shaped in the form of mine.
a/n: originally intended to be a scene from in my veins: part dos, i decided to take it out and leave it dangling.
He's walking across the school grounds, leather-clad, hands in pocket. It's a completely normal day – you know, if you counted Stefan being such a prissy little bitch – and he does something he normally wouldn't do: whistle.
It's a happy, carefree tune that suddenly gets cut off –
Mutt is walking around with his girl. What the heck, he thinks, eyebrows raised even more than they usually are, which is quite a feat, he admits.
He moves towards them, eyes darkly intent, and he knows the exact moment Caroline notices him, because the wind shifts and the sky darkens and all that other nauseating clichéd fairytale stuff. Her eyes meet his own by accident and he can see he's scared her (repulsed her too) because her lips waver, pulling into a slight downward curve, and her eyes dart nervously to Matt, her new hunky white knight.
Someone gag him, please.
Quickly, she stands up (which he appreciates by the way; as much as Elena's beauty has always enamoured him, he's always liked Caroline's long, endless legs better), her hand whipping out to latch onto Mutt's. In a moment highly infused with surreal comedy, Mutt looks up, classically puppy-dog-eyed confused and Caroline rushes through a pathetic explanation, probably bothered all too much by the fact that hey, he's a vampire, just like me, and he can totally hear every word I'm saying and then they're pulling away, hurrying towards the car park and Damon's left standing in the middle of the courtyard, smirking just the slightest, hundreds of female students milling about, gazing at him longingly.
A rush of pride – she felt she had to claim Matt or show that someone claims her other than himself. He knows she'd never do that to anyone else, for anyone else, and it means he still means something to her, even if bad.
But, haha, really? Like anyone could ever claim her other than him. (Scoff)
Still, he'll give her a grudging A for effort. Because here, he feels a strange sort of – dare he say it – possessiveness that he never felt when he had her before.
The whistling comes out slightly forced when he picks up again.
-fin.