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Notes: Finoline FTW! And some inspiration, such as the title, from a book called Nevermore, by Kelly Craigh
Oh Won't you Smite my Everlasting Soul?
Oh, she is so going to hell for this. That is, if she has a soul, which is still up for debate; Stephan says yes, Damon says n, she says what the hell, who cares. Either way, vampire or not, she doesn't think god would appreciate hr knocking back shots with an original.
"So, you really loved Sage?" she asks as they knock back another shot. He likes wine and she likes whiskey, and she won the coin toss.
"With all of my heart, to the point where I abandoned my morals to be with her." he answers dryly. He's not a very charming person, though he can be, and she's finding that she likes that about him.
"Damn. It must have sucked when-"
"It did." he cuts her off. "though it's lessened now," he adds with a glace her way. She feels herself blush (a 50 year old vampire blushing? What would Damon say?)
"That's good," she says, thinking back to the early days of them, soon after Sage's betrayal, "I'm glad you're happy." she means it. They have an odd relationship- not friends or lovers or anything like that. Maybe drinking buddies. Companions, perhaps.
"And Tyler?" he inquires, curious.
"Over it, I guess," she says. "in all honestly, it was mostly puppy love mixed with supernatural hormones. You know how it is."
a pause.
"Wait- you do know-"
"Don't be silly, Caroline, of course I do." he tells her, "I may have spent a millennial sleeping, but I lived for quite some time before that, and I can assure you, I am not morally sound."
"Oh. But Sage..."
"Was the only one who mattered."
"Ah. So you have-"
"Caroline, I have corrupted many a girl, revived many women who thought themselves dead, and condemned many souls to everlasting longing," he smirks then, leans in towards her, so his lips just brush her cheek- "And if you still don't believe me, I can always prove myself."
shivers run don her spine.
"Promise?" she whispers. His hand, so warm and large, runs up her thigh, her torso, onto her arm, loops around her elbow, and guides her out of the bar they chose. She follows him unwaveringly, eagerly.
She is so going to hell.
ooo
She wakes up tangled in him, the hotel room trashed.
The sheets are covered in blood, because, hello, vampires. The headboard is broken from where her hands dug into it, holding on for dear life. Pillows are everywhere, in pieces across the room.
There's a cracked wall.
He's awake, leaning against the splintered headboard, looking quite pleased with himself (he should be).
"Believe me?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Where were you headed after this?"
"Can't say I know." she did, but god damn it if she can remember any plans after last night.
"Then you're free to visit Rome with me?" his voice is no longer sultry and sooth and oh, so seductive.
"Finn?"
"Yes?"
"Are you asking me out?"
He sighs, looks down to her, and raises his eyebrows.
"I am wondering if you would like to, perhaps, travel with me, as more than a friend, and more than last night. Do not compare that offer to some high-school tradition you practiced."
"Either way, I'm saying yes." she can barley contain her happiness- who'd have though a day would com when a hookup lead to something real with a man and not the other way around?
He smiles.
"Lovely. I take it you'll need new undergarments? Unless you wish t sow yours back together."
She finds herself quiet looking forwards to this trip.