Cursed By: @RipperNinjaCare

[Wandering away from the Mikaelson Manor I can’t help but replay that night in my mind. I couldn’t have gone somewhere else that one

 day? I couldn’t have been wandering through the park instead? No, I have to be walking down by Wickery Bridge. Finding those

 fishermen, one of them cutting their finger and I almost gave in right there but I didn’t. It wasn’t until I saw Kol that I even

approached them. “Hey!” I called out, my own stupidity getting me in trouble as I make my way toward him. “I won’t let you

hurt them.” The words replaying in my head, reverberating through my mind as if it were a broken record, I fought him. I tried

to save the people but in the end I was the one who killed them. Now where am I? Their faithful pet? Their lap dog, the one who

 does their bidding, they call, I come. They say jump and that’s what I do. Anger, the only emotion I’ve tapped into for weeks,

it consumes my thoughts. All I want to do is kill, to feed, to feel something, -anything- but nothing comes. I feel nothing else;

they’ve tossed me aside now. Taken what they wanted from me, left me empty, cold, and alone just as everyone has. Just as Tyler did,

Matt did. Just as my father did, Elena, of course she has her problems and I understood, before. Now all I feel is hate and disdain and

here I thought without my humanity I would truly feel -nothing- the only time I feel that way is when I’m feeding. I turn the corner,

 finding myself in those same woods once more. I find my way down to the bridge just staring at the ground where the man had

 been left to die, by me. I stand there for was feels like an immeasurable amount of time, just staring before I hear something

behind me and I look up. My fire red hair falling across my face, I brush my fingers across my face as I see a light up the hill.

 I make my way in that direction, coming across a clearing where there was a tent and a fire. Campers, I thought to myself, dinner time.

One tall, thin woman stepped out of the tent. Her skin was bronzed but full of wrinkles. Her hair was graying and she almost seemed

too old to eat, but, when it came down to it she had a long life, dying now would be like taking away any pain and suffering she may go

through before death. I smirked at my reasoning. As if any of that would have stopped me, I made my way through the clearing.

Stalking closer to the woman as she poked a stick at the fire, she stood up straight as I approached the tent and she turned to

 me as if I had called her name stopping me dead in my tracks. “You,” she spoke loudly and firmly her filmy eyes looking right

 at me. “I know what you are, vampire.” The word had condemned me. Harshly, it brought me to my knees but it wasn’t of

my own accord. She rose her hand to me and as she Did this I fell to the ground, my gaze stuck on hers as if she’d put me in

a trance, my actions were no longer my own and I felt panicked, which in the back of my mind gave me a minute amount of

satisfaction. Feeling something other than anger, “You stalk your prey by night; rob them of their lives with little thought to

how they may feel, what they may think.” The woman approaches me as she speaks, her words growing in volume, resonating

through the air toward me, with a power that caused a shiver to shoot through my chest. “I will show you the error in your ways,

Demon.” Her old withering hand touches me face and I struggle to pull away but I cannot. I look up at her, he blank stare looking

through me rather than at me. “I will show you how to feel again, I will shove it down your throat.” Her words came out rougher now,

as if my anger was rising within her. She gripped my neck then, pulling me up to my feet, still unable to move my own body my

eyes are in line with hers. She puts her other hand to my forehead and for a moment nothing happens. It’s complete, silence,

but then she speaks. A language I can discern from another. She stops and there is stillness once more, just before a bright light

glares into my gaze. Blinding me as I feel myself drop to the ground, falling the way to the grass I land there unable to see, unable to

move. This loud humming in my ears, like a freight train that’s coming directly for me.

My eyes flutter open, realizing with a start where I was. I sit up in my place, glancing around my surrounding. The tent

and the woman long gone, the fire left a steaming pile of embers. I look down at myself, touching my hands to my chest and

stomach, feeling that nothing was different I stood in my place. My eyes trail over the sky, the sun would be up soon and as it seems

the lady was merely full of shit. Some cheap parlor trick to escape from danger, I started back the way I had come. Walking a ways

before catching the sound of something in the distance, I walk noiselessly toward the sound. The sides of my mouth curling into a

 devious grin as I find a couple, “Finally,” I spoke to myself as I shadowed their movements, before appearing in front of them.

I tilt my head, closing the distance between us too quick for their eyes to comprehend. I find the gaze of the girl, focusing hard on

her irises, “Don’t scream.” I compel her before turning to her boyfriend who simply watched me. Fear only slightly noticeable,

as it seems he was more confused and convinced he could over power me. “Silly human,” I allow the words to drip with

venom as I spit them out. I blur behind him, facing us toward his girlfriend who stood in a daze. “Look here honey,” she responded.

Fear becoming her features almost immediately, as my eyes darken, the black veins spider from them. My fangs pushing out from

my jaw, I could hear his pulse quicken under my touch only telling me that his blood would be nice and warm as I allowed my fangs

 to penetrate his skin. His blood touching my lips only a second before I heard a voice echo loudly through my mind, my gaze

moving to the girl who still stood quietly. ‘Shh, don’t be afraid. We will meet again, my love.’ The voice continued within my mind.

I released the man, who instantly moved to his girlfriend. ‘Don’t cry..’ his lips didn’t move and yet I could hear his voice, -inside- my

 mind. I shook my head, as if to clear it but as I did this it’s as if they grew louder. ‘There now, we’re safe.’ His thoughts, I

was hearing his –thoughts- inside my own head. I moved away from them, quickly running back through the woods, dodging trees

 as I made my way toward town.

Finding that people were awake now, I make my way through them. Waiting to hear their thoughts but nothing came. Perhaps I was

simply hallucinating, I haven’t really eaten in a few days and I turn the corner into an alley, pulling the first person I found alone

with me. I cup my hand over their mouth to keep them from screaming as I quickly vamp out and sink my teeth into their neck. Just as

last time, their blood flowed into my mouth and for a moment there was nothing. Sighing, I allow myself to relax and pull their blood

between my lips and down my throat, taking it in and then I heard it. ‘Please don’t kill me’ the voice pleaded with me. The sound

of their voice –inside- my head, as if they burned me I drop them. The frightened girl scooting over the ground, looking up at me

not saying a word and yet screaming inside my head. “Shut up! Shut up!” I holler before turning to run away. What was happening

to me? What had that witch done to me? ‘How they may feel, what they may think’ her words come to me once more, ‘I will teach

you the error of your ways Demon.’ That bitch cursed me! I thought to myself. She cursed me to hear thoughts? But not just any thoughts,

the thoughts of my victim, those I take as prey.

[One Week Later]

All I can do lately is huddled inside my room; I’ve fed on half the town. If only a drop or so, compelling them to forget my face. I’ve

 done that more times than I can count, even before my humanity was ripped from me. I can hear them all, inside my mind,

everywhere I go Even from miles away. I would have to get a handle on it, I would have to learn to tune it out or I would go

insane. I would have to kill them all and that’s the better half of Mystic Falls. I wouldn’t go unnoticed. I gripped my head

as it pounded with all the words that were consistently vibrating through it. The thoughts of my victims, how they feel, what

they say, the things they hide from the world. Their aspirations and fears, all of it, I knew it all. This witch knew what she was

doing when she cursed me with such a thing, cursing a vampire with hearing the thoughts of their victims is like cursing

The Devil with a soul. I wouldn’t be able to feed from another human and now I’ve been neutered. For lack a better word. I truly

have nothing and in that moment I had given up completely. Caroline Forbes, a ghost of a girl who once existed. Miss Mystic Falls,

Captain of the Cheerleading squad. I led them to nationals, twice and now who was I, The girl who’s lost everything, her father,

her humanity, her friends, even the basic vampire instincts. I sat there a moment longer, drowning in a sea of self-loathing

 before a noise sounds at my door, a small tap on the wooden frame as I look up through red blurry eyes and there, standing in

my door way was, @ArdentPuppy, the final nail in the coffin that was Caroline Forbes, The man who left me here, alone and wanting,

the reason I gave my humanity away so easily. A vision of everything I used to be standing there, looking over me as if he didn’t

recognize me anymore. I blinked away the tears I didn’t even know were there, in my eyes. “Tyler?”

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