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Caroline Forbes was running not caring where she was going. She did something terrible, and she felt as if leaving it far, far away would make it less worse. When you see something from a huge distance, it looks smaller, so she believed that the same logic could be applied. But, of course, her thoughts made no sense.
She had entered the woods some hours ago, but the trees still didn't cease to appear. It had to be a really big forest or she would already went through it running at maximum vampire speed. Or, maybe, she was lost. The girl was probably running in circles around the same old trees. Doing that, she was not leaving anything behind, she was just pointlessly losing energies. When she realized about this, she let herself fall into the grass, using a tree as a backrest. Maybe she could just sit there and wait until she gets petrified for the whole eternity. That sounded as a great plan on her head. Yes, it really was, so she was definitely doing that. She just needed to sit there and wait, without feeding. Again, she was making no sense.
On her attempt of getting petrified, her mind kept reproducing the images she wanted so hard to forget. She was at some bar, as drunk as a vampire can get and as thirsty as they can be. The next thing she knew, she was drinking from some stranger's neck and the sweet feeling of blood on her system was travelling through her body. Someone stopped that sensation and hit her on her head with something heavy. This person kept hitting her, probably trying to save the other human she was drinking of, and that action awoke every possible vampire instict inside of her. It wasn't just that she had been interrupted eating, but she was also brutally attacked, and, of course, drunk. The mixture of things made her turn around and break the neck of that innocent person who was just trying to protect his friend. The cracking sound was still echoing in her head. She had killed an innocent man. There was no doubt that she was a monster.
She growled irritated as another presence interrupted her pointless attemp of petrification. It was another vampire and he was approaching. She felt as her fangs descended and her face turned into the one of a monster.
She had entered the woods some hours ago, but the trees still didn't cease to appear. It had to be a really big forest or she would already went through it running at maximum vampire speed. Or, maybe, she was lost. The girl was probably running in circles around the same old trees. Doing that, she was not leaving anything behind, she was just pointlessly losing energies. When she realized about this, she let herself fall into the grass, using a tree as a backrest. Maybe she could just sit there and wait until she gets petrified for the whole eternity. That sounded as a great plan on her head. Yes, it really was, so she was definitely doing that. She just needed to sit there and wait, without feeding. Again, she was making no sense.
On her attempt of getting petrified, her mind kept reproducing the images she wanted so hard to forget. She was at some bar, as drunk as a vampire can get and as thirsty as they can be. The next thing she knew, she was drinking from some stranger's neck and the sweet feeling of blood on her system was travelling through her body. Someone stopped that sensation and hit her on her head with something heavy. This person kept hitting her, probably trying to save the other human she was drinking of, and that action awoke every possible vampire instict inside of her. It wasn't just that she had been interrupted eating, but she was also brutally attacked, and, of course, drunk. The mixture of things made her turn around and break the neck of that innocent person who was just trying to protect his friend. The cracking sound was still echoing in her head. She had killed an innocent man. There was no doubt that she was a monster.
She growled irritated as another presence interrupted her pointless attemp of petrification. It was another vampire and he was approaching. She felt as her fangs descended and her face turned into the one of a monster.
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