A/N: well, I found myself wondering...never mind. Here's my first Vamp Diaries fanfic

Disclaimer: IDK why I even wrote this...I do not own Vampire Diaries, but if I did Caroline would get all the hot guys she wanted!

Oh, Italics are her thoughts and/or memories?

"Hey! She needs some help over here!"
"Caroline!"
"Guys, over here!"
"Caroline, hey! Caroline...hey, wake up, baby."
"We're gonna get you help. Wake up, Care."

Prologue

Caroline felt the stiff muscles of her body ache with every move she made in an attempt to sit upright.
What happened?
The last thing she could remember was watching Matt kneel over Tyler, along with the two medics, trying to see if he was okay. Trying to remember anything passed that just brought a throbbing pain to her forehead that she could definitely do without. Resting the palms of her hands down on either side of her, noting the unusual soft cushiony feel of the asphalt road beneath her, she managed to get herself into a slightly, hunched sitting position. A move that was all to quick, sending a dull tremor up her spine, almost causing her to topple over onto her side. Luckily a pair of hands caught onto her shoulders steadying her from a fall that, she was surprised to note, would have been none too pleasant. She had apparently been sent to the hospital along with Tyler, she guessed, trying to focus on the oddly decorated hospital room.
There were pictures hung up along a wall, that to her, seemed like they were taken in, like, the 1800s or something, but looked as if they were in good condition. There was large mirror attached to a marble-looking bureau that rested in her line of vision, allowing her to see the back of the person holding her steady, whom she had yet to identify. "You shouldn't get up too quickly," his familiar voice breathed all too close for comfort. Caroline craned her neck to the side and came face-to-face with none other than Damon Salvatore. His cheeks were rosier then she remembered and a smile was twitching at the corner of his lips. That was something she wasn't used to seeing. "You must have taken a pretty bad fall."
She sat in silence as he stared at her, waiting for a reply. Obviously. No coherent words could form to come out her mouth as she stared back in awe. She was surprised he wasn't rolling his eyes at her speechlessness like he usually did when they were together.
"Did you?" He inquired from where he sat perched on the edge of her hospital bed.
"Did I what?" Caroline responded, coming out of her Damon-daze as she noticed his eyebrow raising at her staring.
"Take a bad fall." He clarified. His light, blue eyes focused on her lips. It was really beginning to make her uncomfortable.
I mean, we're not even dating anymore!
"Yeah...it must have been the car crash..." Caroline trailed off as she tried to remember what had actually caused it in the first place. Tyler was driving, Matt was in the backseat and I...was in the passenger side.
"Car?" Damon asked with an expression of confusion. The way he'd said it, as if he had no idea what it was, snapped Caroline out of her rapidly charging train of thought. "What is a car, if I may be so bold as to inquire?"
Oh, Fuck! ...me!
Caroline finally focused on something other than Damon's unusually youthful appearance. Like, the clothes he was wearing.
They were defiantly not in Damon's taste. It looked like he was dressed up for Founders' Day, and she was pretty sure he wouldn't be caught dead wearing the getup of the 1860s.
"Never mind that...why are you dressed up like you're going to Founders' Day?" Caroline exclaimed, her spine locking up as she wiggled out of Damon's grasp, seeing as his hands had still been holding onto her shoulders. "And where am I, cause this is definitely not a hospital."
Now Damon looked more puzzled then ever. "Founders' Day? I am not quite sure what that is, but I can assure you that you are in the best of care while you are here, Miss...I'm sorry, I did not catch your name."
You've gotta be kidding me!
"Caroline Forbes." The blond replied through clenched teeth, allowing him to feign he had no idea who she was.
"That is a beautiful name," Damon's lips curved into a smile as he stood up from his spot. "I am Salvatore, Damon Salvatore."
"What are you, Bond now?" Caroline mumbled to herself as he fumbled with the doors of the wardrobe opposite her bedside.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Damon asked, not even bothering to turn around and ask her to her face.
"Ugh...no?" She squeaked feeling her cheeks warm over with embarrassment.
Damn, that was a close one.
"Here you go, Miss Forbes." Damon presented her with a dress that looked exactly like the one she'd worn for the Founders' Day Parade.
Oh, so he wants to play dress-up now? I'll show him how Caroline fucking Forbes plays dress-up!
She forced her body to comply with her as she climbed out of the bed, appreciating the fact that he was hovering over her to make sure she didn't end up crashing into the floor. She was almost surprised to see that she was already wearing a corset with a fine, white cotton skirt, which flowed loosely over her body leaving a lot to the imagination, almost.
"Mr. Salvatore, do you mind?" Caroline inquired sweetly as she turned her back to him, allowing for herself to be somewhat exposed to him for the moment.
"Please, Call me Damon." He murmured playfully, his callused hands guiding her arms up as he pulled the dress over her head. After a few silent moments of adjusting, clumsy tying, as well as few accidental ass grazes, on Caroline's part, they were done. She twirled around just in time to notice the slightly glazed over look in Damon's eyes.
"Of course." She grinned triumphantly, "As long as you call me Caroline."
Damon snapped out of whatever little world he had suddenly found himself in (daydreaming about the attractive blond that stood before him) and grinned in return. "Of course."
"Thank you." Turning on her bare heel she retreated out of the room, before he could go bipolar on her like he usually did.
Caroline was still sore from the fall, she was sure it happened while the medics had been looking over Tyler, so when she bumped into someone, not even making it halfway down the hall, all the aches and pains quickly resurfaced.
"My apologies, Miss." another familiar voice rang true to her memory. Stefan! Finally, someone I can actually trust... She took the hand that was extended out to her and was pulled to her feet with little, if no effort at all. The look of relief that had made its way onto her face had suddenly been unraveled. Stefan was dressed for Founders' Day, too!
What the hell is going on?
"Caroline!" Damon appeared beside Stefan a moment later with a concerned look, giving her a once-over to make sure that she was okay. "I hope that my brother, Stefan, has not given you a bad impression. He is young and tends to find himself not paying attention to his surroundings."
Stefan's gaze did not leave Caroline, even with Damon's underlying insult. A halfhearted smile grazed her lips as Damon lead her away from his usually brooding, hot brother. Caroline turned in his hold to look over her shoulder, as they continued down the hall, Stefan's eyes still following her as they drifted away.
What the hell is wrong with him? What the hell is wrong with Damon?
They came to a stop in front of the closed door that resided at the end of the long hall, Damon's hand gently urging her forward. Caroline could tell that whatever laid behind that door would be worse than what she was seeing now.

A/N: please review and comment if I should continue or not

Probably very OOC because I can't really write Damon's (or anyone elses') Character very well [There might be a reason?]