Caroline had ignored the annoying buzz of her phone desperately wanting her to check her voicemail for most of the morning. It was only when she was waiting in line for her iced latte (seriously, what was with the island going from cold to hot so fast?) that she heard just what had been waiting for her.

( So typical. )

Seriously, the island was going to be dead to Caroline soon. If it wasn't bad enough she'd turned into a freaking dog-thing, she'd also come back to herself naked, half under her bed, and with no daylight ring on her damned forefinger. Caroline had flung herself out of the sunshine filtering in through the dorm room window as fast as possible and ( Read more... )

Caroline was starting to grasp that weekends in Fandom tended toward the crappy end of the joy spectrum. It was a hard fought conclusion, but weekend after weekend of fighting with a variety of idiot boys did that to a girl ( Read more... )

Unlike some people, Caroline had returned to her room alone after the dance, but she was not lonely, thank you very much. She was simply being choosy and not a whore ( Read more... )

Perfection was to be achieved ( Read more... )

Caroline felt awesome, that was not an issue. Being a vampire kind of rocked sometimes with the lack of hangover no matter how much she drank. Sure there had been tiny moments the previous night where she thought she'd lose her cool and go all rage feeder on Bod, but those breathing techniques Stefan taught her worked wondersNow she was totally ( Read more... )

"Hi, you've got Caroline--ugh, no, way too perky," she chastised, hitting a button on her phone in frustration and making a face at herself in the mirror propped at the bottom of her bed ( Read more... )