[This silence will be even shorter than expected. All of the mirrors have been busy at work, and each one seems to come out of the word work as each day passes. First Freya's, then Caroline's own, and now...
...well, she's had her own stalker for awhile, but today's is the worst message yet.
Whatever she'd used to cover the mirror has fallen off by the time she gets out of the shower. She doesn't notice the words that have been left for her until she gets out from behind the curtain, one towel wrapped around her body and another in her hand as she uses it to get most of the moisture out of her hair. She catches them out of the corner of her eye, reads them once, then reads them again.
She knew that her mirror had been on this side, but that meant she would have had to go mirrorside. The problem was, she didn't remember being there, hadn't put it all together.
Suddenly it was crystal clear, and she feels like her heart just dropped out of her chest.
She wants nothing more than to shatter the mirror, but she knows he's watching, must still be behind there waiting for her reaction. He's sure getting one, a mixture of revulsion and horror on her face, the sting of tears pricking the back of her eyes, but given the ramifications of what she's just realized, letting go of her towel to strike back at the glass became the last thing she wanted to do.
Elena and Klaus would both hear the sound of her backing up until her back hit the door, followed by her hand scrambling for the knob so that she can wrench it open. It hits the wall with a smack, the message elegantly scrawled and now exposed for them both to see the reason for her sudden commotion.
'O, a kiss. Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge'...
Thank you.
She screams one single word before she's slamming the door shut.]
Asshole!
[She's just going to be trying to keep ahold of her anger, because the alternative is something so much worse.]
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...well, she's had her own stalker for awhile, but today's is the worst message yet.
Whatever she'd used to cover the mirror has fallen off by the time she gets out of the shower. She doesn't notice the words that have been left for her until she gets out from behind the curtain, one towel wrapped around her body and another in her hand as she uses it to get most of the moisture out of her hair. She catches them out of the corner of her eye, reads them once, then reads them again.
She knew that her mirror had been on this side, but that meant she would have had to go mirrorside. The problem was, she didn't remember being there, hadn't put it all together.
Suddenly it was crystal clear, and she feels like her heart just dropped out of her chest.
She wants nothing more than to shatter the mirror, but she knows he's watching, must still be behind there waiting for her reaction. He's sure getting one, a mixture of revulsion and horror on her face, the sting of tears pricking the back of her eyes, but given the ramifications of what she's just realized, letting go of her towel to strike back at the glass became the last thing she wanted to do.
Elena and Klaus would both hear the sound of her backing up until her back hit the door, followed by her hand scrambling for the knob so that she can wrench it open. It hits the wall with a smack, the message elegantly scrawled and now exposed for them both to see the reason for her sudden commotion.
'O, a kiss. Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge'...
Thank you.
She screams one single word before she's slamming the door shut.]
Asshole!
[She's just going to be trying to keep ahold of her anger, because the alternative is something so much worse.]