Dangerously Sinful

Chapter One: Aftermath

Disclaimer: I own nothing but plot.

Summary: Sequel to Seven Deadly sins! How Caroline copes with being a vampire and Damon. Time travel maybe?

I couldn't help but run my tongue over the sharp fangs that now protruded from my mouth; dark sinister looking veins appeared all over my cheeks and a hunger so painful it felt like knives scraped agonizingly against the flesh within my throat causing me to choke on my own words.

I had been able to do something that Elena hadn't been able to do. I had been selfish, impetuous and love-crazed yet I wouldn't take my actions back. "What are you thinking?" Damon asked me his voice like velvet, velvet so soft it washed over my skin creasing every part of me and making me feel complete and total relaxation. I couldn't breathe for a second as his hand covered mine under the rumpled white sheets of his bed. He was trying to comfort me that I could tell by the way he smiled gently down at me and pulled me to his side. A gesture so simple and basic caused my stomach to flip in the most unnatural way and a lump the size of a basketball to rise in my throat further preventing me from speaking.

"I'm hungry" I croaked out closing my eyes and trying to ignore the electricity that ran from his skin into my very bones. It was a distraction like no other. It conjured thoughts and images that could make any normal girl blush but I wasn't any normal girl, and hell I loved the idea of living forever. I was a beauty that would never die out. A forever illuminated candle which at times may flicker but never burn out.

"I see" he smirked kissing the black veins under my eyes causing even more to appear. It was amazing how suddenly I could be hungry for one thing and then be hungry for something else. I was completely intoxicated with him and by the egocentric smirk —which he used only for me— I knew he was well aware of the power he held over my damned soul.

"I'm hungry" I repeated this time giving him a small smirk before smashing his lips on mine. The kiss was everything but gentle, it was needy, intense and nerve-wracking. It made the now cold rock inside my chest flutter almost as if it could beat again. It gave me the heartbeat I had lost only three hours ago. I felt alive in the most amazing way. There and then I knew immortality wasn't ever going to get dull with Damon by my side.

"I would have changed you long ago if I knew it'd be this satisfying" he stated thrusting his hips towards mine causing a hiss to erupt deep from within me.

"What is satisfying?" I asked closing my eyes trying to ignore the building sensation that would certainly be the death of me. "You" he responded smiling down at me before biting harshly into my neck but instead of pain I felt bliss adding to the already unbearable sensation building in my stomach and threatening to spread towards my whole body. I wanted it to last as long as it could.

"Give in" he whispered grinding him hips into mine in a circular motion that destroyed me and sent me to a place I had never been before. The adrenaline pumped through my blood needing veins and his name escaped from my mouth before I could stop it. My body quivered and I was undone.

"Caroline" Damon whispered breaking through my foggy haze a smirk now replacing the smile from before. "Tell me you love me"

I shook.

"Why not?" he asked a suspicious glint in his eyes that made me very uneasy.

"Because I told you first when I was alive, it's you turn Mr. Salvatore" I responded glaring as his mouth gently connected with my collarbone.

"I can always make you" he responded smiling down at me.

"I doubt you'll be able to compel me anymore" I responded looking away a hard glare clear on my face. "There are other ways" he simply responded before again moving his hips making my sensitivity known.

I hissed through my teeth allowing the pleasure to take me yet all the while I kept my mouth shut as images from before reemerged themselves in my mind burning a painful hole in my heart.

"You used me" I whispered remembering how his fangs had once harshly sunk themselves into the thin flesh of my neck. My memory had been hazy and I had barely remembered things from when we dated but now everything was rushing towards me. From the first time I woke up next to him, blood dripping from my neck to my pillow. The panic I felt as I stood up as quietly as I could and turned around only to find the damn bed empty.

"You really did hate me back them" I acknowledged pushing him away and bring my right hand over my mouth trying desperately to claw the stupid fangs out.

"This was a mistake" I whispered shaking my head and feeling the veins submerged on my cheeks.

"What?" he asked his face now hard and unrevealing. "A mistake that can't be fixed" I responded more images planting themselves in my head

"Are you going to kill me?" I had asked him.

"Yes" he responded indifferently barely looking up from my twilight book truly showing me how insignificant I was to him, a small speck of dirt at the bottom of his brown shoes.

"Why were you such a dick?" I asked holding my head begging for no more images. To be ignorant, to be at bliss. I could feel a jumble of emotions build up inside me in a storm too strong to even think of control. I was a vampire, I loved him, and I now remembered everything.

"I love you" he whispered his forehead against mine and then all the bad thoughts and doubts were gone and it was only him and I.

I now sat in the Salvatore's parlor trying to ignore the Elena's betrayed and glistening eyes and Stefan's look of disapproval and frustration they sent towards Damon. "It's not his fault" I stated their heads snapping towards me. "I asked him too"

"Why would you do something like that?" Elena asked running her hand through the hair that at once time used to be semi mine but nothing was better than being plain ole Caroline.

"For the same reason Stefan's going to have to turn you." I replied my eyes downcast the lump again making its self known in my throat.

"That was stupid—" (Stefan)

"Selfish—" (Elena)

"The most ridiculous—" (Stefan)

"Ugh!—" (Elena)

"If you're done reprimanding the girl I'd like to take her on her first hunt" Damon responded annoyance and a hint of amusement sweeping from his voice. He sent a wink towards me before smirking.

"She hasn't completed the transformation?" Stefan asked a war raging itself clearly behind his green eyes. I could see behind the disproval, anger and a hell lot of brooding, behind it all there was hope, confusion and guilt. "Maybe you shouldn't complete it" he whispered never once meeting my eyes.

"What are you stating?" Damon warned his voice gone from cold and distant to purely malicious. His normally light blue eyes turned a dark black as he took a few steps towards Stefan. A spine-chilling freeze ran through my body making me fear the things he could do to Stefan knowing he was stronger by the type of blood he takes in.

"I'm just telling her, her options. She should pick if she wants to live as a killer or die being pure" Stefan responded holding his head high giving me a small very apologetic glance yet the rage still surged up within me.

"Get something straight, baby-brother" Damon snarled his voice hissing with the phrase baby-brother. "She will always be pure"

"You want her to kill? To lose herself in the blood so she eventually cares for nothing but satisfying the bloodlust" Stefan responded fire burning in his eyes as Elena came towards me wrapping her hands around me. I hadn't noticed the anger induced tears fall from my face until I brought my arms around her letting my wet face fall into her neck. And then there was nothing but the pumping of her blood.

The delicious blood that ran through her veins that smelled just too good, too sweet yet metallic. It was human blood and better yet fresh blood.

Before I had a chance to pull away my fangs sprang out lightly nipping her neck and letting a small drop of blood land on my tongue.

"Caroline!" Elena's surprised voice stated, her hand coming to cup her little wound yet my hands slapped hers away before giving into the wonderful feeling of bloodlust. It wasn't painful, it was an urge, like sexual frustration on the brink of being broken and satisfied in the most wonderful way and all it would take was a small bite and I'd be at bliss.

Just give in Caroline, just give in a voice whispered, it was a frightening malevolent voice. My voice, yet it held emotions I had never held. It was the voice of the demon within me begging to be let out after seventeen years of being locked away.

Just give in, give in, giv—NO! Another voice responded interrupting me as I was just about to sink my teeth into the jugular vein right within reach. She's your friend, you're partner-in-crime and you can't hurt defenseless Elena.

Using little strength I pushed Elena away just as Damon and Stefan were about to pull her away and in a blink of an eye I was on the other side of the room. My face sinister, fangs out stretched and dark veins covering most of my cheeks marking my pale and fair skin.

"It's so good" I whispered the taste of the small drop still in my mouth and it only made the urge much less bearable. I could feel the swirl of my thoughts as Stefan turned towards me and repeatedly chanted "Caroline you have to breath, breathe, breathe"

"Don't give into it no matter how good it feels, you can do it. We know you can. Breathe through it, you're strong enough" Stefan said coming towards me grabbing hold of my arms and gently shaking me trying to sooth me yet it only made it worse.

"I—I can't" I rasped out closing my eyes and inhaling deeply only to exhale deeply a few seconds after. "That's it, breathe in and out" Stefan said letting go of my arms as Damon's arms encased my waist and brought me to his sides.

"You did it!" he whispered like a proud parent with the brightest and most genuine smile I had ever seen grace his face. "You did it baby, you did it" he said bringing his lips to mine and before I knew it the exhaustion of not giving in was transformed into sexual frustration as I opened my mouth and deepened the kiss to where I was sure he was more closer than I ever thought possible. His hands burned a trail up my shirt and right when his hand lightly trailed the fabric of my bra an awkward cough was heard.

Feeling more embarrassed then ever I pulled away from him his hands still up my shirt and mine in his hair unconsciously pulling.

The tension was soon broken by the loud laugh that escaped from me and soon conjured itself on everyone else. It was strange, intense but we would get through this.

Somehow, in some way we'd get over this. And we'd all be alright and normal again.

Boy was I in for a surprise.

What do you guys think? Is it just me or does this story need a twist, time travel maybe for Damon and Caroline? Back to the good ole human days, yup I think maybe that's what it needs.

Read and review and I'll update faster.

LUV mary