"The road I walk is paved in gold, to glorify my platinum soul. I'll buy my way to talk to a God, so he can live with what I'm not."
At sunset on no particular night of no particular month, Caroline Forbes looked down at the hundreds of people walking below her. She snickered at their pathetic lives. None of them knew the secrets of the night that had been awaiting them. The older she got, the more cynical she had become about humans, there wasn't one out of the mass that was capable of surprising her. She had seen it all, every disgusting piece.
Living in the city of sin has a habit of tainting your soul - too bad she didn't have one. Sometimes Caroline reflected on her life choices and on this day, she was amused. It was somewhat hilarious to note that she died at seventeen, but for practical reasons she'd be twenty-one for eternity.
Damon Salvatore had surprised her by booking their most ludicrous accommodation yet, the $40K a night Hugh Hefner Sky Villa at the Palms. It was theirs for the weekend.
When Damon took her in, she wasn't in the least surprised by his destination of Las Vegas - the place could be his fucking middle name. For the past year, they had stayed in accommodations off and on the strip, everything from the nasty hooker motel to the Bellagio. Caroline didn't have a favorite, but frequently argued with Damon to book rooms with balconies; hence his inside joke of booking the Hugh Hefner, it had the most famous balcony on the strip.
Vegas had so far been a good home for the vampire duo. Not too long ago, Elena had been brutally staked in the heart by a vengeful hunter mistaking her for Katherine. The fallout of her death left Stefan in a deep depression and Damon numb. Damon couldn't be around his baby brother anymore. While Caroline had to leave town because her own mother contaminated the town's water supply with Vervain. Caroline also wouldn't have been able to move on after Elena's death by spending time with Stefan, instead she begged Damon to leave with him. Damon had been surprised by her request since he wasn't used to having a legitimate companion, he had always been Stefan's 'shadow'.
Caroline will never forget the day that changed her life.
"You want to come with me?" Damon stared at her, expressionless.
"You are leaving, right?" Caroline retorted.
"Why?" Damon crossed his arms.
"It's not safe here anymore, you know that."
"No. This will never work." Damon shot her down.
"Give me one reason."
"You're too young."
"I have control." Caroline scoffed.
"No." Damon shook his head. "I mean, you look too young. I can't be going around with a minor. Why would I be looking for that kinda trouble?"
"Not young enough to fuck." Caroline muttered under her breath, though pointless since he could hear her perfectly. "I'll get a fake. We could compel a DMV idiot." She answered.
Before he could reply, she added. "I know how to dress older. Trust me." Caroline arched her brow.
"My answer is no." Damon said seriously.
"Seriously? Damon! Come on. It is not safe here for me." She said firmly. "Plus robbing blood banks is easier with two."
"See, that's the point." Damon sneered and darkly laughed. "You should know me better than that. This lifestyle, it's never been me. It's what, what, she wanted." He choked at the end.
Caroline looked down and up at him. "So you're going to be killing again to feed..."
Damon rolled his eyes. "If I want to, yeah, but you don't have to kill to feed."
"You were going to kill me."
"And look at how well that turned out." Damon smirked sarcastically. "If that's all then, get out, I still haven't packed." He waved his fingers in mock nervousness.
"I'm coming with you." Caroline said firmer, almost growling.
"I'm trying to protect you!" Damon practically shouted.
"Protect me? You're leaving me to do die."
"I'm protecting you from me." Damon said reluctantly.
"I've already seen the worst of you." She scoffed.
"That's an understatement." Damon dismissed her. "I shouldn't have to explain this you. I don't want to feel. I want to escape. That's not who you are."
"I want to escape too." Caroline pleaded. "I'll do anything you say... Please."
Damon groaned in annoyance. "Alright, if you're coming with me. You've gotta flip the switch. It's the only way this is gonna work."
"I already did." Caroline replied quietly.
He looked at her questioningly.
"I feel nothing, well, nothing but anger and lust."
"Fine." Damon huffed. "I'll pick you up in an hour. Be ready to go or else..."
Caroline squealed and then frowned. "How am I supposed to pack-"
Damon cut her off. "If you flipped, nothing should have sentimental value. Pack for a week's worth of stuff and the rest you'll buy once we get settled."
"Right." Caroline swallowed understanding his point. "Settled? Where?"
"Vegas. Now go." Damon said flippantly and walked upstairs to his room.
"Vegas." Caroline repeated slowly to herself trying to form an opinion.
"The Fabulous!" Damon yelled from a distance in reply.
After they had driven to the airport in Richmond, Damon bought them first class tickets to Vegas. Caroline had asked about the fate of his car, Damon shrugged saying either Stefan would pick it up or he'd buy a new one the next time he went home. With the Vervain situation, Damon didn't think he'd be returning to Mystic Falls for at least fifty years.
To Be Continued ...
A/N: Story doesn't have a plot. Every chapter will be a stand alone in Vegas. Be Good & Review!
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