Thank you guys for all the ideas you suggested. I like some of the really creatives one you came up with and some of you are so creative you just took my examples and claimed them as your own. *facepalm*

prompt: "Water." -angellus08

Blood.

There's so much of it. It's everywhere and everything.

Red, crimson and scarlet covering her hands, her arms, her neck and every inch of her skin It's heavy in her mouth while her mind rejects the copper taste and wants to gag and puke it all out until it's gone, gone, gone.

She can't.

Because her body welcomes it. Her nature, her dark, cruel, ruthless nature likes it, enjoys it. And she swallows it down like its water.

Water which is pure and clear and life.

But blood isn't life.

Blood is death.

Because when there is blood, someone is dead.

She's killed again. Oh, she's killed again.

And she tries to wash it away in the waters of the lake, the blood tainting the water pink. She steps into it until the water is up to her waste and she goes down, her lungs screaming as the cold water shocks her body into freezing. And she's solid like ice and she keeps her eyes closed even as her mind goes fuzzy and it's dark, so dark.

Quiet and dark.

There's a force on her chest like a boulder just fell unto and she's sputtering water out. Air making it into her relieved lungs and her vision starts to clear and then there's blood all over the grass, the body of the girl she killed still there.

Her body feels numb as the cool air envelopes it and she groans as her head pounds.

"For fuck's sakes, Forbes, what are you doing?"

She looks up at the boy hovering over her. Dark hair, dark eyes and perfect pale skin. For a moment she thought he was Elijah but remembered that Elijah wasn't in town and Elijah didn't care enough to glare at her like she did something really, really stupid.

Horror dawns on her as she realizes who the boy above her is.

"Kol."

He narrows his eyes some more and he grabs her by the arms and roughly pulls her up and into his arms. He's wet as well from head to toe, his shoes soggy, his clothes dripping and his hair matted to his head.

He still looks oddly attractive even If he does resemble a drowned duck. A handsome drowned duck.

He's muttering something under his breath and her ears are still filled with water so she can't hear that well. She just looks up at him and says, "Just let me die."

His answer is a swift "No."

She glares up at him and he doesn't back down, glaring down at her, his eyes so dark like polished onyx and then suddenly she's lightheaded like she's in water again, drowning and drowning and she can't breathe but it feels good because…

Why was she even caring if it felt good? She should stop thinking now. Yes, keep quiet, Caroline's head.

"Now just shut up and go to sleep."

She obeys and falls back into oblivion with one last thought: He's warm.