What if Damon and Stefan had somebody new to fight over? What if their obsession with Katherine transferred onto Caroline? Set in 1864, just a few months after Katherine got took away from both siblings. The brothers are vampires.
Italics= Caroline's thoughts.
"Is she breathing?" A frantic shout from an unfamiliar voice caused Caroline to open her eyes. Everything was hazy and her mind felt dizzy, it was as if she just came off a fair ride at a carnival. Oh, how she loved carnivals... the laughter, the fun, the candy floss... A sudden shake of her shoulders brought her back to reality as she tried to make out who the three boys, or men were surrounding her body.
"Who are you?" She managed to choke out as a young male sat her upright against a chair, his hand on her back, rubbing in circles.
"Don't worry, young lady. You're okay now, my two boys found you in the lake from across the boarding house face down in water, and brought you here to safety," said the older man, handing her a hot cup of cocoa. She took the hot mug in her hands and gently smiled.
Wait? Lake? She was in the lake... come on Care, remember! A face was coming into her mind, a handsome cruel face. He grabbed her by the neck and plummeted her into the water, trying to drown her. But why? She can't seem to remember... she couldn't remember anything before or after that incident. Her mind was gone.
"Thankyou," was all she could say. The older male left the room abrubdly, sending his goodbyes before shutting the door behind him, leaving her with two young males. Not a gentleman, she thought.
"I'm Damon," said a male, kneeling down infront of her and smiling. He was handsome, too handsome, really. Like some prince from a fairy tale book. He had dark brown hair, which was slightly curly. "I'm Caroline," she replied back, "And I'm-" Began the other brother, but Damon cut him out. "He's Stefan," Caroline laughed and Stefan had a scowl on his face.
"I can answer for myself."
"I know, little brother."
Ah, so Stefan was the younger brother. You could tell, really. He had a youthful face, and lighter hair than his sibling.
"So, where do you come from? I can take you home," Damon continued, running his hand through his curly hair. Caroline was about to reply but stopped, not knowing where she had come from. "I..I don't know," She answered truthfully, doubting they'd believe her.
"You don't know?" He asked further, with a confused look on his face. Stefan stepped forward, putting his hands on his brothers shoulder. "Or maybe she just doesn't want to tell you," his teasing tone was enough to put her at ease. Caroline shook her head, "No, honestly. I don't know where I come from."
"Do you have any friends that we could find?" Stefan chirped in.
Friends? Did she have any? Any at all? No. She can't think. Nothing is in her brain that signals "friends."
She shook her head. Both brothers looked at eachother and Damon signalled to the door. "Would you excuse us?" He asked. She nodded and they walked out into the same room the older man had. She heard whispering behind the door and a few rather long minutes later they walked back in.
"Since you have no idea of where you are or if you have any friends, we think it'd be best if you stay here until you remember something," Stefan informed while Damon nodded and gave her a quizzing look.
What should she do? She couldn't just say no, that was rude. But she couldn't just say yes either, she hardly knew these people. But what if she wondered out and found that... animal of a man again? That was enough for her to conclude her decision.
"I'll stay. Please." She offered a smile and tried to stand up, Stefan came to her aid and grabbed her gently before she tumbled to the floor. He held her up, his arm around her back. Caroline thanked him and Damon rolled his eyes, lighting a candle that was on the corner table and opening the door that everyone seemed to just dissapear into whenever they felt like it. Then she just remembered how cold she was. Of course! She was found in water and her clothes and blonde hair were still a little damp. It was like Damon read her mind,
"We'll get you something more warm to wear and we'll try and dry out that dress in the sun tomorrow."
"Thankyou. You really are both being very kind."
"It's what gentleman do, Caroline," Damon stated before throwing her a very charming smile. He held the candle up infront of him and led the way through a hall, until they stopped at a staircase. Stefan's arm was still around her waist, still supporting her. She was honestly thankful, if he let go she probably would fall to the ground out of weakness. Her legs still hurt and ached. It took a toll on her and it probably showed.
"All of our rooms are up here," Damon instructed, walking up the staircase, Caroline and Stefan both following closely behind. This time Stefan signaled for her to start walking up first.
Good thinking and good manners, Caroline thought. If she tripped backwards Stefan would be there to catch her, afterall, she was wearing a long dress.
"Caroline, you can sleep in the guest room. There are many here, you're free to pick which one you'd like to spend your night in," Caroline finally stepped on something that wasn't a step. She was on a flat surface. Her legs were beginning to ache even more. Honestly, she just needed bed to lie in and a good nights sleep. Stefan appeared next to her and smiled, they both followed Damon along the corridor that had a lot of doors. Must be bedrooms, she thought. Very odd house to have this much space but only three people living inside.
"I recommend this room. It has a double bed and a really nice view of the gardens," Damon informed her, twisting the door knob and walking inside, putting the burning candle down on the bedside table.
"It's lovely," Caroline replied as she stepped foot in the room and looked around. "I'll gladly take this room." She walked over to the bed and touched the fabric. She liked the feeling against her fingertips. She sat down on it and sighed, glancing at her dirty dress. Oh what a sight she must be.
"Stefan, leave-"
"No, I want to make sure she has everything she-"
Damon glared at Stefan, "Leave." He warned, and smiled in triumphant when the younger brother fled the room.
That wasn't very nice, she thought.
"Why did you do that?" She asked.
"Do what? Oh, Stefan? He needs to get to bed. He's needs sleep," He laughed and continued with a question, "Do you need anything? Do you think you'll be okay in this room?"
"I.. please can I just get some other clothes? This dress really isn't bed time material," she giggled and tugged at the hem of her dress.
"Yes, of-course," Damon nodded and began to walk back out the room. "I'll be back here soon. Just settle yourself in. Do what you like, I don't mind." He smiled before completely leaving her sight.
She put her hands on her lap and sighed.
They both seemed nice, but everything seemed so... odd. Why was Damon so mean to his brother?
Before she could dwell on them both even more, she stood back up (With difficulies) and made her way over to the chest of drawers that was in the corner of the room. It seemed old and bits of wood had chipped off but it was still a very nice peice of furniture.
She knew it wasn't right to snoop in people's things, but she just couldn't help herself. She opened the top drawer and nothing really interesting seemed to be in there. Just a few items of clothing and bits and bobs. However, the second drawer seemed very interesting to her. There were photos. She didn't know where to start. There was so many. She picked one out at random at took a closer look, it was Damon as a child. Very cute, she thought. Not really that interesting though. She put it back inside and her eyes caught onto one particular photo. She grabbed it and noticed how beautiful this girl was. She had her hair in curls, her hair was beautiful. She seemed to be a brunette, but she couldn't quite tell.
I wonder who this is? Of course, Care! Turn it over and see if there's any writing on the back.
And she just did that. "Katherine," Was all she could make out until she heard the door open and a very angry looking Damon holding clothes.
"What are you doing?" He demanded in a very condescending down. He had now dropped the clothes on the bed and began to walk towards her. "What were you doing?" He repeated.
"I was just..." she put the photo back in the draw and backed up against the heavy furniture.
"ANSWER ME!" He shouted, getting even closer and grabbing her wrist, the veins around his eyes seemed to darken and become more noticeable.
What is he? What is this? He eyes...the veins... they're exactly the same as the man who tried to drown her.
"I'm sorry, I was just looking!" She cried out, his fingernails digging into her skin, blood escaping the wounds he had caused. The sight of this caused Caroline to squeal in pain, "Damon, please, You're hurting me! I wasn't doing anything bad, I swe-" She trailed off as Damon's mouth opened, about to make contact with her wrist.
Stefan suddenly burst through the door. "What the hell is going on in here?"
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