Under My Skin by asesina
Disclaimer: I don't own TVD.
a/n: set in early season 1. Explores Damon's relationship with Caroline. This will not be mushy. In fact, Damon is almost predatory in this, because that is how he treated Caroline in season 1.
It was creepy and even borderline abusive, but I find their relationship to be fascinating.
I hope you like it!
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There was something magnetic about Mystic Falls, Virginia.
Maybe it was the light, sweet summer air that enticed him, or maybe it was the innumerable public festivals that always seemed to bring hundreds of bright-eyed, naïve townspeople together.
Whatever it was, Damon Salvatore was unable to resist it.
He was lured in by the siren song of the gleeful, clueless townspeople that cheered fervently at high school football games and wept stormily at poorly-acted community plays.
Damon was captivated by their idiocy, by their apparent willingness to invite in any stranger for a piece of apple pie and a glass of milk on a summer afternoon.
He grinned to himself as he studied their mile-wide smiles and gullible hospitality.
Mystic Falls was going to be the perfect place for a comeback tour.
Damon could smell their blood. It was rich, well-fed, robust blood that truly characterized the earnest, hardworking Southern folk that inhabited Mystic Falls. Blood of this caliber was so hard to find in the big city, and Damon had stumbled upon a veritable goldmine.
He made no attempts to hide himself from the endlessly sunny streets of Mystic Falls. Instead, Damon winked and flirted. He stepped into cool, quiet Mom and Pop coffee shops and ordered espresso shots, and he spent hours sitting in the park under the innocuous guise of people-watching.
Damon's intent was far more sinister, naturally. He spent hours every day listening to snippets of conversation, picking up on people's schedules and patterns as he began to carefully formulate something resembling a game plan.
His plan came to a screeching halt when he saw her moving through the park.
She wasn't really walking as much as she was bouncing, and she smiled to herself in such a vapidly girlish way that he couldn't resist watching her.
She was tall and blonde, but those weren't the only physical prerequisites of the teenage All-American beauty queen that she fulfilled.
She was also bubbly, well-dressed, and giggly, perhaps even annoyingly so.
There was no doubt about it.
Damon Salvatore was going to taste her blood, and then he was going to break her.
