Ok. I'm back. I think. Sort of. I thank you all for the amazing reviews. They make my day, so now I worked really hard on a chapter, to get it done before I leave for the weekend. (Apologize in advance for not writing for a few days. Since the last chapter was a short one, and we're going on hiatus, per se, this one will be quite long. Also, a lot of you requested for a jealous Damon, I'm almost 100% sure he will rise to claim, but just give me a little while ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own the vampire Diaries. Elena would have either died or made a final choice. Preferably Stefan, cause he's just as boring as she is. Or matt, yeah that works too.
~VD~
Damon's jaw was clenched. Caroline had long disappeared out of earshot. Of course, Damon was angry. Was it really anger though? Maybe it was just disappointment that she had shot down his advance once again. He scoffed. He was Damon fucking Salvatore. He wasn't used to girls shutting him out. Especially not Caroline Forbes. But then again, wasn't Caroline the one girl in the world he should not expect to fawn over him? Yeah, he admitted he had done a couple of bad things to her.You manipulated me, you pushed me around, abused me, erased my memories, fed on me. Caroline's voice still sounded in his head. That night at the Carnival, it was the first night he actually started to see a confident Caroline that he admired. Liar. The voice in his head scoffed. The voice was right, there had been another time.
*Flashback*
"Damon, what are you-Stop!" Caroline giggled as she tried to twist out of his hold. They had been fooling around in bed all day, and Damon turned her on her back, and rolled on top of her. She smiled shyly at him. Damon turned them to the side, so that they were lying next to each other. He played with one of her curls, and then started kissing her neck. She sighed in pleasure. "I love you." She suddenly whispered. Damon stopped. She opened her eyes and his expression was unreadable. His pupils started to widen, as he said: "No, you don't. You don't remember anything from today." She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, Damon was gone.
*End Flashback*
Damon smiled sadly to himself. He had compelled her to forget she loved him. He wished now he hadn't. Maybe they could have been happy together. She would have become a vampire anyway, right? No, not maybe, definitely, had he not been such a jackass. Damon stood up determined. He was going to apologize to Blondie, and see where it lead him. Elena didn't even cross his mind once. He took a bottle of bourbon from the mini-bar, and closed the room door behind him.
Caroline was sitting at a nearby river. The sky was pitch black, and she could only make out a single star. She was crying. She had snapped. The cushioning walls she built to protect her heart from Damon had been torn down again. She was weak. Then a branch snapped behind her. She knew who it was as soon as she smelled the bourbon. She also didn't want him to smell her tears. She took a deep breath. "Please go away."
He had found her sitting on her own, at a nearby river. Her high heels were sitting next to her, and her feet were dipped in the water. He smelt the tears already. Great, he had made her cry. He needed her to forgive him though. Aside from the times she teased him, she was good company. And he really didn't feel like continuing this road trip alone. "Ugh, why are you so mean to me?" He grunted as he sat down next to her. He had expected to lighten the mood with that, but instead she snapped her head in his direction, her eyes welling with tears, and started: "Maybe because I'm afraid?" He thought that was ridiculous, and just as he was about to interrupt, she continued talking. "I'm afraid if I'm nice to you, and let you in, you'll mess me up even more than I already am. It happened so many times already." She sobbed into her knees, as she wrapped her arms around her legs. He looked at her small figure, and felt horrible. "Matt rejected me, Tyler's gone, I have no one." She continued sobbing. He put one arm around her, and lifted her head with the other. His eyes pierced hers. "Caroline, look at me. I won't mess you up." He said honestly. "You mean: 'I won't mess you up on purpose.' Right?" she smiled through her tears. Damon swallowed loudly. "No. I just won't" He took one of her lose curls and she smiled a little. "Thank you." She whispered, barely audible. Damon smiled, his eyes lighting up a little. "So, in those stupid romantic movies you love to watch, this is the part where I'd apologize and then we'd end up sleeping together, right?" She jokingly nudged him in the side, and then leaned on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I know you don't do apologies." She said, tiredness coloring her voice. "I also won't try to do you, if you know what I mean." He said then, and she suddenly burst out laughing. "Come on, Caroline, it's not that funny." "It really is." "Friends?" he held out his free hand, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "Friends." She finalled. Damon grinned. "Drink?" He held out the bottle of bourbon, and she gladly took it. "Drink." She replied immediately. Damon laughed.
They had been lying in the grass for over half an hour, when Caroline suddenly shot up. Damon cocked his head at her, and she turned around. "I should hate you for what you did to me, you know?" "Yeah, a sane person would." He joked as he sat up. "But for some reason, I don't. I don't know what to feel about you." "Anything but hate, I beg you. Hell hath no fury, like a pissed off Vampire Barbie." She chuckled a little. Maybe it was the liquor. Maybe it was the Damon version of a sincere apology. She didn't know why she was confessing these things. "I know you can actually have feelings for someone, because of the present doppelganger, and I also know you can annoy the hell out of me any day, but I welcome it. Because it distracts me. Distracts me of all the horrible things going on in my life. I need fun, and distraction, and a carefree escape. That's why I chose to come with you." She admitted, and reached for the bottle again. Damon wanted to go back to her lying in his arms, staring up at the stars that had now come out, and not talking. But had she really said what she said? She didn't hate him. That was progress, wasn't it? He smiled sincerely. She smiled back. "Thank you, Caroline." "Ugh, that means you'll spoil it now." She realized. "Were we dating, would this be considered our first date?" "See what I mean?" "I wanna know that, Blondie." "Don't start." "Ok." He sighed. "Feel like heading back to the hotel room now? It's late. We have to leave tomorrow." She questioningly looked him in the eyes after his question. "How long have you gone without sex now?" she asked curiously. "Ugh…way too long. Don't tempt me Blondie, I don't like the slaps as foreplay." "I wasn't offering." She replied. "Then what were you doing?" "Offering to help you find a 'fuck buddy'." She shrugged her shoulders. "But if you're not interested…" She stood up, picked up her heels and started walking. Damon sped in front of her again. "You should make yourself a resume. You'd be a fabulous roadblock." She quipped. "I am interested." Damon started. He saw her face brighten, but cut her off before she could say anything. "One condition. I get to pick someone for you too."
"Haha, forget it, Salvatore." She laughed. "I'm perfectly capable of finding my own boy-toy, Damon." Caroline pinched his cheek. "So am I, Blondie." He said. She sighed. "No, you're not. Judging by your previous obsessions, she'll look like Elena, so you'll end up getting attached to her, and if you bite her, or accidentally kill her, it'll add to your conscience even more." "And how would you know that?" "Basic psychology." "Okay, new proposition. If you haven't found anyone for me before the ball, you have to scratch my itch." He smirked. That was a good plan. Caroline's eyes widened in shock. Asshole. Of course he'd find a way to make this dangerous. She couldn't agree to this. "Why, why, why in hell would I do that?" she asked incredulously. "Maybe cause you're not a chicken?" He whispered in her ear. Caroline felt herself shudder. "Fine. You're on. Just don't blame me when Elena uses it against you later." She snapped. Damon wiggled his eyebrows. She smiled and shook her head. "Come on drunkie, let's get you back to the motel." She put a hand on his back, and he held himself back barely. "Why, Ms. Forbes, it almost sounds like you're about to take advantage of me." "Never." "Never? Really?" "Fine. Not in your wildest dreams." "Again, with my dreams? Are you seriously trying to kill me?" "If you die, I certainly hope it doesn't happen at the hands of you not being able to control your hormones." She giggled as she continued walking. She chucked the empty bottle in a trash can, and headed inside. Once Damon swayed through the door, she was already sleeping in her bed. She was happy, she didn't know why. Damon didn't know either, but what started out as a bad day, turned out to be great. He looked at a sleeping Caroline, and knew that he definitely didn't want to mess up what he had with her right now. On the contrary: He wanted to turn it into something more, see where it went. Caroline had turned from the shallow blood bag he had met into a beautiful, strong, confident, -very snarky, but he loved that part too-, and charming lady. Oh god, did he just say 'loved'? No. Love is a special word. Reserved for…A few days ago Damon no doubt would have answered that question with 'Elena'. Now he was beginning to grow unsure.
"Wakey, wakey, Blondie!" Damon tickled her nose with a feather that was flying around the room. She sneezed. "Damnit. What time is it?" She blinked a few times. "Feather o'clock…" Damon pointed at her pillow. "Seems you had a very lively dream, Barbie." Her entire pillow was sliced open, and feathers were flying all across the room. She got up, stretched, and got dressed. Damon hadn't taken his eyes off of her for one second. Why did she always change in front of him? Did she really think he wasn't thinking about tearing off her panties? Or did she just not care? He didn't want to risk his favorite shirt trying to find out. So he opened the door for her, and escorted her downstairs. "I'm hungry." She blurted out. "Finally." Damon said. He had waited for her to say something about that ever since they had started driving. "Excuse me?" "I said: Finally, we can go get something to eat." "Mhm, I heard that." She nodded, still half asleep. "Is that why you tried to devour your pillow?" He put an arm around her waist. "No, Damon. I had a dream you touched me inappropriately." She smiled sweetly. "Really? Where did I touch you?" He asked curiously. "My waist." She stared at him. He realized now that that was where his hand was resting. He pulled it away quickly. "Let's go find someone to eat." Caroline said with a bright smile as she walked out the front doors. Damon followed behind a little.
"You'll say your girlfriend likes to get kinky, alright?" Caroline double checked with the guy she had just attacked. He was nodding, looking phased. He was mid-age, and resembled one of the guys from the supernatural cast, Sam, as Caroline explained when they had gone out looking. She sent the guy on his way with a slap to his ass. "His girlfriend likes to get kinky? Are you trying to turn the world into one big porno?" "One victim at a time, Damon." She winked. He chuckled. She traced her lips with her tongue, collecting leftover blood. Damon took a sharp breath. Then he put his finger to her face, and removed the little blood on her cheek. "So, about this 'challenge' we have set. Anyone interesting?" "Keep it in your pants, Damon; we're not even around people yet. This is pretty much nowhere." "There just were two people here." He stated. "Yeah, and you killed the girl." She pointed towards the dead body in the alley. "I could catch up to the guy though, if you roll that way." She laughed at the disgusted face he made at that thought. "I might go after him, he was hot." Caroline thought out loud. Damon suddenly looked very annoyed. "No time. We have to leave." "Check out is at 12." "And it's already 11:30." "Really?" "Yes, time flies with me, doesn't it." "Incorrect. Time flies, when you have hot guys to suck dry." Damon groaned involuntarily. "Do you even realize you sound filthy half the time?" Damon asked as he held the car door open for her. "Of course I do. Your reaction's are hilarious." She giggled as Damon huffed a little. Then he started the car, and drove back to the motel.
~VD~
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