These Versions of Violence / Sometimes Subtle, Sometimes Clear / And the Ones That Go Unnoticed / Still Leave Their Mark Once Disappeared
Caroline Forbes and Damon Salvatore
"Did he hurt you?" Elena had grabbed at the shawl covered Caroline's bare back and the clear bite marks that Damon had left earlier, revealing the angry marks.
The blonde had snapped back, snatching the shawl back from Elena, rearranging it around her shoulders again so no one else would see the marks. "He…He didn't mean to hurt me." She had told her friend with a confidence she wasn't aware that she had.
Elena stared at her friend suspiciously, wondering if she should believe her or not, and Caroline stalked away before she could find out Elena's response. She didn't need the wrath of Damon coming down on her if he thought that she had crossed him in any way.
"Why are you being like this? I'm so good to you…"
"You are the only stupid thing here. And shallow. And…useless…"
The words cut into her like a knife, sharper than his teeth ever could. The sneer to his lips as he spat out the words reminded her that to him, she was just a toy; a shiny toy for him to play with and then disregard when he was bored.
How many times, since she had taken him home with her, had he ignored her to turn around a couple of hours later to plant small kisses down her neck, sweet talking her into doing something for him?
The bite marks would fade, eventually. She knew that already, faint scars already the only reminders of what she had so far endured and one day no one would be able to tell that she had once been bitten.
Stupid. Shallow. Useless. She couldn't escape his taunts.
Even after she had finally escaped his grasp, his voice haunted her – whispering to her in the night that she was useless, that she was stupid.
When she woke up in the hospital alone, she felt different. She felt out of control and crazed – but she knew that no one could hurt her. No one could hurt anymore.
Until Damon grabbed her, his fingers digging in to the tender flesh of her arms, as he sneered at her again; reminding her that her existence was to remain a secret. She flinched and turned her head, avoiding the eyes that had once compelled her.
Stupid. Shallow. Useless. He still had control over her.