[ caroline's adapted to vampirisim fairly well, especially given how she'd been thrown into it, but there are still things that shake her enough to bring her back to that night, when she'd woken up unsure if her nightmare about elena smothering her to death had been real or not. then after she'd drank the blood she'd stolen from an IV, things had started slowly coming back, memories of being fed upon and fearing for her life, until it had all culminated in her feeding on the poor carnival worker until he'd died.

she never wants that to happen again, especially not somewhere that could be even more dangerous than her hometown had turned out to be. so she lets carmilla take her hand, going willingly, and maybe it's a mistake to trust so easily, but she's not afraid of her, disgusted by what she is, or trying to expose her. the lack of intention to hurt her is enough, at least for now. ]

How long...I mean, sorry if you don't want to answer that. But everyone I've met who's a vampire or knew about them was hiding it from me until recently.

[ until it had gotten her killed, and she'd become one of them. ]