Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire diaries in any way.
Summary: Caroline forgets.
I arch my back, unwillingly. A hot mouth presses against my neck and memories surface under skin. I push it away and guide him somewhere else. The brick is hard and cold against my back. The night is hazy and I wobble on my heels, the mouth left at the corner. I can't feel anything but coldness. It blankets around me and the only thing that brings the flush back into my body is the memory of tearing flesh and red on my pillows.
I don't know how long I walk. I can only remember that I was forgotten. No, worse than forgotten. Abandoned. My own voice echoes loudly and painfully in my head; I want to be used. I remember laughter and the tilting of cups. Cups full of liquid promises that die in the morning.
Hands traced my body, hands full of scars and vows of pain. I sit on a bench. Hoping, waiting, for a hero that will never come.
"Caroline." He whispers, amused. I know he hears the way my heart beats. It chants his name 'Damon'. Only a kiss I promise myself, but like the cups all my promises to myself die in the morning.
Heroes never come, but villains will always find me in the darkness. And I always let them.