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What Happened In Mystic Falls
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Chapter Two
She completely ignored the young vampire girl's escaping form as her eyes narrowed on the body before her. A body that she had never really forgotten, but who she had hoped she had buried along with the rest of her past. The body of the very same person that had used her for his own selfish purposes and so much more.
"Well well well, if it isn't Damon Salvatore."
He gave her his famous smirk.
"And if it isn't the deserter. Its nice to know you still remember my name, Ms. Forbes."
And boy, did she hate the sound of his voice.
"By the lovely frown on your face, I assume you are not all too pleased to see me," he stated with a grin as he began to pace to the right, her eyes not once straying from his moving form. His very presence sent her body on alert, not because she knew what he was capable of, but because the very sight of him was threatening the walls she had built around her past, the past she had so long tried to forget.
"I believe that would be an understatement, I had hoped you would be nothing more than a rotten corpse by now," she relaxed her stance and inspected her immaculate nails indifferently, determined to hide the discomfort his presence was bringing.
"Tsk, tsk, now is that any way to thank the person that just saved your life?" She rolled her eyes.
"For your information Mr. Salvatore, I had the situation under control. She wouldn't have been able to lay a finger on me. You just wasted your energy."
"My my, it appears you have grown a back bone in the past century and a half," and he lunged for her, but she had been on high alert, and she managed to grab his arm and flip him over her shoulder. She smiled down at his own smirking figure.
"A lot has happened in that time."
"Perhaps you're not as defenseless as you may appear," with a chuckle he stood up and dusted himself off, "If so much has happened, why not join me for a drink back at the town? We can. . . catch up."
Caroline's mouth tightened. In reality, "catching up" was the very last thing she wanted to do. She had escaped her past for a reason, she had no intention on reliving it, specially not with Damon Salvatore.
"As tempting as that doesn't sound, I have things to do, people to see, and I can't afford to waste anymore time than what I already have with that girl and yourself."
She turned on her heel, ready to once again walk away from him, but he didn't let her, he was in front of her in a second, his body barely an inch from her own.
"I do believe you're lying Ms. Forbes."
She grimaced.
"Please don't call me that. I stopped being Caroline Forbes a long time ago," she glared at him, remaining still and staring directly into his own eyes, not backing down.
"Then what shall I call you by Blondie?" he raised an eyebrow as he reached towards a stray piece of hair and tucking it behind her ear. He almost laughed at the fire that burned in her eyes.
"I think you have wasted enough of my time," she backed away, once again intent on walking away.
"Don't you want to know what happened in Mystic Falls? To Elena? To Bonnie? Your old love, Matt? Not even your dear old mother?"
She froze, each name threatening to break down the walls and bring everything flooding back. She clenched her jaw as her back faced him.
"No," she answered, "I don't care what happened. That was a long time ago. It makes no difference now."
And she continued walking, surprised that this time, he let her.
The thing about your roots is, you never really forget them. You may be able to adopt something different than what your roots meant for you to be, but they will always leave their mark. No matter how hard she wanted to forget that she was once a normal person, with a normal life, she couldn't. Everything seemed so much easier back then, when all she had to worry about was school, boys, her mother, and trying to live up to be her own person.
She didn't have to worry about the piercing hunger that the mere thought of blood brought to her system, she didn't have to worry about witches and murderous vampires and werewolves that lived among her. They had been myth back then, and it wasn't till this life that she could appreciate the bliss ignorance brought. It was remembering how easy life had been that made this life seem so much more unbearably hard.
If she had not been killed, well she would already be dead by now, she would have been six feet underground. She would have also probably lived a full life, married a nice blond man, had plenty of kids with blue eyes running around.
Of course, back then she had never really bothered to think about settling down and raising a family, that had always seemed as something that Elena would be good at, but it was something that eternity gave her plenty of time to think about. The what if's. The what could have been's.
She often wondered what would have happened if she had never been turned, would she have eventually found out about vampires anyway? Would she have ended up marrying Matt? Going to college? Finding someone at college?
She often lost herself for hours in thoughts like those.
She didn't bother to think what would have happened if she had died, because well she would be dead. Nothing you could do about that really.
But she had wondered about what would have happened if she had been turned differently, by Damon perhaps?
At one point she remembered thinking about the times when he had used her as his own personal blood bank, and his way for getting closer to Elena. What if at some point he had decided to turn her? Would things have been differently?
As she walked through the streets of the small town she currently occupied, she scoffed at the thought. He would have probably ended up killing her soon afterward.
She looked around the town, for the first time taking in its features. She remembered it was called Caracal in what was once Romania. After the many conflicts that arose in the 21st and 22nd century, war was only one of them. The world was no longer seven continents, but three Republics and a Monarchy that the world was split into during the World War of 2105. An event that arose from the extreme reduction in population due to several incidents of nuclear poisoning and pandemics.
What was once Europe became the Monarchy of the World, known as Lux. Africa, Asia, and Australia became a single Republic known as the Republic of Tanta, the most powerful of them all. What was once Canada and the Unites states became known as simply The Country, and Central and South America became Patria.
As a result, with so much land and and power, most of the Republics and Monarchy were corrupt. Most of the towns were poor, as all the Major Cities and government possessing the majority of the world's economy.
But what they lacked in money, they made up with life.
Caroline smiled as walked deeper into the town, and the town became vivid with life. Despite the late hour of the night, no one seemed to be asleep. The streets were lit up with many groups of people littering around, laughter and music surrounding the air.
She knew that many more were in the center of town, partying in what she considered the nightclubs of the Era. The world was still coming out of one of the darkest eras in history and now that the economy was improving, people had more time and money to enjoy life as she had once done so well.
She reached towards the side of her head and pressed against the bud that was neatly tucked into her ear.
"Dial 7763-H-955. Pin number: 7312,"
"Dialing. . ." the mechanical voice from the portable phone confirmed the call as it began to ring. The advancements in technology never seized to amaze her. She was glad technology was one of the few things that only went forward, unlike a lot of this time period.
"Oh, and she remembers I exist!" Catherine smiled and rolled her at the dramatic voice in her ear.
"How could I not remember the, oh so amazing, Marquis," she replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh I hope so, you've been gone for so long! The mere sound of your voice overwhelms me!" Caroline couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh shut up Marquis. I need dirt," she said as she looked around her, making sure she wasn't being followed by anyone, specially a dark haired male with gorgeous blue eyes.
"That is my specialty, what will it be?" his voice retained a more serious and professional tone, something she was glad for at this period in time.
"Has there been any heightened vampire activity around Romania?"
"In Romania? Let me check," there was a pause as she waited, having the urge to retreat to a bar, but remembering the offer Damon had presented her, quickly discarding it in case of any possible run in with him.
"No, Romania has been pretty silent, nothing to bring attention to itself. Why? Do you suspect there should be reason to?"
His deduction skills often surprised her. She was worried that Damon's appearance meant he would be reckless like he had often been in the past, and that his appearance would leave a trail of blood behind. Not to mention the little vampire that had chased her not so long ago.
"Yes actually, it appear someone has me on their radar again."
"Don't tell me its about him again," she could hear the annoyance in his voice and it caused a smile to appear on her face.
"Yep, some vampire harpy seems to have fallen for him and wants me out of the picture," his loud laugh coming from the other side.
"So what is this, like the fifth time? Are you sure he's as bad as you make him seem? Surely someone that dedicated to you can't be that bad."
The growl she emitted was enough answer to his question.
"Alright alright! I'm just sayin', seems to me like he might truly love you."
"That asshole doesn't know the meaning of love. Everything he ever did was a lie and for his own selfish gain. End of conversation. Expect me back in no more than a month. End call."
The line went dead and she huffed. The nerve of him, questioning what she confided in him with. Marquis was probably one of the few people she could trust with her secrets, and this was probably the biggest of them all.
"Keep glaring like that and you might actually burn a hole in the ground," she rolled her eyes she glanced at the side of the building she was crossing, Damon's figure leaning against it.
"Tell me why I'm not surprised," she said with a sigh as she stopped to fully face him. With a smirk he pulled himself off the building.
"I'm known for my persistence," he correctly stated as he began to walk, signaling her to follow. With a shake of her head, she followed, wondering if this would be something she would regret later.
They walked without speaking for a moment, questions filling Caroline's head as she looked at his calm walking figure. She noticed that nothing changed about him. His hair looked the same, a little mussed. His skin remained its same pale color, something that would never change no matter how much time he may spend outside. His body remained the same build she remembered, the build that she found extremely attractive, and the same body that she remembered running her hands down more than once. The thought both excited her and disgusted her, remembering it was a time where she had been used by him.
"Why are you here Damon?" she finally asked as she narrowed her eyes at him. He looked over at her with a quick look from the corner of his eyes before grinning.
"Do I really need a reason? Maybe I'm just breezing by," she rolled her eyes at his response.
"Coming from you? I highly doubt that. You have a reason for everything you do."
He was silent for a while, and she was frustrated by his lack of a fulfilling response.
"I was bored," he finally said. She looked over to see face devoid of anything that might have hinted his reason to be a lie, but it seemed he was actually being honest.
"Bored?" she waited for him to clarify.
"Yeah, everything has been so quiet recently, so I decided to find some excitement."
"Oh. . ." the answer seemed so Damon-ish that it was believable, "Well did you find it yet?"
She eyed him warily as a smirk played on his lips. He looked over at her will a look that sent a burning feeling down her spine.
"I believe I have."
She glared.
"And what might that be?"
His smirk grew.
"I'll have to say seeing that spectacle in the woods was the most exciting thing I've seen in a while. I'm curious as to know why a young vampire was so determined to kill you."
"That is none of your concern Damon. If you're smart. You'll stay out of it," she looked straight ahead, avoiding looking at any part of him as they continued walking.
"My dear Caroline, there is no need to try to protect me," he feigned to be shocked as she glared at him.
"You are the last person I would try to protect," she hissed out. He chuckled.
"You're still not sore about the me almost killing you and using you are you? Come on that was like what, over a century and a half ago?" the way he made it sound made it seem as this was nothing but a small misunderstanding that should have been forgotten a long time ago, only making her blood boil.
"You're kidding me Damon. Do you really think what you did and almost did to me is something that I would simply brush off!" despite the many changes her personality had undergone, her temper was the one thing she could never really control.
"Well, you brushed off everything else just fine," and that one line made her freeze. She couldn't help but think how hard that hit home.
Instead of going to the bar like she thought they would, she instead found that they had gone to a more quiet part of town. It was a field where the kids would often play ball in the mornings. There were several benches made of wood at the edge where parents would often wait for their kids, and this is where they found themselves sitting.
"Its been a hundred and fifty years Caroline, and I still don't know why you left without a word to anyone."
She looked down at the dirt in front of her.
"Does it really matter? Now, after all that time?" her voice sounded somewhat defeated, even to herself, a voice she had not used in a long long time.
"Well, it may not really matter to me. Its not like it made a difference," she looked up and glared at him.
"Jeez, thanks for that boost to my self esteem," she rolled her eyes. Of course, this was expected of Damon. Of course her departure would not have affected him any, she had been nothing to him, a tool maybe, but nothing else. Still, the thought that she didn't matter still managed to hit the insecurities she had possessed at that point in time.
She was no longer the insecure little girl she had been back then, but the mere fact that Damon had been around that time, was enough to bring some of those insecurities right back. As if she was trying to live up to the legacy of what she was supposed to be now, as a vampire and not that weak human girl he had so easily manipulated.
He chuckled.
"Well, for the sake of curiosity and old times sake, why not indulge me?"
The sound of those words was absolutely ridiculous. Why would she tell him anything? It was Damon. Someone that had used her and manipulated her. He could see the hesitation in her eyes, despite her guarded expression.
"Please?" he added a pout for good measure, and as she looked at the childlike expression on his face, she found herself forgetting about just what kind of person Damon Salvatore was. . .
Ending Thoughts: So I guess I showed a little of this new world? I realized that 150 years is a very long time and for a second I wondered if i made it harder for myself by making this take place is such a long time period ahead. When you look at our world 150 years ago, it changed alot, so 150 more years means a lot of changes too right? And because I like to be immaculate with my worlds, I am trying to make this more realistic by making a lot of changes in their world that might seem. . . odd. But hey, its my world right? You'll see more changes in this society in proceeding chapters as well as Caroline's past and present, but as for this one. . . like it? Hate it? Better, worse than the first chapter? Should Damon drive a stake through himself? I wanna hear it all! Share your thoughts with me and make me a happy authoress!
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