AU: Two years into the future, Damon and Elena split the cure between them, so now they're human, except for the fact that they have supernatural abilities: compulsion, speed, strength and stamina.
Stefan and Rebekah left Mystic Falls together.
Klaus kidnapped Caroline in pursuit of Tyler.
Damon-
I think it's pretty safe to say that I had never been happier. Even after Elena took half of the cure, the sirebond broke and yes, she still loved me. The grin that was plastered upon my lips never faltered as she leaned up, a small giggle escaping her plush brims whilst they pressed firmly against my own. "Get to work," she exclaimed, giving a cheeky slap to my backside.
"Do I have to?" I whined and shook my head, wrinkling up my nose in distaste. She'd made me get a job to support us both, when really there was no need. "It's not like we need the money, is it?"
She gave a quick roll of her mocha coloured hues and laughed beneath her breath, jumping down over the back of the couch to get herself comfortable. "Yes, you have to. I need to go shopping for groceries anyway."
"Groceries?" my nose wrinkles up once again and I step closer to the couch, resting my hands against the back of it. "Like what?"
"Salad, chips, chocolate, banana's-" I cut her off.
"Banana's? I know a much tastier banana," a boyish smirk masked my features as she scoffed and reached back, delivering a gentle slap against my abdomen.
"Work! Now!" she exclaimed.
With a nod of my head and a roll of my icy azure hues, I spun on the balls of my feet and paced towards the door, my car keys already in my hand. "See you later, babe."
"Love you!" Elena called after me and I grinned.
"I love you too." the words came from my mouth so casually, yet just a couple of years ago, I couldn't imagine myself ever getting to say them to Elena. 'I love you', sure, but not 'I love you too'. I could only dream of her saying 'I love you' to me. I hopped into the car and started up the engine, making my way towards gym. The gym, of all places, is where I got a job as a Personal Trainer. I know, right? Damon Salvatore doing something selfless by helping others. It was actually quite amusing at first, all these people having an interview to get the job. I just had to compel them and boom, I had the job. My mind was elsewhere when I was driving, so I didn't see the truck at the crossway. I felt it. I felt it crash into the side of my car. I felt myself be flung forwards. And I definitely felt my head smash against the window.
I blacked out.
Stefan-
A loud groan of boredom passed my lips as I tipped back my head against the head rest of the car.
"Quit moaning, love, it's annoying," the blonde vampire stated, reaching over from the passenger seat to pat my knee.
"Oh yeah?" a smirk pulled at my lips as I tipped my head forwards again, my gaze falling upon the motorway. "That's not what you were saying last night."
"A different kind of moaning, that doesn't count."
"Yeah, whatever. How long until we get to London?" I asked her. Rebekah had dragged me halfway around the world to go visit some stupid 'Westminster Abbey'. Apparently it was a nice place to visit? I was unsure.
"Patience, lover." she replied, turning in her seat to rest her feet in my lap, her legs crossed at the ankles. She leisurely leaned her back against the door and closed her eyes.
"Uh, no. You're not taking a nap. You're my walking, talking map." I began to protest immediately, but it only caused the corners of her lips to twitch into a small smile. Cute. She knew that she could manipulate me like that; all's she had to do was give me big puppy dog eyes, or smile - like that - and she'd have me wrapped around her little finger. "Fine, but don't blame me when we end up in Scotland."
She huffed breath out of her nose in amusement, snuggling herself against the leather of the seat. My laurel gaze returned to the road and I glanced up at the road signs. Damn, I hated England. They drove on the wrong side of the road, their roundabouts were backwards, their cars are opposite to normal cars. Stupid, but I'd adapted quickly. I sped down the motorway and followed the signs that led towards London.
Me and Rebekah were still in a no-strings-attached kind of relationship, but neither of us had ventured far away from the other in our two years of being...together? If that's the word. We were physically together, but not emotionally. If anybody tried to flirt with her, she'd just gesture towards me and call me her 'boyfriend', which I didn't really mind. She was hot, I was envied. I returned the favour, simply telling any girl that I wasn't interested because I already had a girlfriend; Rebekah.
Klaus-
"Caroline, love, stop struggling already. It's been over two years." I rolled my eyes. The girl was still struggling against her wrist ties that kept her secured to the wall. Tears streamed down her face and that alone was enough to make me hate what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. I had a reputation to uphold.
"Ugh!" she sniffled away her tears, "just let me go already! You're never going to find Tyler!"
Dry laughter passed my parted lips, rolling my eyes once again. "I will find him, and when I do, I'm going to kill him."
Another sob wrecked through her body and she curled up on the chair, leaning against the wall. "I hate you..." she whispered, though there was obvious doubt in her voice. She hated me, but she couldn't get enough of me.
"No you don't," I retaliated, stepping closer before crouching down in front of her. I pulled my sleeve over my hand and used my thumb to wipe away her tears.
"I-I do!" she stammered, though her head tipped to my touch, welcoming the warmth of my hand.
My infatuation with Caroline didn't only annoy her, but it annoyed me too. I didn't want to fall in love with her, I never asked to fall in love. An eternal hybrid - a monster - shouldn't love. Nor should they be loved. But I couldn't help it, she just seemed so perfect to me in every way. She was beautiful, funny, bubbly and alive. Fury rushed over me and I backed away, shaking my head at her. "No!" I turned on my heels and sat down on the bed, my forearms resting against my thighs with my head hung.
"K-Klaus?" she asked daringly.
"What?"
"I'm sorry..." my eyes narrowed in suspicion and I raised my head to look at her, canting my head to one side a little.
"What fo-" cut short as a bullet smashed the window nearest me, colliding with my shoulder. "Agh!" I protested, crying out in pain. But before I could even register what was happening, another bullet smashed into the middle of my chest. I stood up and rushed away from the window, but as I did, the bullet near my heart inched it's way closer and closer. My hand flew up to my shoulder to pull out the bullet from my flesh, but the moment my skin came into contact with it, it burned. Wolfsbane and vervain. Shit.
Caroline's eyes were wide with fear, wild. But the moment I collapsed down beside her, she shuffled away from me, a dark smirk twisting onto her features. A hooded figure with a gun hopped through the shattered window and shot at least eight more bullets into my chest. That's the last thing I remembered.
Elena-
My thoughts of today drifted away from Damon and his 'banana' and went to the shopping list. What would I actually need? So much stuff. And chocolate. Damn, I was craving chocolate. With a shrug of my shoulders, I jumped up off the couch and headed into the kitchen, Damon's overly large shirt covering my ass by falling down to about my mid-thighs. I was wearing nothing other than his shirt and a pair of white panties. "Hm." I murmured as I thought to myself, jumping up onto the kitchen side to reach the cupboard. Since becoming human, Damon had had to make a lot of changes and renovations to his house. Getting rid of all the bloodbags in the basement, inducing vervain into the water, buying a refrigerator and ridding of all the torture devices he had stashed away. I pulled a plate out of the cupboard and laid it on the side before turning my body and opening up the fridge, pulling out leftover salad from last night. I dumped it onto my plate and hopped down off the counter.
"Who is it?" I called as I heard a knock at the door, picking up my plate and slowly making my way towards the living room. I placed my plate down on the side and opened the door a fraction.
"Ma'am, are you Elena Gilbert?" said a rather square looking policeman wearing a pair of black trousers and a white shirt that was tucked in. Three men were stood behind him and all of their faces were very solemn, not showing any emotion.
"Uh, yeah...What's happened?" I asked, fear flooding my mind. I kept my legs hidden behind the door, so that only my head poked around the frame.
"Mr. Salvatore has been in an accident. We need you to come to the hospital right away."
"Wait, what? Damon?"
"Yes ma'am."
My knees became weak and I dropped to the ground, clutching onto the door handle. Not Damon. No, this wasn't fair. The police officers rushed in and, with two on either side of me, helped me to my feet. They lead me outside and sat me in the back of the car. "We need you to come to the hospital." one of them, a slightly larger one, told me.
"Y-Yeah...I need..." rubbing my hands down my legs, my hair plastered to my face from the tears, my nose running. I must have looked like a mess. "I need some trousers."
"Don't worry, Ma'am. They'll supply you with some when we arrive." and with the rest of the men in the car, they drove off towards the hospital.
I curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth in an attempt to calm myself, to no avail.
