't care," he insisted.
I stared at him for a long moment before finally realising there was no way on earth. I was convincing him. I sighed heavily.
"I'm not giving up on you, Care. I'm never giving up. Whether you're a vampire, a werewolf or a witch, I'm not giving up. I hope you know that.," Tyler said, grasping my hands in his.
I smiled at him tightly as if saying "You don't know what you're getting yourself into." He smiled in response and gave my hand a little squeeze.
Learning what Caroline was, I suppose is the scariest thing aside from knowing I was a supernatural being myself. I know it should have scared the living crap out of me. But it didn't. I don't know why but I didn't really freak out.
I look at Caroline and I don't see a vampire. I see the Sheriff's daughter. I see the blonde know it all I used to tease. I see the girl I have grown to love.
I guess that's what love is right? I mean, you have to accept the differences, put them aside and make it work. And when you love someone, you don't judge them for what or who they are. You just love them. Period. Nothing more, nothing less.
When I got home, I rummaged the little fridge I have inside my room for a blood pack. But there was none.
Oh no. I had run out of blood packs.
The easiest solution would be to feed on the first stranger I see lurking near my house. But no. I wasn't a rogue vampire. I don't drink directly from humans. Just from animals or from the blood packs Damon steals. But then, I had run out of blood packs. I don't have time to be picky.
Usually, I would have just gone to the Salvatores and get some packs but now I've decided it's time for me to hunt.
I went to the Old Wood and my senses immediately heightened. Like it knows what I'm about to do. My eye sight was more than the perfect 20/20 vision; I can see even the tiniest details of everything around me, specks of dust in the wind and the barely noticeable sway of the leaves.
The hearing was another thing. Not only do I hear it when someone is coming from a couple of feet away but I can also hear the faint rustle of leaves and the river flowing a few miles ahead.
And then I saw my prey.
I knew I should have hiked to the mountains to feed on grizzlies or lions but I figured my current state of starvation won't help so I had to settle with a few bunnies.
I began feeding and draining the rabbits. I could hear footsteps nearing but I was oblivious. Oblivious because I was in bloodlust. That feeling of satisfaction from feeding. And that feeling of satisfaction drowned all humanity and cautiousness in every feeding vampire.
"What the hell are you doing?" A voice broke me out of my reverie. I froze in place and released the drained rabbit.
Tyler Lockwood.
If I had not recognized his voice, I would have sprung at him, bared my fangs and sucked the life out of him.
But I know I could not. Come to think of it, are you ever able to kill, or even just hurt, someone who means so much to you?
I steadied my breathing, counted from one to ten and felt myself slowly relax. Then I turned around.
"Caroline?" His tone sounded of disbelief. He was staring at me in shock like I was some kind of monster.
He quickly backed away and ran. I made no move of pursuing him knowing I would just scare him. I thought it would be best if I gave him space and time for the reality that I was a vampire sink into him.
I walked home listlessly and slowly only to find him lurking at my doorstep.
I stood in my ground, just across the street, as he stares at me funny.
"Tyler? What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I don't exactly know. But there's something I wanted to talk about," he shrugged.
I walked right in and allowed him to enter.
"Look, Ty. About what you saw.."
"I honestly don't care."
I felt heat at the back of my eyes and something inside me breaking. I couldn't speak so I just turned away from him.
He doesnt care what I am. He would just leave because I was this vampire he was brought up hating. Curse you, Katherine.
He instead grabbed my wrists and said, "I don't care what you are."
"What?" I was flustered.
He wheeled me around and made me face him. He took my face in his hands and looked straight into my eyes. Olive meeting brown ones.
"I said, I don't care what you are," he spoke carefully, never taking his brown eyes off mine.
"You don't care that I am this vicious blood sucking monster?" I said.
"No, I don't. All that matters is that I love you no matter who or what you are."
"Ty. I'm a vampire. How could you not care?" I told him as if it were the simplest thing on earth when in fact it wasn't. It isn't. And never would be the simplest thing.
"Because I love you," Tyler said earnestly.
"You don't know what you're saying Ty," I tried compelling him but I felt it's not working. He was not on vervain, I could sense that. He was something else. Only another supernatural being could withstand compulsion.
And I couldn't help but ask, "What are you?"
His eyes widened in disbelief and fidgeted nervously.
"You know what I am. Might as well tell me what you are," I said, insisting.
"I- I don't know what you're saying, Care," he lets go of me and turns away.
I waited. Waited. Waited. And waited.
"I'm a werewolf, okay?" he said exasperatedly.
"You're a what?!" I asked in utter incredulity.
He was a werewolf.
And the only way to trigger that damned curse was to have killed someone. To kill someone. Tyler killed someone. He could not. Couldn't he?
"Well Mason says I am. But I've never really transformed into one. He says that something has to crank this thing up for me to be a full werewolf but won't tell me what it is," he explained, still eyeing the floor.
So he isn't a real werewolf. Not the one that transforms once a month anyway. One bite from him wouldn't kill vampires. Well at least not yet.
"Care?"
"I'm sorry. I'm just-well-freaking out, I guess," I said not looking at him.
"Yeah. How come you never told me you were a vampire?"
"How come you never told me you were a werewolf?"
"Fine point. But, Caroline. I don't care what you are. I don't. Not even in the slightest bit."
"I'm a vampire," I reiterated, trying to make him see sense.
"I know. I just don't care," he insisted.
I stared at him for a long moment before finally realising there was no way on earth. I was convincing him. I sighed heavily.
"I'm not giving up on you, Care. I'm never giving up. Whether you're a vampire, a werewolf or a witch, I'm not giving up. I hope you know that.," Tyler said, grasping my hands in his.
I smiled at him tightly as if saying "You don't know what you're getting yourself into." He smiled in response and gave my hand a little squeeze.
Tyler's POV
Learning what Caroline was, I suppose is the scariest thing aside from knowing I was a supernatural being myself. I know it should have scared the living crap out of me. But it didn't. I don't know why but I didn't really freak out.
I look at Caroline and I don't see a vampire. I see the Sheriff's daughter. I see the blonde know it all I used to tease. I see the girl I have grown to love.
I guess that's what love is right? I mean, you have to accept the differences, put them aside and make it work. And when you love someone, you don't judge them for what or who they are. You just love them. Period. Nothing more, nothing less.
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Disclaimer:
1. Tyler, Caroline and the Salvatores are all characters from TV series, The Vampire Diaries inspired by L.J. Smith's book of the same title.
2. image c/o fuckyeahtylercaroline.tumblr.com
