Rebekah had told him about how she'd become a vampire and how her parents had turned on her and her siblings. Caroline...she couldn't do that. Her father had hated what she was, hated it so much he refused to live if it meant being like her. But he was still her father. And she loved and missed him. She lifted the bottle and finished the rest, then dropped the empty into the trash can next to her desk.

"Monsters aren't what's in you. They're what you do," she said. "Monsters - real monsters - can't be saved."