A/N: Hey guys! I'm really sorry I couldn't update last night. But here I am! I have strep throat right now, and can't really talk so I figured what not a more perfect time to write? This chapter goes through the end of 1X11 and 1X12, and it'll mostly be going through Cara's day, but I will thrown in the important information that's around her to stay on topic. Here's the third chapter, and hopefully establishing those character relationships contribute to the story for you guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of TVD or their characters. All that is mine is Cara Ann.
Bree slammed her glass onto the bar. She was praying that Lee killed the two outside, because she knew that if he didn't, the Salvatore couple would know it was Bree who called him in. She was good friends with Lexi, too, after all... But Cara Ann was known to have a temper.
Cara's POV
After feeding off a bystander, Damon and I were healed and sent Elena to the car. I thought it be best she didn't stick around to see us have a little chat with the witch about who we'd bumped into tonight...
"We were about to leave, and wanted to say goodbye." Damon spoke up behind Bree as she turned around in fright. Good. That bitch ought to be scared of us after what she did!
"Good to see you again, Damon. Cara."
"No hugs?" I said.
Her eyes looked wet, as she was about to cry. She spoke with a wavering voice, "I'm full of vervain, I put it in everything I drink-"
"And you telling us this why?" Damon cut off. She paused.
"Lexi was my friend... Our friend. How could you?" she turned away, only to see Damon and I stanidng behind her. She spat with fear,
"The tomb can be opened!"
"You're lying." I stepped closer.
"Emily's grimwore- her spell book. I you know how she closed the tomb, the reversal process will be in that book! You can open the tomb!"
"And where is this book?" Damon spoke.
"Uh, I...I-"
"You have noo idea," I was inches from her face now.
"I'm telling you the truth." She was on the bricks of tears.
"And I believe you, my dear, sweet Bree... That's why I'm sorry." I shoved my hand into her chest, and pulled out her heart, my own eyes filling with salty tears. I let her drop to the floor, as I walked to the sink and washed off my hands. Looking back at my old friend, a few tears rolling down my cheeks. Damon slid my cropped leather jacket over my shoulders, as we proceeded out of the old bar. He slung his arm around me and kissed my hair.
She was my friend... But it had to be done.
Damon's POV
"So why did you guys bring me with you?" Elena asked from the backseat of my 1967 baby blue Chevy Camaro.
"You're not the worst company in the world, Elena. You should give yourself more credit," Cara chuckled at my answer and Elena shot her a glare.
"Seriously?"
"I dunno...you were in the middle of the road,"
"All 'damsel in distress like'," added my fiance with that adorable smirk of hers. God how I love this woman...
"And we knew it'd piss off Stefan." I finished.
"But you're definately close to the worst company in the world," Cara added. I picked up our laced fingers and kissed the back of her hand tenderly, since I knew she found it charming. She smiled at me.
Elena sighed and slumped back against her seat, "I used to be more fun."
"You did good," Cara said sympathetically.
"I saved your guys' lives." She said, leaning forward a bit then tried (and failed) to smirk.
I looked back at her, raising my eyebrows, while Cara stared at the road, and said "I know."
Although my redheaded fiance won't admit it, we definitely seem to have the habit of speaking insync. Elena found this amusing.
"Hahahahaha... and don't you forget it."
3rd Person POV
Cara and Damon walked up to the bar at the Grill, "A bourbon for me and gin and tonic for my lady," Damon ordered.
Alaric, grading papers across the bar, looked over at the couple and he recognized their faces. He remembered coming home late one night to his home at Duke, seeing a tall man in a leather jacket, mouth covered in blood, and a curly-haired redhead latched onto his wife Isobel's wrist, slurping down her blood. Ric slammed down his glass at the memory, gathered his work and left the bar in a tizzy.
Cara's POV
"Babe, maybe we should take a break," Damon came and hugged be from behind. How come I can't do something productive for just an hour before this man gets horny? Jesus.
"No, Damon. We have to keep looking," I brushed him off but he went for a kiss. I turned my head, and his lips landed on my cheek. Hah! Got the bastard there.
"Sorry for interrupting..." Stefan walked in then turned away with a disgusted look on his face. This must be why he hates us now... He's 'interrupted" us a hundred times and we never fail to disappoint Yeah, he should learn to know but still... Poor Steffy.
"You weren't...But sorry anyways, Stef. What do you want?" We need to find this grimoire if there's any chance of getting Katherine back and Little Brother didn't need to know of our plans.
"What are you looking for?" Okay, I may be a little annoyed with Stefan's noseyness...
"Nothing of your concern," Damon answered.
"No, but putting Elena in harm's way, that is my concern."
"Hmm. What are you talking about?" I asked, still looking through the books.
"I'm talking about Atlanta."
"Ohh yeah. Elena and I had a drinking contest- we had a blast!" Oh, how I love to possess the gift of sarcasm!
"I see, Cara. You're just mad that I'm close to someone who looks like Katherine, despite the fact she ruined you wedding and plans to sire Damon. You need to get over it, and even though you can't take it out on the real thing, you need to stop torturing Elena. Unless there's another way to get into that tomb. That's what Bree told you, didn't she?" I turned to Stefan and gave him a deathly glare.
"You're pathetic when you're fishing," Damon said.
"You're transparent when you're deflection." Stefan replied, turning back to me.
"Don't you have school?"
Stefan walked away, a small smile playing his lips and i looked after him, giving him the finger behind his back.
*******************Meanwhile At the School: 3rd person POV*********************
"Surprised?" Alaric Saltzman looked at the young Gilbert boy and could see the bewilderment on his face from the big red A marked on his paper.
"It's a good essay. Your thoughts are clear and your argument is well laid out. It just, uh... You don't actually think there are vampires in Mystic Falls, do you?" he asked.
"No, no- I mean, statistically there've been more animal attacks and mysterious deaths here than any other place in Virginia." Jeremy replied, gathering his books.
"Well, you got your A for creativity. I just wouldn't get caught up in the whole conspiracy of the thing."
"Naww, I won't." Jeremy headed for the door.
"Wait- the cite you gave for your information, Jonathan Gilbert?"
"Yeah, my ancestor's journal."
"I'd like to see it sometime, if you don't mind. That stuff is like porn for history teachers!" Alaric joked, hiding his secret agenda.
"Sure, here ya go." Jeremy set down the old book onto his teacher's desk. "See ya tomorrow!"
"Have a good day," Alaric picked up the journal and began to read.
Cara's POV
Damon and I were looking for Bonnie around town.
"I hate apologizing," Damon drawled.
"Well hun, if we're gonna get her to agree to help us, there can't be any grudges between us."
"Cara, I didn't even attack her. It was her bitch of an ancestor who antagonized me."
"Trust me, I know. I never like Emily, and I probably would've done the same thing in your situation."
"No offense, but you would've probably ripped her head off," Damon teased. Well, then!
I would never- Okay maybe I would...
But that's not the point!
"Whatever, D. Ohh! I see the witch and Miss Priss at the Grill! Come on," I picked up the pace, and we walked in just as Elena was leaving the table. Bonnie stood up to be met with my big, wide I-know-you-hate-me-but-please-hear-me-out smile.
"What do you want?"
"I... think we all need a fresh start," I said as Damon came up next to me.
"You tried to kill me!"
"Buuut I didn't, and I could have," he defended. She visibly judged him.
Nickname the Bennett Witch: Judgy.
Check!
"Does that not count for anything?" I added.
"I can light fires with my mind. Fires kill vampires, right? So I suggest you stay away from me." How dare she?!
"And I suggest you stop threatening my fiancé," I stepped closer to the witch.
A guy in an apron, at oldest 21, came between Bonnie and I.
"Is everything okay here?"
"Yeah. We're fine," I answered, stepping back a bit.
Raincheck. Definitely.
"I wasn't asking you," he stepped forward, ushering me away from the witch. Damon looked utterly pissed.
I smiled politely, and walked away, pulling my enraged fiancé with me out of the bar.
"God, I wanted to drain that prick right there for touching you!" Damon said.
"I know, me too. Let's just go home for a bit, yeah?" I stepped in front of Damon, placing my hands over his chest and up to his shoulders, giving them I light squeeze. We've been having a stressful time with this and I could tell it was getting to him.
"Definitely," he closed his eyes and pulled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my forehead.
We stayed like that for a minute or two, then he pulled away and we started walking towards my car.
My baby: a silver Alfa Romeo 8c Spider Convertible (Link on my profile) I named Darcy.
We got in the car and Damon turned on the radio, only for us to be greeted with the screeching of a certain country singer.
"Gahhhh change it! Change it!" I yelled, covering my poor Taylor Swift filled ears with my hands.
"Got it!" Damon quickly muted the radio before finding something better on. I started up the car, and drove toward the Boarding House. The wind felt magnificent as it blew my long fiery curls out of my face.
Wut wut, wut wut
wut wut, wut wut
wut wut, wut wut
wut wut, wut wut
Badda badda, badda da da!
Badda badda, badda da da!
"Hey! It's you favorite song!" I sang.
"It's not my favorite song, I just like the first line..." Damon defended.
"Well then, sing it to me babe!" I giggled, and I watched from the corner of my eye as Damon prepared for the first line of the rap.
"Walk up to the club like, Whaddup I got a BIG COCK!" Damon smiled seductively and I just burst out into laughter.
"You...know...it's funny...because... it's TRUE!" I said between breaths. Damon had started laughing, and we were having a good time when all of the sudden...
*SNORT*
"shuddup." I turned away from Damon as a blush crept up my already-rosy cheeks.
I snort when I laugh, okay? And it's annoying!
"I didn't say anything! And come on, I think it's adorable!" Damon said, placing his hand over my knee.
"That's because you're Damon." I pouted.
"I know what'll cheer you up," Damon turned my satellite radio onto my favorite station, even though most of the time he hates pop. Damon did once admit he liked Maroon5, ad soon enough One More Night came through my speakers.
"Your turn." Damon gave me a small smile that I returned, and I started to sing.
You and I go hard, at each other like we going to war
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slammin' the door
You and I get so, damn dysfunctional we stopped keeping score
You and I get sick, yah I know that we can't do this no more
I loved this song, even though it reminded me of when Damon and I fight, it always ends the same way...
But baby there you again, there you again making me love you
Yeah I stopped using my head, using my head let it all go
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
And now i'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you
So I cross my heart, and I hope to die, that I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But i'll only stay with you one more night
Trying to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes
Trying to tell you stop, but your lipstick got me so out of breath
I'd be waking up, in the morning probably hating myself
And I'd be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell
But baby there you go again, there you go again making me love you
Yeah I stopped using my head, using my head let it all go
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you
So I cross my heart, and I hope to die, that i'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I've said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night
Yeah baby give me one more night
Yeah baby give me one more night
Yeah baby give me one more night
The song finished and we pulled up to the Boarding House. We stepped out of the car and walked into the house.
"Cara Ann... You certainly have a talent," Damon complimented.
"Thanks, love. You know, for a year in Italy I was a pop star," I said.
"Really?" I thought I'd told him this...?
"Yeah, it was pretty fun. I never made an album or anything, but I performed lots for private parties and weddings and such. I released a couple singles, too." Damon smiled at me, and gave me a short, tender kiss on the lips.
We headed up to the study, while I put on a bit more music and filed my nails sitting on the large desk beside Damon, who had started listing the founders. Stefan walked it, dressed for the 50s dance.
"Well, you got the hair right," I commented. He dropped an old book onto my lap.
I didn't recognize it, so I handed it to Damon.
"Why are you bringing me dad's journal?" Damon asked, slightly annoyed.
"Cause it's what you two were looking for." I shot Damon a skeptical look.
"Why would we want it?"
"Gee, I don't know Damon. Maybe ou wated to do a little posemous bonding? Good, enjoy. Read it- I have. And no where it it does it say anything about Katherine, or the tomb, or how to open it."
"I'm not surprised," Damon said, looking through the journal, "Man could barely spell his own name."
"I'm really sorry, it wont be any help to your..." Stefan turned to me, "diabolical plan: the sequel." I smiled.
"You know, I could help you," he offered.
"You? Help us?" I asked, now throwing my hair into a messy bun.
"I don't know... It's seems rather unnatural," Damon added, leening back against his char folding his muscular arms.
"Especially after we never helped you with your... mental scarring. I'm sorry about that, again, by the way," I finished. Stefam grimaced at the memory and continued.
"I'll do anything to get you out of this town. Even release Katherine."
"What about the other 26 vampires?" I added.
"No no no, they have to stay put. But Katherine... I would consider that." Damon and I looked at each other, neither of us bought it. Stefan would never help us after the torment Damon gave him for having feelings for me. Even if it was a hundred years ago, Damon still tortures Stefan for teaming up with Katherine to break up our wedding. We both loved him, but there will always be the past that keeps us from being that close again.
"What're you doin, huh?" Damon said.
"What's your angle?" I finished. Stefan's head lolled from side to side and he said,
"Think about it."
"Pfft. Why would we trust you after the stunt you pulled at our wedding?" I sent down the nail file and sat in Damon's lap, leaning over the desk to get closer to Stefan.
He cracked under my stare and walked away.
"I can't believe he thought we could trust him," I leaned back into Damon's chest, and sighed deeply when he wrapped his arms around me.
"I know, and I know you miss him."
"I do, Damon. Even though he's a pain in the ass, I miss being his friend...His sister. But I can't forget what he did until he apologizes."
"I understand. I just have a bad feeling that once we get Katherine out, he'll turn his back on us and help her escape. The who knows-"
Damon was cut off by Stefan's ringtone. I rolled my eyes and got up, finding his phone on the couch.