A/N: Here's the next epi, um please leave a comment, I'd love to know what you think Comments are my bread and butter...
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========================================================================================================================================================== Family Ties (1x04)

"It's cool not growing old." Damon adjusted the collar of his shirt as he gazed into his reflection. "I like being the eternal stud."
"Yes, being a one hundred and fifty year old teenager has been..the highlight of my happiness." Stefan lifted his glass in mock thoast. Damon turned to face his brother, shrugging on his blazer. Smirk on face.
"Cracked a funny Stefan." Stefan took a sip of his drink, not bothering to comment, downing his glass. "I should have a drink to celebrate." He stopped in front of him, picking up a glass, before making his way to the small table behind them. Liquor there for the taking.
Stefan hid an eager expression. His plan was going brilliantly.
Damon set his glass down, picking up an old picture that wasn't put down enough to gather dust. Katherine's.
A smile twitch at the corner of his lips, before he quickly suppressed any feeling from seeping out into the open.
"1864. You and Katherine were the perfect couple." He began, gazing down at the picture. "It was hell watching you dance with her."
"My happiness was short lived." Stefan reminded him. "As you well know."
Setting the picture down he turned his attention to his brother. "I remember. I left the party early. I was waiting for her."
Bottle in hand he paced toward his brother, until he stood only a foot behind him, as he continued. "The night you dropped her off I was waiting just inside."
Uncorking the bottle, he poured himself a glass. "You were such a gentleman. Gave her a kiss on the cheek...when what she really wanted was..."
Stefan looked over his shoulder at his brother. Waiting.
"Oh, well. Here's to history repeating itself. Tk." With a wink he brought the glass to his lips as Stefan looked on. Then, he tipped it, pouring its contents out onto the floor. "I admire your efforts, Stefan."
Stefan stared up at his older brother. Face not giving away a thing.
"Pouring yourself a drink, then spiking the bottle with vervain." Stefan lowered his head in disappointment. "I'm not some drunk sorority chick. You can't roofie me."
He looked disappointed at that fact. "But I can't help but feel a little used." Adjusting his cuff links. "Thought we were having a moment. Huh, now I have to go to the party angry."
The younger Salvatore looked up at his brother. Reading into everything he was saying.
"Who knows what I'll do."
========================================================================================================================================================== Caroline really wasn't that surprised when she saw Damon's reflection in the mirror behind her. Laying in her bed, dressed to kill in a suit. Of all things. Looking at the book she'd left on her bedside table. While she was getting dressed for the Founder's Day party.
Turing, she modeled the yellow sundress she was choosing to wear, questioning expression clearly asking for his opinion in how she looked in it.
Not even looking up from the book he gave his honest opinion.
"No yellow. Childish. Go for the blue."
'I don't like the blue.'
"I don't like the blue." She informed him, turning to get another glance of the dress in the mirror.
"Well, I do." Turing the page. "And if I'm going to be your date-"
The blond cut him off before he could continue.
"You cannot be my date." A pause. "My mother is going to be there and she is a very pround gun owner."
'The yellow...or the blue...'
"I went through a lot of trouble to make sure this party wasn't canceled." Caroline looked over her shoulder, rolling her eyes.
"It's very important I be there...please take me."
'His eyes, are so gorgeous. Aw just say yes Care, say yes.'
Caroline gazed at Damon for a moment. Then she said, "Sure, why not? You can come with me."
The eternal stud looked confused for a second, before saying, "Not if you're wearing that dress."
Watching as she tugged the dress down and stepped out of it he continued.
"What's so special about this Bella girl?" Caroline walked over to her open closet, looking for the dress Damon had suggested she wear.
'I'm on the fast train to Stepford, trying to please his vampire-ass all the time...a really fine ass if I do say so myself...and I say so.'
"Edward's so whipped." She continued to rifle through her closet.
"You gotta read the first book first."
'Aw, there it is. My blue dress.'
"It won't make sense if you don't."
She made her way back to the front of the mirror, already pulling on the dress as Damon spoke up.
"Ah, Ms Anne Rice. She was so on it."
"How come you don't sparkle?" She asked as she pulled the dress up, watching him through her mirror.
"Because I live in the real world where vampires burn in the sun." He murmured, still skimming through the book.
"Yeah, but you go in the sun." She countered, smile twitching at the corner of her mouth.
"I have a ring," Wiggling his fingers so that she could see, "protects me. Long story."
Caroline stared intently at her reflection, fingers grazing over the bite marks Damon left on her the night before.
"Will these bites turn me into a vampire?"
Setting the book aside, Damon looked up at her in thought. "It's more complicated then that. You'd have to feed on my blood, then die, then feed on a human. It's a whole ordeal."
Caroline turned on her heel, and slowly walked towards him, following his lips as they moved with words.
"This book, by the way, has it all wrong." Reaching out his hands he grabbed the blond by her forearms, turning her body so that she ended up between him and the mattress of her bed. A giggle erupted out of her at his swift movement. His lips meet hers in the next moment. Soft and sweet, usually not his style. They traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of missing warmth one after the other.
"You can be very sweet when you want to be." She breathed as he continued.
"Yes I can be sweet," he murmured each word between kisses, letting the last one settle on her lips again before pulling away to look at her.
He found himself running a hand down her jaw, staring at her in complete silence. She looked at him, soft smile on her face.
'This kind of thing never lasts...there is something I really want to ask...but I'm kind of afraid to...just do it, Care!'
Staring up at him, "Are you going to kill me?'
'Though they didn't kill Bella in Twilight a lot of vampires tried to...what makes Damon so different that I can trust he won't hurt me? Oh,
yeah...he's a real vampire.'
He just stared at her, a cynical grin on his face as he slowly nodded, running warm fingers over her lips.
'I should be scared now. But strangely, I'm not. Just a little disappointed. I thought I'd mean more to him then a bang and fang, but he is the first vampire I've met...well, not including Stefan when I met him, cause I didn't know he was a vamp at the time...Stefan! Would he let his brother kill me? I mean, he gave me this necklace and all...why did he give me this?'
"But first I need you to do something for me." He whispered, fingers trailing down to the curve of her neck, lightly dancing over the flesh.
"Anything." A smile.
And sadly it was true. She'd do anything for Damon Salvatore.
========================================================================================================================================================== "Is that Damon Salvatore?" Elena directed her question to her date as she looked at the original Founder's Day registry. "And Stefan Salvatore?"
"The original Salvatore brothers." Damon cut in before Stefan could voice a cover-up. "Our ancestors."
Stefan and Elena turned around to see Damon and Caroline approaching them. Hand in hand. "Tragic story actually." Caroline turned her head to look at him. He was just unbelievable. 'He's good at telling lies, that's for sure.'
"We don't need to bore them with stories of the past." Stefan stepped forward.
"Those would be some long-ass stories," Caroline mumbled to herself, more then to the group.
But, her inside joke caught the attention of her friend, who stared at her strangely before turning her attention to Stefan.
"It's not boring, Stefan." She informed him. "I'd love to hear more about your family."
Stefan looked from Elena to Damon, who had one of those fake smiles plastered on his face.
"Well, I'm bored." Caroline exclaimed. Ignoring the look Elena threw her at her sudden rudeness. If this was what Damon wanted she'd give it to him. 'Let it bite him in the ass later.'
"I wanna dance...and Damon, won't dance with me."
"Mm hm."
"Can I just...borrow your date?"
'Why do I do these things? Oh, right! to please my vampire boyfriend. I still don't know why he needs to talk to Elena...but I really want to make him happy...to feel something for me...because I feel something, strong, for him...and those cool blue eyes of his.'
"Oh! Uh-"
"I don't really dance." Stefan replied.
"Oh, sure he does. You should see him. Waltz, the jitterbug, the moonwalk, he does it all." A smirk.
"You wouldn't mind, would you Elena?" Caroline asked, though she pretty much knew the answer.
"It's up to Stefan." She sighed after a moment of thought.
"Well, sorry," Caroline began, releasing Damon's hand in exchange for Stefan's, "but I'm not going to take no for an answer."
Stefan gave a halfhearted smile, allowing the blond to pull him away. Eyes staring into Damon's with such knowing.
'He knows exactly what just happened. Damon and him are like in the save wavelength or something.'
Damon and Elena watched as the two exited to the beautifully lite garden outside, Caroline looping her arm through Stefan's.
It was hard for Damon to admit, but he kind of missed her warmth beside him. He shrugged it off and turned his full attention to the Katherine look-a-like. His reason for torturing Stefan all these years.
========================================================================================================================================================== Surprisingly enough Stefan was an excellent dancer. One hand was on the small of her back, while the other was holding hers gently in his.
'Is he like afraid he's going to crush my hand...oh, wait! he can crush my hand...he must be about as strong as Damon...'
"I hope Damon isn't driving you too crazy." He began with such sincerity in his voice, as he if really cared how his brother treated her.
"Yeah, he's a perfect gentleman." She informed him, not really fully paying attention. She was worried. Not about Damon killing her, but of him being alone with Elena. As much as she resented her being number one pick she didn't want to see her friend get hurt.
"But..." A pause.
Stefan's eyes burned a hole in her, urging her to continue.
"...he said...he's planing something." Caroline stammered out. It was easier that then what she really wanted to say. And she really didn't feel all that scared.
"Is that why he told you to ask me to dance?" He asked. She nodded, allowing him to process that bit of information.
"Did he say anything else?" 'Should I tell him about the death threat?'
"Um...no." They weren't dancing as intimately as a couple would, there was a distance between them, that she was sure, if she'd been dancing with Damon she wouldn't have. But she wasn't dancing with Damon.
'I'm dancing with his brooding brother.'
"Are you sure?" He asked, gaze urging her to tell him whatever she wasn't telling him.
Shaking her head, she pulled away from him, turning in greeting Damon with a kiss as he and Elena approached them.
"What did we miss?" he asked, grabbing a hold of Caroline's hand and pulling her towards him. He caught a whiff of her perfume and was surprised it didn't make him want to gag. The girls he usually went with tended to put on too much of everything, but he never really complained, because in his mind none of them would ever measure up to his late and great Katherine. Even as beautiful and charming as Caroline was she wouldn't either. But, he could admit he liked her company on occasion.
"We were...just chatting." Caroline smiled, looking over her shoulder at the young Salvatore, before turning her attention to her date.
"Do you have one more dance in you?" He asked, a small hint of sweetness seeping into his speech.
Caroline stared at him in amazement.
'He actually wants to dance...now? With me...hell yes I do!'
A wide smile grew on her face, bordering on painful as she nodded eagerly. He claimed her hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor.
Her body was close to his body as the song began. A sweet melody the blond didn't recognize, but was pretty good.
She thought Damon would ask her what she and Stefan were taking about but he stayed silent. His buried his fingers in the flesh of her hips,
holding her with firm, but gentle hands. A possessive hold.
'I'm probably his favorite toy right now...isn't that how bad boy vampires are? Go from one girl to the next...'
"What are you thinking about?" His voice broke through her thoughts.
'He actually sounds like her cares...maybe he does, who knows?'
"Honestly?" Her face broke out into a grin, "how cliche it is for a vampire to be a bad boy, too. I mean, Stefan has that whole brooding thing, but it works for him. But you...you have the whole bad boy image, and then you go and ask things that sound like you actually care. Obviously, no body mentioned to tell you that bad boy's usually, if not always, never give a shit about what people are thinking."
He stared at her for a moment. Surprised that she actually had the guts to say that to him, but hiding it perfectly. His lip quirked.
"Do you want me to not ask you questions that make it seem like I care?" He asked her, letting his hand sink from her waist, until it was flush against the small of her back. She shook her head. "No. I kind of think you're perfect the way you are. You're Damon...and Damon is what I love about you."
She allowed herself to get comfortable with him. Knowing that tonight could very well be the night he is planning to kill her. She just needed to feel. Resting her head in the curve of his neck, where she'd come accustom to finding solace, she took in his scent. Trying to memorize every different hint there was within it. Spice, cinnamon, vanilla-different things that represented all that was Damon. And he let her.
'This feels nice.' He tugged on her hand. Asking for her attention.
Gazing up at him, she allowed herself to be lead off the floor toward where the Stefan and Elena stood, in the middle of an argument.
'I wonder what is up with them...'
"We're heading out." Damon spoke for them. Not even asking the blond if she was ready to go. "Do you guys need a ride?"
Elena looked from Stefan to Damon, nodding her head with an annoyed expression.
"Yes. I need a ride home." She informed them.
Caroline looked from Stefan, who looked like he was about ready to drag Elena away, to Elena, who looked like she'd kill him if he tried.
"Um. Okay," Caroline sighed. "See you later, Stefan."
She gave him an sympathetic look, one that he gave to her in return.
Damon, in possession of her hand, lead the two away to where he parked his car. Elena following the two closely behind, hands crossed over her chest with a scowl on her face. Care looked over her shoulder, meeting Stefan's green eyes. He gave her a small smile, not really reaching his eyes.
With a sigh, she turned her attention back to Damon, who was opening the passenger side door for her, Elena having climbed into the backseat.
The drive to Elena's house was a quiet one. Probably because of the awkwardness of the whole situation. One she didn't fully comprehend. Damon held her hand the entire time, fingers perfectly intertwined with hers. Rubbing small circles over her knuckles, before bringing their joined hands to his lips and planting a small kiss on each of her fingers.
'This is probably just for show...so Elena can see what a sweet guy he is and swoop in and take him...obviously she's pissed at Stefan over something.'
Caroline didn't want to indulge in the fact that Damon was being so affectionate with her at the moment, but she couldn't help it. She loved affectionate Damon. It was one of the best sides of him. Another would be sexy Damon. But, he's sexy all the time.
"Night guys." Elena sighed, as she climbed out of the back, standing in front of Caroline's window. "Tell Stefan I'll call him later."
Damon nodded. "Night, Care."
"Night, Elena." She smiled. Waving to Elena, before the car shifted forward and Damon drove away.
========================================================================================================================================================== Damon watched Caroline as she moved around the room, getting ready for bed. She had a smile on her face and she was moving at a pace he thought he'd never see a human girl move at. Pulling her hair up, she removed her earrings, placing them in the small jewelry box on her dresser. She tugged off her dress, replacing it with her favorite t-shirt and shorts. Damon's eyes trailed over her body as she did so, memorizing all her curves and lines.
Caroline looked at him, a hidden emotion twinkling in her eyes. Taking his hand she lead him to the foot of her bed, sitting him down before helping him take off his jacket. He was silent. But it was a nice silence. One that talking would just disrupt. Placing her hands on his shoulders she pushed him back until his head was laying on her pillow and she cuddled beside him. And he held her. Letting his fingers dance over the bareness of her arms, planting a kiss on her forehead as she settle more comfortably beside him.
He decided that tonight wouldn't be the night he killed her. She was still useful to his plan. In all the excitement, what excitement?, he forgot he needed to get Emily's crystal. Which was very unlike him. He planned on getting it the next day, since he'd been invited in. But, he need Caroline to get his brother's help.
He is the one who'd gotten her the vervain necklace after all. Which is what he'd told Elena when he talked to her, minus the vervain part. He didn't take his Katherine look-a-like to be the jealous type. But then again, she was nothing like Katherine either. No matter how much she looked like her.
Neither was Caroline, but she was more fun to talk to, that's for sure. She had more to say.
'Maybe I won't kill her as soon as I'd planned to.'
He didn't realize at the moment, but he was starting to get attached. And not in the favorite toy way.
========================================================================================================================================================== A/N 2: Well, here is the next eppi rewrite If you have the chance check out my new Caroline & Damon video on youtube. [self-promotion, I'm terrible] You'll find my channel under: FansParadise, the video is called Unthinkable (I'm Ready) [Caroline & Damon]. Please rate and tell me what you think of it (includes manip)
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