[ the scream sends a spike of fear through her. it's so loud. too loud. in fact, everything feels louder than it should, feel brighter, smells stronger. everything feels more and she doesn't know why. but that sound cuts through the trees and she whips her head towards the direction it came (or thinks it came).
there's a little voice that tells her to walk away, not to go, to avoid danger. it's a voice she once to trusted, at least she used to. however, a bigger voice tells her to go, to help, to find out what it was since the other people in the town aren't being helpful. someone could need help. someone could be hurt.
she cuts through the forest, getting deeper before she calls out--] Hello? Is anyone out there? Are you okay? [ she doesn't pay attention to where she's going and she scratches her arm, wincing and sucking in a sharp breath as she looks down at the blood on her arm.
normally? caroline's the sort to shy away from blood but for some reason, she feels drawn to looking at it. in fact, she feels her stomach twist, in hunger, not nausea. she licks her lips for a moment before she shakes her head, brow furrowed. and normally? she'd have focused on that feeling if it weren't for the fact that the gash on her arm slowly started to close, flesh and skin threading back together before her eyes. ]
What-- [ the vampire who forgot she's a vampire gasps out loud.]
option four.
[ caroline's in her home, settled because... she's always been here, right? it's been her home for a while now, right? and yet...]
Is there something going around? A flu maybe? I feel sort of... off. [ she murmurs.] Maybe it's a migraine. [ what with the light and sound sensitivity she's experiencing. except she can't seem to stop eating, as in all-you-can-eat-buffet appetite. and nothing helps.]
caroline forbes » the vampire diaries » tw: talk of blood
[ the scream sends a spike of fear through her. it's so loud. too loud. in fact, everything feels louder than it should, feel brighter, smells stronger. everything feels more and she doesn't know why. but that sound cuts through the trees and she whips her head towards the direction it came (or thinks it came).
there's a little voice that tells her to walk away, not to go, to avoid danger. it's a voice she once to trusted, at least she used to. however, a bigger voice tells her to go, to help, to find out what it was since the other people in the town aren't being helpful. someone could need help. someone could be hurt.
she cuts through the forest, getting deeper before she calls out--] Hello? Is anyone out there? Are you okay? [ she doesn't pay attention to where she's going and she scratches her arm, wincing and sucking in a sharp breath as she looks down at the blood on her arm.
normally? caroline's the sort to shy away from blood but for some reason, she feels drawn to looking at it. in fact, she feels her stomach twist, in hunger, not nausea. she licks her lips for a moment before she shakes her head, brow furrowed. and normally? she'd have focused on that feeling if it weren't for the fact that the gash on her arm slowly started to close, flesh and skin threading back together before her eyes. ]
What-- [ the vampire who forgot she's a vampire gasps out loud.]
option four.
[ caroline's in her home, settled because... she's always been here, right? it's been her home for a while now, right? and yet...]
Is there something going around? A flu maybe? I feel sort of... off. [ she murmurs.] Maybe it's a migraine. [ what with the light and sound sensitivity she's experiencing. except she can't seem to stop eating, as in all-you-can-eat-buffet appetite. and nothing helps.]