To Start … this is a cross. TrueBlood/Vampire Diaries. If anyone is particularly offended, I will banish it to crossover land (where it belongs, I know).
Disclaimer: Yeah, I took a break from fanfiction and turned back up owning both the Vampire Diaries and True Blood. I also have a very nice bridge I'd like to sell you.
Note: Just poking my head in to say hi, remember me? What we have here is the result of a lovely little prompt. Caroline + Eric. Me? I'm thinking magic.
Another Word for Temple
According to her town and her mother, Caroline is one of Hell's own demons. It doesn't matter that this vampire thing was forced on her or that she does her best not to kill people. She is sinful and a sinner and ...
Well. Knowing that, she should have realized sinful things are never as wicked as you want them to be.
The bouncer had given her hope, made her breath hitch so she gave a squeak - that relic of the girl she used to be. The woman - vampire - was blond and cold. Katherine's eyes had been ready to kill anyone who posed a threat. This woman's eyes knew no one could threaten her. But she might still kill you anyway. Just because you hadn't given her a good reason not to.
Basically, this woman, Pam, was just who Damon wanted to be when he grew up.
Briefly, Caroline was glad she hadn't tried to convince Bonnie to come. Bonnie had warmed up some to vampires (her vampires, anyway) but had Bonnie run into Pam, there would have been a stare down to shame all others.
So Caroline went in alone - newly legal, newly "out," a brand new citizen of a brave new world. Her spine tingled. Here the world saw her as beauty and power and sex. Here, she was an illicit substance. Ecstasy itself. And that's just how ...
And that's just how sinful places always turn out. The costumes are gaudy and the lighting is bad. The reds are not as red as you dreamed. The blacks don't cover all faults.
It turns out the most common feature of fang-bangers is unattractiveness.
"You look disappointed," rumbled a voice behind her, clear and deep as the river that feeds a glacier.
Caroline shook her head slowly, having schooled away the old habit of guilty protestations and resolutely refused to turn around.
"It's been on your face since you walked in. Being a vampire not living up to all your expectations?" His tone was even but the hairs on Caroline's arms lifted in goosebumps.
"You don't know the first thing about me," she sassed.
"I can still smell the life on you. I can guess how you tasted," his words hissed passed her ear, tickling like they spun from a forked tongue. "I know you are very young."
"And you're not."
The voice fell into a low tumbling chuckle a shadow broke across Caroline in the ruddy light. A tall, blond vampire circled her. "Caroline Forbes, bastard child of Damon Salvatore and Katerina Petrova. I've been expecting you."