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Here's the new chapter again! I wrote it yesterday instead of studying because it was so much more fun.

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2. Nine Inch Nails

I knew I shouldn't have come back to this fucking town Caroline thought while she sat down in a secluded area of the bar. The drunken man had made her pissed and she wanted to kill someone. She just wanted a drink, fast. So she made eye contact with the bartender, who'd been serving a man on the other side of the bar, then she started to count.

"Five, four, three, two, one."

"Would you like something to drink miss?"

And the bartender was at her side of the bar.

"Three shots of tequila, one scotch – no rocks." she told him impatiently. The bartender set up four glasses, poured her the tequila and her whiskey and glanced a little too long at her breasts, but she didn't mind. She wore these clothes by choice and she was fully aware of the effect it had on people, so why shouldn't she let them look? There was a reason she'd toughed up her wardrobe after leaving Mystic Falls two years ago. These kind of clothes looked fucking dashing on her. Though she would never accept cheap pick up lines from disgusting douchebags like the middle aged man, currently sporting an impression of her Louboutins on his throat. And she would never ever let anyone talk trash about her clothes.

"On the house." The bartender said and gave her a well practiced panty-dropping-grin while putting some salt and three slices of lemon in front of her. Caroline winked at him, poured down the first and the second shot in an almost inhuman speed. The alcohol eased her mood and the craving to kill someone a bit and she gave him an equally cocky smile back.

The bartenders smile grew wider and he refilled the two now empty shot glasses. Muse's album The Resistance from 2009 was playing on a stereo in the back of the bar and Caroline felt yet a little calmer. He was actually pretty cute, the bartender. He had unruly hazel colored hair, dimples that showed when he smiled and she could see some pretty serious muscle action going on underneath that black T-shirt of his.

She downed the two newly poured shots just as fast as before, and just as he was about to say something Caroline interrupted him.

"Looks like someone over there wants a refill." She said and pointed towards a couple of men in a booth in the back of the Grill. The bartender looked a little confused as to how she could have heard or seen them since he was sure she hadn't turned around since she sat down in the bar, but now he saw that they were waving at him with their empty glasses.

"Right." He said, turned around and took down a couple of bottles from the top shelves in the back of the bar, which gave Caroline a perfect view of his broad shoulders. She took a sip of the scotch and smirked to herself and before the bartender went to serve the men in the back he turned towards her.

"We're closing in five just so you know."

"Alright" she said, smiling secretly, then he walked away and her smile disappeared. She took another sip of the whiskey, flicked her hair and sighed.

"What do you want?" she said with a bored tone, still facing the bar, but it was empty. She knew he was watching her from the shadows further back in the Grill. She could feel his presence.

Silence.

"I know you're there you know."

There was only silence again, but she knew what was coming.

Then, merely seconds later, she felt his breath against her ear.

"How d'you know?" he whispered seductively. He was so close she could feel his body behind her, even though he didn't touch her. His lips almost graced her ear, but she wasn't affected. Always trying to be dramatic, she thought. Typical.

"Fuck off Damon." She told him, still facing the bar, took another sip and rolled her eyes.

"Come on, don't be like that Blondie," he whispered again.

"What do you want?" she repeated, with the same bored tone, but inside she was boiling up again.

"That was some show over there. You going all berserk with the shoes." He smirked. "Why didn't you just drag him out and kill him? At least you could've taken a bite."

"I don't eat trash."

Damon gave her a funny look then changed the subject.

"I'm just curious." He said, sitting down on the bar stool besides her, putting down his bourbon and Caroline took a deep breath to calm herself down knowing that he wasn't going to piss off. "You disappear without telling anybody where you're going, you're gone for like a hundred years and you don't even answer your phone. What have you been up to Blondie?"

Caroline sighed, bent her head back and gulped down her last shot. Why can't he take a fucking hint? He was totally ruining her mood she thought then she finally turned and faced those piercing ice blue eyes. They were slightly narrowed, as if he was trying to figure her out, it looked like he was faced with a difficult math problem, whilst hers were indigo and cold. Not necessarily cold as in emotionless though, there was passion and strength in those eyes, Damon could see it.

"It wasn't a hundred years." She said with an irritated tone. Then she broke the eye contact, took a lemon slice from the bar and squeezed it between her fingers then put it in her mouth. There were a few drops of lemon juice on her fingers and she couldn't help fucking with him a little so she took another one, squeezed it and ate the lemon. Her fingers were wet from the liquid and she played around with it a little, knowing he'd be distracted and she was right. Damon couldn't not watch her glistening fingers.

"And I threw away my phone." She said and licked the sour juice off her thump, then put her forefinger, then her index finger in her mouth to clean it – without smudging her lipstick. Damon was still watching her in fascination and couldn't really remember what they had talked about. He blinked a few times and concentrated to remember what the fuck they were talking about before her little lemon show. Then he came to his senses.

"That's not what I asked about Barbie, what have you been doing while the rest of us have been stuck here? Where have you been?" he asked her a little sourly. Almost as if he thought that it was unfair that she had been out in the world while he'd been staying in boring Mystic Falls. As if he thought it was wrong of her to leave town two years ago. As if he thought it was her obligation to stay here all her life to guard everyone's precious little Elena. Why would she stay here and be Elena's little marionette like all the others when Elena hadn't done anything to deserve it. She was an awful friend and Caroline was glad that she moved from Mystic Falls, she had seen and experienced so many things. So she kept her anger inside, smirked and answered him mysteriously.

"A little here, a little there." Because she knew that he was going to be frustrated and she secretly enjoyed that. And because he had no fucking right to know, as bad as he'd been treating her. Now that she thought about it, why the hell was she sitting there talking to Damon Salvatore? The man who had treated her as a toy, played with her and used her?

She didn't even look at him to see his reaction but if she knew him right he had a full frown going on. The cute bartender was back behind the bar again, closing up the cash register, the other customers had gone out and Damon, Caroline, the bartender and two busboys were the only ones left in the restaurant.

Caroline was irritated at both Damon and herself for letting him get to her, so when the cute bartender was done with the register and took his apron off she stood up and walked towards the entrance, once again showing off her hot outfit. She wore black skinny jeans that fitted her as a second skin, a silky maroon red tank top with thin spaghetti straps and a low back, which indicated that she didn't wear a bra and topped it off with a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps with a platform and black studs on the heels, dark eyes and her lips were a light red color. She knew both of them were checking her out and was very pleased. When she was at the door she turned around and looked at the bartender.

"Are you coming then?" she asked and the bartender just looked at her for a few seconds since he thought that she'd asked Damon who sat a couple of meters in front of him in the bar. Damon was also kind of confused, since he saw that she was looking at the bartender. If this was the first time Caroline was in the Grill in two years she couldn't possibly know this guy, Damon thought, since he hadn't been able to not hear about the new bartender six months ago when he started working at the Grill.

When the bartender finally saw that she was looking at him he turned his head around quickly just to see if she was talking to someone behind him, but the bar was empty. So he cracked a smile.

"Totally!" he said and walked towards her and she winked at him.

When he reached her she opened the doors and got out first and he followed. She liked it that way, when she led the way, when she had the control.

Damon just sat there in the bar with his untouched bourbon and watched her go out in the middle of the night with a random guy. He was chocked, for a number of reasons. Apparently little Caroline wasn't so little any more. She was all hot, dark and snappy. Especially hot, and fuck it had been a long time since he'd been so turned on as he was when she threw that guy on the floor and threatened to kill him with her high heels! What the fuck has Barbie been doing these 27 months? Damon thought for himself.

He listened to them as long as his hearing allowed when they got out of the Grill and once again he was chocked.

"Do you smoke?" he heard Caroline ask the bartender, her heels clicked against the pavement.

"Nope, not good for my training."

"Good." She said and sounded pleased. "Does it bother you if I do it then?"

"No it's okay, you can smoke."

"Good. Because I would've done it any way." She said, and the bartender laughed at her. Damon heard the flick of a lighter and was once again chocked. Did Blondie smoke now?

"Though it's not good for you, you know." He said to her, and Damon had to concentrate really hard to hear her answer, since they were so far away now.

"But that's where you're wrong. I'd fucking blown up and killed everybody in my sight if I didn't have these." She said and paused to take a puff. "And I really doubt that something as trivial as cigarettes will be the cause of my death babe." She laughed sarcastically and Damon laughed at that too.

"Now take me home cause 'I wanna fuck you like an animal'." Caroline sing-sanged and that was the last thing Damon heard her say. He didn't know if he was going to laugh or just die a little because Barbie, little cute and organized Barbie quoted Nine Inch Nails to get laid and it was totally hot.


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