A/N – Ok so this is what happens when I have a couple of glasses of wine while watching X-Men. Crack. Pure crack. I guess it's true when they say you can ship Caroline with anyone. I'm not sure if I am going to continue this or not. I kind of want to explore the whole Damon/Caroline/Logan triangle thing but I don't know if I'm truly capable of depicting Logan correctly. Let me know what you think and if I should continue. Laters, T-
Mutation.
"Can I get a Bud?"
Caroline turned towards the strong gravelly voice that suddenly came from beside her and noticed a man that she had never seen before, not at The Grille anyway. He looked older, probably late thirties? Caroline frowned to herself as she guessed his age. She was never very good at it and it didn't help that she had pretty much drank herself into a stupor, having firmly planted her butt on Damon's barstool for the better part of the day. He was tall and well built, though he had a little too much facial hair for her liking and he definitely reeked of supernatural. He was probably a werewolf or a hybrid, one of Klaus' cronies that he periodically sent to Mystic Falls every few years or so to check on Caroline while he was out terrorizing the world. Caroline frowned once more before downing her shot of bourbon.
"I've never seen you before," Caroline said, shifting her eyes forward, so as not to make eye contact with the stranger next to her, as she waved her empty shot glass at the bartender. "Did Klaus send you to check up on me? Cause if he did you can go right back to him and tell him I said he can rot in Hell. Love, Caroline." She could feel the man smirk at her as he raised the bottle of beer to his lips and looked down at her through his lashes.
"Caroline is it?" the stranger asked as he leaned against the bar. Caroline nodded slightly as the bartender approached her and refilled her glass. "I don't know who this Klaus guy is, but let me assure you, I'm just passing through." Caroline scoffed as she raised the amber liquid to her lips and swallowed it in one smooth gulp.
"No one just passes through Mystic Falls…." Caroline hesitated for a moment as she realized that the stranger now knew her name, but she had yet to learn his. "I'm sorry, what's your name?" Caroline asked as she turned and looked up at the mystery man.
"Logan." Caroline nodded as she once again waved the bartender over and grabbed the open bottle of bourbon from his hand.
"Well Logan," Caroline drawled out his name as she poured herself another shot. "If you're not one of Klaus' hybrids here to check up on me, then I'm assuming you're straight werewolf, and it'd definitely be wise to stay the hell away from me either way." Caroline looked up and gave the handsome stranger a deadly grin as she raised her shot glass as if in salute. Logan smiled, all teeth, as he shook his head at the clearly intoxicated blonde before him and took another swig of his beer.
"You've obviously been watching too much Twilight little girl. I am not a werewolf, or a hybrid, whatever the hell that is. I'm Wolverine." Caroline creased her brow in confusion. Wolver-what? Is this some kind of super hybrid that Klaus created to further fuck with her pathetic existence?
"What the fuck is a wolverine?" Caroline asked sharply. Logan shook his head as he placed his beer bottle on the bar.
"It's not a wolverine, I am Wolverine. I'm a mutant." Caroline frowned as she looked at Logan. What the hell kind of place did this guy come from that the supernatural was called mutant?
"Mutant? What the hell kind of discriminatory word is that? We're all mutants in one way or another," Caroline said with a scowl. This guy was definitely backwoods ignorant.
"Not my kind of mutant, Sweetheart," Logan said with a sly grin as he waved the bartender over for another beer. Well this was certainly getting interesting.
"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," Caroline said coyly as she grabbed a second shot glass and filled it with bourbon, sliding it over to Logan.
"What?"
"What?"
"Right here. In front of all these people?" Logan asked as he scanned the full bar.
"They're all compelled. They won't remember anything," Caroline said with a dismissive shrug.
"Who compelled them?" Logan asked as he eyed the pretty blonde suspiciously.
"I did. It's fun sometimes to manipulate the average Joe's so that they become extras in your own personal movie."
"You're twisted." Caroline furrowed her brow defensively.
"You spend the majority of your life stuck in a 17 year olds body in the same hick town you were born in almost 60 years ago and you get a little jaded," Caroline said sharply. "Here, I'll go first," Caroline said as she tried to lighten the mood before her buzz was officially ruined. Taking a deep breath in, Caroline closed her eyes and let her vampirism take over, feeling the veins protrude under her eyes and her fangs elongate. Caroline opened her eyes and hissed at Logan as she showed him her true vampire self. "Ta-da!" Caroline said dramatically as she observed the look of appreciation on Logan's face.
"Look at you all Devil in disguise," Logan said as he watched Caroline's face seamlessly faze back to its more human-like state.
"Your turn," Caroline said as she poured herself another shot.
"I suppose it is," Logan said as he put his bottle of beer on the bar and closed both of his fists. In a flash three very long metal claws sliced through the skin of each hand. Caroline's jaw dropped for a moment as she stared at the metal talons. Slowly she raised her index finger to the tip of one of the claws and pressed the pad of her finger against it lightly causing blood to trickle down her digit.
"Ouch," Caroline said as she quickly pulled her finger away and stuck it in her mouth.
"Careful Sweetheart, they're sharp," Logan said with a devilish grin. Caroline pulled her finger out of her mouth and showed the now healed digit to the Wolverine.
"All better. I heal pretty fast."
"Another mutation?" Logan asked with raised brow.
"Ugh. I hate that word. Mutation. I prefer Supernatural," Caroline said with a scowl.
"So, you're a superhero?" Logan asked with a smirk. Caroline smiled as she rolled her eyes.
"Well they both have the word 'super' in it but no, I'm not a superhero. Though, I do like to think that I am pretty super. Are you?" Logan frowned slightly at Caroline's question. Shaking his head, he took a long swig of his beer.
"No," he finally said as he inspected the label on his bottle of beer. "Not exactly."
"How cryptic," Caroline mumbled as she swallowed another shot. Logan shifted his gaze from the bottle of beer to Caroline, then moved his eyes up as he noticed a raven haired man with ice blue eyes come up behind Caroline.
"You're in my seat Blondie," Damon said with a scowl as he flicked Caroline's ear.
"Shouldn't you be out stalking Elena Damon?" Caroline asked as she swatted Damon's hand away from her ear. Choosing to ignore Caroline's mention of Elena, Damon moved his gaze to the stranger next to her who was busy eyeing the pair curiously.
"Who's this?" Damon asked with a tone of threat in his voice as he nodded to Logan.
"Logan, Damon. Damon, Logan," Caroline said with annoyance. Logan extended his hand for a shake but Damon refused to take it as he eyed the man suspiciously.
"You're hairy," Damon said as he squinted his eyes, further inspecting Caroline's new acquaintance.
"Watch it Bub." Damon smirked at Logan's threat and moved his eyes back to Caroline.
"What'd I tell you about hanging out with wolves Blondie?" Damon asked in a condescending tone.
"He's not a werewolf Damon," Caroline said as if it should be obvious. "He's a wolverine."
"What the fuck is a wolverine?" Damon asked with raised brow.
"Here let me show you," Logan said and in a flash was standing directly in front of Damon, his metal claws grazing against Damon's throat.
"Cool," Damon squeaked out, taking care to not let his Adam's apple scrape against the sharp metal. Logan glared at Damon for a long moment before finally retracting his claws.
"I think it's time for me to call it a night," Logan said as he finished what was left of his beer in one gulp and grabbed his leather jacket.
"So soon?" Caroline said with a pout. "Don't let Damon get to you. He's like this around everyone," Caroline finished with a glare towards the raven haired Salvatore who matched her glare with his own.
"Afraid so Sweetheart," Logan said with a smile as he leaned toward Caroline and lightly placed a kiss on her cheek. "It was nice meeting you Caroline. Maybe we'll run into each other again someday," Logan said lowly next to her ear before straightening and giving a wink to Damon who scowled at Logan with utter disdain.
"What the fuck was that?" Damon asked as he stared at Logan's back as he exited The Grille.
"What? Nothing!" Caroline said defensively though she wasn't sure why she felt it necessary to be defensive in the first place.
"Whatever. Pour me a shot Blondie," Damon said as he sat down next to Caroline. Caroline rolled her eyes but obliged, pouring a shot of bourbon and sliding it to Damon. "What is it with you and wolves," Damon mumbled as he took his shot and looked at Caroline from the corner of his eye. "I might have to start calling you Little Red Riding Hood."
"I told you Damon. He's not a werewolf or a hybrid. He calls himself a mutant," Caroline explained as she downed another shot. She was definitely going to need more alcohol in order to deal with Damon's attitude tonight.
"So what, you like this…mutant?" Damon asked as he tested the word. Caroline furrowed her brow curiously at Damon.
"He seemed nice enough," Caroline started slowly. "I like him more than you at the moment. Sarcastic Vampire Gigolo's aren't really my thing." Caroline said with a smirk. "Why do you even care Damon?"
"I don't," Damon said maybe a little too quickly. "I'm just assessing the situation. The threat."
"I don't think he's a threat Damon," Caroline said becoming increasingly annoyed.
"So you do like him," Damon said with a leer.
"Whatever," Caroline said as she stood and grabbed her coat.
"Where are you going?" Damon asked quickly as Caroline started to walk away.
"Home."