Because you're you-and I'm me Chapter 7
A/N: Soo…I kinda left you hanging back there, didn't I? Don't you worry. I'm back. :D I like the fact that the jercare friendship is so well received. :D Keep it up and I will too.
Disclaimer: Don't own TVD. I'm not even going to bother putting a creative line here…
~VD~
Caroline awoke in Damon's arms for the second day in a row. Only today, he was spooning her, and he was naked. All-bare naked. She was too. She remembered last night. Instantly, her hand clutched her neck. No bite. Not even a scratch. She breathed out relieved. Last night had been…indescribable. It hadn't been 'the best ever', but it had been just what she had wanted, so she was glad. But school would start soon. Oh crap. She looked at the clock. It was 7. The clock would ring in half an hour. She closed her eyes again.
The shrill sound of the Alarm clock tore Damon out of his dreams. He had dreamt about a night with Caroline he certainly wouldn't forget soon. It had been mind-blowing. Damon suddenly remembered he didn't own an alarm clock. He opened his eyes to find Caroline snuggled into him, his arm draped around her waist. Damon's eyes widened in shock. It had been real. Very, vividly real. Oh my god. He heard a muffled groan from Caroline, while the alarm clock kept on ringing. Damon groaned and hit the button, causing the alarm to break in two pieces. Caroline shot up from her position.
"Damon! My alarm clock!" She shrieked. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Come back to bed, Caroline. Let's just sleep."
"Can't. I have school in half an hour." She mumbled, getting out of bed, taking the cover with her. Damon was left on the bed, naked. He smirked.
"Oh, so I can be left exposed, while you get to cover yourself with a blanket? I don't think so. He mused, getting up and trying to tear the blanket off of Caroline.
"Keep that up and you're going to break this too. Then you're forever banned from this house." She quipped. Damon wrapped his arms around her, still naked. He needed to put on some clothes, otherwise there would be need for friction again.
"So…last night…" Damon started, whispering in her ear.
"Is not going to happen again." She shrugged. He drew back.
"And why is that?" He asked curiously.
"You're a vampire." She shrugged.
"Not because of your little boyfriend?" Damon asked, curiously. He didn't give a fuck about her boyfriend, he'd take what he want, but maybe that bothered her a little.
"I don't have a boyfriend…who the fuck are you talking about?" She asked, irritated.
"The Gilbert kid." Damon said through pursed lips. Caroline burst out laughing. She had to clutch on to Damon for support, otherwise she'd fall down.
"You…you think…I'm dating…Jeremy? Oh…what the hell? He's been my best friend since…like ever. There is no romance going on there." She kept laughing.
"Stop laughing." Damon growled.
"No seriously though, it's cause you're a vampire." She said, suddenly dead serious.
"Didn't stop you yesterday. Or when we first met."
"When we first met I had a plan in mind to kill you, that doesn't count. Last night…I needed some." She said, turning around, walking towards her backpack, still naked. Damon's gaze lingered on her nicely shaped ass.
"So you were planning to kill me?" He asked amused.
"Yep." She nodded, stuffing books and papers into a bag.
"I must say, I'm hurt, Ms. Forbes." He said, clutching his shirt over his heart. She laughed.
"Just because we slept together it doesn't mean we're suddenly lovey-dovey or even friends. We want different things in life, anyway." She said, slightly irritated. She'd have thought he'd understand that. He ought to be the master of casual fucking.
"It doesn't?" Damon smirked, a shit eating grin appearing on his face. Caroline sighed, annoyed.
"No, it doesn't." She said as she walked into the bathroom. It didn't feel weird at all, walking around the house naked. She looked at herself in the mirror. She could see the scars faintly. Damon appeared behind her. He stared at the scars, caressing one of them.
"Do they frighten you?" She mused absently as she applied some mascara. He hesitated for a second.
"No…" he admitted reluctantly. She scoffed.
"Liar."
"They don't frighten me in a way that it turns me off, Caroline. It frightens me to think of what you've been through." He said, kissing her neck. Caroline went silent. Caroline closed her eyes for a second. Suddenly her scars were gone.
"Better now?" She asked charmingly. Damon couldn't believe his eyes.
"Where did they go?" He asked confused. She chuckled weakly.
"You can only see my scars if I let my guard down." She confessed, still not looking at him, standing behind her, still naked. Damon was touched. He was quick to hide it though. She had let her guard down in front of him. That meant a lot to him. A lot a lot.
"You're beautiful, Caroline. Even if you have scars. It doesn't change things." He murmured into her ear.
"Don't go all mushy now; I'll have to redo my make-up." She joked. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her.
"Do I scare you?" He mumbled into her hair, quietly. She also hesitated.
"Not right now. You're not very intimidating, naked." She shrugged, put some blush on her cheekbones and puckered her lips to apply some gloss. Then she left the bathroom.
"But I have scared you before?" Damon asked curiously. She bit her lip. She couldn't admit it. But she wanted to.
"…No." She said, shaking her head.
"So…you've been so scared before that a murderous psychopath doesn't scare you anymore?" Damon asked, trying to make light of the conversation. She didn't respond, she looked absent-minded. Damon was a vampire. He would always murder people; he would always be in his current state. She noted this with heavy dismay, because no matter how fond she would eventually grow of him, she could have no future with him. Despite what twilight said, love doesn't last forever with a vampire. And she wanted to grow fond of him. She wanted to spend more time with him, but maybe it was time she started looking for something serious with a normal person. She sighed. She went to her closet, and pulled out a matching set of underwear. Black with red lace. She pulled it on, and continued ignoring Damon.
"Are you going to give me an answer?" He asked.
"Do you really want the answer?" She asked right back. She pulled on a black pair of hot pants, and a Lime green tank top. She did her hair up in a high ponytail, put on some black hoops and a black leather jacket. She put on some black boots and looked at Damon.
"You need to leave, you know? Jeremy's picking me up for school." She acknowledged. "And, please, put on some pants." He looked offended, so she added a: "I don't want to be late for school." With a wink. He smirked and rolled his eyes. He got his clothes, put them on, and pushed Caroline against the wall.
"How do I look anyway? Do I have that freshly fucked glow?" She joked amused. He nodded, saying a muffled 'mhmm'. He kissed her again. When he was starting to take off her jacket though, Caroline stopped him.
"Like I said: School." She reprimanded him, though it sounded more like she was reprimanding herself. Damon looked satisfied.
"So…" He said, trailing kisses up her neck. "Call me…next time you're…up for it." Then he pecked her on the lips and was gone. Caroline sighed. She didn't want to sigh. Not in a 'omg, last night was great' kind of way. More in a 'he's such an asshole' kind of way. She went to her bed, to find he left his sunglasses on there. Sneaky little bastard. She put them on, and walked outside.
~VD~
"Wow, Caroline, don't you look…wasted?" Jeremy joked as she walked to the lockers with him. She rolled her eyes.
"You're not the only one who got some last night, Jeremy. Like Master, like Padawan, right?" She winked. Damon's sunglasses hung low, so she did look a little like a biker tramp. She liked the look, so who cared anyway? The times where she would care about people bitching about her were long passed anyway.
"Well, well, well. Who would've thought?" Jeremy laughed.
"I think the comet made everyone horny." Caroline shrugged. "So….how good a ride is raven?" Caroline asked, wiggling her eyebrows, snapping her locker shut, and walking towards the English classroom.
"Mediocre." Jeremy said thoughtfully. "I could've done better." Shrugging, he held the door open for her and let her inside.
"Now that's the right attitude. Go get yourself a cheerleader to fuck brainless. I heard they're damn flexible." Caroline encouraged mockingly.
"I thought you said cheerleaders had no brains." Jeremy teased right back. Caroline rolled her eyes.
"They don't." She said grimly. Jeremy laughed. They reached their table, and Lucas was already sitting there, listening to music. He was hot, Caroline had to admit it. Brown hair and blue eyes. She liked his clothes style too, which rarely happened these days, so she decided to give him a chance. Jeremy sat down next to him, and Caroline sat across from them, arranging it in a group table.
"Ugh, why does she have to work with us?" Lucas asked annoyed, indicating towards Caroline. She raised her eyebrows.
"Well aren't you just a whiny little bitch?" Caroline asked amused. Jeremy kept his head down, secretly smiling. This was going to be fun to watch.
"No more of a bitch than you, cheerleader." He said with disdain. Caroline gave him the death glare. No one, no one ever called her a cheerleader. He looked at her expectantly. She laughed.
"Oh please, go on, tell me more about who I am, since you seem to know me so well after half a minute." She mused. This was going to be interesting.
"Well, if I had to sum it up in…5 points?" He asked, reassuring himself. She nodded expectantly.
"Cheerleader, Slut, Justin Bieber, Pink and….Barbie." He smirked. Caroline kept her rage burning inside. She made a shit-eating grin, but she said nothing.
"Hey, what are you listening to?" She asked curiously. She could hear the song.
"You don't know it, Barbie." He said, annoyed. Jeremy groaned.
"Just tell her, she's incessant like that, she won't stop." Jeremy explained, playing along. He winked at Caroline when Lucas wasn't watching.
" Iron Maiden's 'Mother of mercy'. Will you shut up now?" He asked. Caroline smirked.
"The final frontier? It's a good album. Mother of Mercy isn't that good of a song though. I prefer Coming home or the Talisman." She mused out loud. Lucas looked at her, completely shocked.
"Who is she again?" He turned to look at Jeremy. He smiled.
"She's my best friend. And if you ever call her Cheerleader or Barbie or Slut again, I'll come knocking on your door. Preferably with a baseball bat." He warned. Caroline smiled. Lucas looked even more confused.
"You're…She's the best friend you always talk about?" He said wide eyed. Caroline giggled slightly.
"Hey, I'm Caroline." She held out her hand. He reluctantly took it.
"Lucas."
"I know." She nodded.
"You're into…metal?" He asked curiously.
"Yep. Metal, Alternative and Rock pretty much sums it up." She nodded. Lucas looked amazed.
"Favorite band?" He tested.
"While Iron maiden is not my favorite, it's still pretty awesome. My favorite is Sabaton. Slayer is good if I need to relieve stress, obviously. Otherwise I also like Skillet, Skindred, Heaven shall Burn, Inflames, Queensyriche, Agnostic Front, Metallica, Nightwish is good too, it's very musical, early Scorpions…I could go on, but I think you get my point." She shrugged. Lucas couldn't pick up his jaw from the ground.
"Uh…I'm sorry, Caroline…I had no idea you were my people."
"From the quick judging you do I'm not sure I wanna be 'your people'." She replied skeptically. He looked a little discouraged. Jeremy was proud of Caroline. She was amazing. It seemed like she had every guy she wanted wrapped around her little finger. Lucas was hooked.
"I know, I know. Honestly, I wouldn't be either. But maybe you can spare me a chance to make it up to you?" He asked sweetly, his eyes almost as if he was compelling her. But he wasn't. Because Caroline could sense he was human. Humans didn't do that.
"Hmm, I don't know. What would this 'making up' consist of?" Caroline asked, slightly amused.
"Well, since you're a founding family member, I'm sure you'll be forced to go to the founder's party, am I right?" He guessed. Caroline smiled.
"Yeah."
"So, how about I take you there…as…per se…your date?" He asked, curiously. Caroline laughed. He was a charmer, really. So what else could she do?
"Sounds lovely. But since when do metal-heads wear suits?" She asked, teasingly.
"Well, I can pull one of. Just for you." He flirted. She rolled her eyes, while chuckling. Jeremy piped up just then.
"Lovely, now who am I supposed to go with?" Jeremy asked slightly annoyed.
"Oh shut up, you never go to these things." Caroline said, pinching his cheek.
"Yeah, you're right. I have a whole night of Call of Duty: Black Ops waiting for me. You're welcome to join me, by the way. Oh, God. What is it with you Forbes women and cheek pinching? I swear my skin will fall off soon." He rubbed his cheek, in pain. Caroline laughed. Lucas liked her laugh. They talked for a few more minutes, and then finally got to work on the project. The project was making a documentary about the founder's day coming up in a few months.
~VD~
Caroline left the school, feeling happy. It was now five o'clock. Lucas had spent lunch with her, and they had talked all the way through. After school, they had hung out in the bleachers, making fun of the football players and the cheerleaders, matchmaking the dumbest cheerleaders to the most arrogant football players. Surprisingly, Lucas thought Bonnie and Stefan was a great match. He had hugged her to say goodbye, and it had felt good. Just good, but maybe this could actually be turned into something. She walked through the streets, when suddenly she was snatched away from the sidewalk.
"Damon you have got to stop doing this." She said, annoyed. Damon cocked his head.
"Have a good time at school today?" He asked, snatching his sunglasses, which were now attached to her top.
"Yeah. It was fun." She replied, shrugging. Then she twisted his arm back and pinned him against the wall from behind. He tried to struggle against her, but he couldn't. She was stronger than him. How was that possible?
"But sneak up on me like that again, and things won't be fun for you at all." She said, twisting his arm back a bit further. Then she let go. He was hissing in pain.
"What was that for?" He groaned.
"Didn't I just tell you?" She asked in disbelief. "Why are you here?" She asked again.
"Well, I heard something about you going out on a date with Lucas Kraev." Damon said, getting to the point.
"And I heard people should mind their own business, but maybe I heard wrong." Caroline said, full of venom.
"So it's true? Wow, you really do work fast." Damon acknowledged.
"Excuse me? Are you calling me a whore?"
"Uh…well…" Damon started. He hadn't meant for it to sound like that. He was just…what was the word? Jealous. He pushed that thought away immediately. Damon Salvatore was never jealous. God, with Caroline, Damon could start a whole game of: 'Damon Salvatore doesn't….but does it when it's with Caroline because apparently she is the exception to fucking everything.'
"So…you think I'm a whore because I'm looking for someone who has the same views on the future as me?" She probed. Damon looked at her confused.
"What are your views on the future?" Damon asked curiously.
"A normal life." She said, sarcastically. Damon laughed.
"Since when do you want that?" He asked in disbelief.
"It kind of pops into your head as something you want to do before you die when your life flashes before your eyes." She shrugged. Her cell phone vibrated.
"Well, you're not normal, a normal life wouldn't do for you." He shrugged.
Guess who just scored 3 ticks for a Sabaton concert? Jer already said yes. U up for it?– L.
Caroline couldn't help the smile that flashed across her face. Once you got over Lucas' ability to misjudge people so quickly, he was actually very thoughtful. She had mentioned her favorite band on bypass, yet he still managed to remember it.
Damon watched with a somber expression as Caroline very quickly laid out to him that despite her interaction with vampires, she wanted a normal life. That was very discouraging. Then she got a text and smiled so genuinely, it pained him.
"That your new 'hope for the future'?" Damon asked pissed.
"Hey, you can't blame me. You never said we were exclusive, hell, you never even mentioned anything. And now you get all pissy because I made plans with a guy? Sheesh, get a grip." She vented. She was right though, Damon had to admit that. He should have talked to her.
"But since you're not dating Lucas right now, do you feel like hitting the sheets before we crash a dinner party?" He asked, smirking.
"Maybe. Depends on which dinner party." She said.
"The one Bonnie, Stefan and Elena are having." Damon shrugged. "So, how about it, Forbes?"
She rolled her eyes. "I thought you think I'm a whore? You like having sex with whores then?" She asked candidly. Damon groaned.
"I'm sorry for the unkind words I spoke out of jealousy. You are in no way a whore for wanting a normal future, given your apparently un-normal past you won't talk to me about. Canyoudomenow?" He asked impatiently.
"In the alley?" She gasped, faking surprise.
"Mhm…It's…urgent." He said, pressing against her.
"Oh, I see. You want me. Bad." She smirked against his lips.
"Oh, yeah." Damon smirked. He kissed her neck. Caroline rolled her eyes amused.
"Whipped." She teased before pulling him by the shirt until she reached the alley wall. They were hidden by dumpsters.
"I can't be whipped." He said while taking off his belt, and pushing his pants down. "We're not really in a relationship, Blondie." He mused.
"Oh, boy. That almost makes you sound like you want one." She said as he pushed her hot pants down, and 'disabled' her panties.
"Let's talk about this afterwards." He grunted against her neck while thrusting in her. She gasped. Her hands started roaming his shirt freely, pushing it off, after slowly undoing the buttons. He continued thrusting. He continued groaning, and grunting and panting. She continued gasping, and panting, and moaning. A while later, his pace quickened, and they finished together.
After they were done, and Caroline had complained about her now lack of underwear, it was already dark. She clutched her neck.
"You bit me, bastard." She rolled her eyes. Damon widened his eyes. He rushed over to Caroline.
"Did I do that? Oh, my god, Caroline. I'm sorry, I know you're covered in scars, that must've been horrible…" He rambled. Caroline stopped him.
"Stop rambling. I didn't even notice." She soothed. He relaxed visibly.
"But this is just one of many reasons why we should stop with the fucking." She says, admitting it.
"Are you breaking up with me?" He tried to make light of the situation, but it didn't work.
"Well, like you said. We were never really together. I'll see you at the dinner party." She smiled as she headed out of the alleyway. She could not take an emotional Salvatore right now. She could not take his 'human' moments, when she actually thought they could work. She did not like them, because the next moment, he would be back to showing her just how much of a vampire he was.
"I'll be at your house at eight." He yelled after her. She raised a thumbs up to the air, and could hear him chuckle. She sighed.
~VD~
Damon never knew his feelings could be so unresolved. Hell, when he came to Mystic Falls, he didn't even know he had feelings. But how Caroline managed to turn his feelings back on, amazed him to no end. And scared him. And made him wonder. And…as he said, he was crap at these emotional things.
He felt happy, being with her. Her smile brightened his day. In a way, he liked to think that her radiant smile was only there for him. He never saw her smile that way when she was out in public. Not even with Gilbert. The thought that she could potentially show that Kraev kid that smile, made him feel something entirely different.
He was jealous. He had to admit it. Damon Salvatore had to come to grip with the fact that his feelings were back. All of them. Overwhelming him with a power he never thought possible. After over 90 years on the off side, his switch suddenly flicked on, and it seemed as though his previously dark, dark room, was suddenly filled with light. If only a little. But now, it wasn't a little. Because instead of gradually coming out to play, his feelings crashed down on him, nearly breaking him on impact. Breaking was something he wanted to do to Lucas' neck. He was really very jealous. Every time he heard her chuckle while talking to him, it seemed as though his insides were sucked out of him.
He felt disappointed that he couldn't live up to her expectations outside of the bed, and apparently that Lucas kid could. Just because he was human. Because he could give her a normal life she wanted. As if he wouldn't do anything to be human again. No. No he wouldn't. Being a human meant being weak, being at the bottom of the food chain. But Caroline was human, and she wasn't weak, was she? But he would be, he knew it. He was weak as a human. That was why being a vampire pleased him immensely, even if he wouldn't admit it. Caroline was right. They did have completely different views on the future. She wanted a future with a human, preferably that Lucas kid. She barely knew Lucas! But then again, Damon didn't exactly reveal much about himself either. All he knew about his future is that he wanted her in it. He pounded his fist against the alley wall.
He felt heartbreak before he even fell in love, because if there was one thing he was certain about, it was the fact that he wasn't in love with her, yet, when she explained that she wanted a normal life. Obviously, he couldn't blame her. He wouldn't want to spend eternity with himself either, were he a troubled girl like Caroline. But he wasn't Caroline. He wasn't the beautiful girl with a scar-covered body. He was the selfish vampire, who apparently wasn't acceptable for the future. Who was only good for fucking.
He realized that being on the receiving end of being used, sucked. Or, to more adequately describe it: felt terrible, since he was on a feelings trip anyway.
He also realized, with a stunning notion, that he would try and change Caroline's mind. Maybe he could. Maybe.
Maybe he had been wrong before. Maybe he was in love with her. Just maybe. Damon sighed in frustration.
~VD~
Elena opened the door to see Caroline standing there. She smiled brightly.
"Hey. We brought dessert." She smiled brightly. Elena ignored Caroline to stare at Damon. Caroline was going to have a little fun, on Damon's expense. She walked right past Elena, to find Jeremy. He was sitting on the couch, playing black ops. Caroline laughed.
"Hey you." She smiled. Jeremy smiled back. They exchanged greetings, and went on to play together for a while. After 2 games, Elena shouted from the kitchen that they were going to eat the cake without her, if she didn't come now. Caroline wondered why she'd even ask her to come downstairs. She figured Elena would be happy to spend some quality time alone with Damon, giving the way she immediately 'sluttened' up when Damon was around. Alright, so it was hard not to, but at least Caroline could disguise the desire to jump him, by telling herself he would never want a future with her anyway. Not without her becoming a vampire. No, not at all. She quickly chastised. He doesn't want a future with you, at all. Caroline realized she ignored Elena's call, when Stefan came up behind her, asking her to please come to the kitchen. She was very sure he could smell the blood Damon had drawn. Also, she quickly closed her eyes, and her scars disappeared out of sight. She hoped Stefan hadn't seen them, or Damon would be in big trouble. Against all reason, Caroline didn't want that. So she got up, and walked to the kitchen. Giving Jeremy a peck on the cheek, because he was getting ready to head out with Vicky. Damon watched in disdain.
Damon felt betrayed. Oh, there we go again with all the feelings. He rolled his eyes. Internally, of course, because otherwise Elena would think he was annoyed of her. And maybe he was. She was ridiculously bland. He felt betrayed, because the second Elena opened the door, Caroline stormed to Jeremy. He was left standing outside the door, trying to wrangle an invitation. This was hard, considering Stefan seemed to have forgotten the basic manners, and tried to get him far, far away from Elena's house. When he had finally gotten inside, he saw Caroline playing with Jeremy, and her scars were very visible. If she didn't prefer Lucas over him, she preferred the Gilbert kid over him. He almost groaned in frustration.
Damon cocked his head.
Caroline had just kissed Jeremy on the cheek. She had never kissed him on the cheek. He was close to pouting, that wasn't good. He didn't like pouting. It made him look like a spoiled brat. He rolled his eyes at his inner 'conflictions'.
~VD~
Damon caught up with Caroline at the game the next day; she was sitting away from the bleachers with Jeremy and some other druggies, drinking Vodka, absently.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked. She motioned with her hand to tell him to go ahead. "Not here." He rolled his eyes. Jeremy was busy making out with Vicki, so he didn't notice Caroline disappear. He pulled her into an alley. Caroline played with his shirt. She leaned up to kiss him, Damon kissed back for a little while, but then remembered what he wanted to talk to her about.
"Caroline…what are you doing?" He asked.
"Isn't that what you want, Damon?" She asked, annoyed. This was leading up to something, Damon knew it.
"What I want, is to talk to you."
"No. What you want, is probably to fuck me. Tell me I'm beautiful and do your romantic shit, just because you can, and then leave me for the precious Doppelganger you'll no doubt fall for!" She yelled, heavily drunk. Damon looked at her. He had to hold himself back from smiling because she was adorable. But she wouldn't like being called that.
"Can you let me talk?" He asked.
"You can talk, but I probably won't listen, let alone remember. So hey, it'll be just like compulsion." She said happily.
"You're drunk." He sighed.
"Oh, I'm very drunk."
"At a school event."
"Oh, don't tell me you never did that." She dismissed.
"Caroline. Drink. It'll sober you up." He said, biting into his wrist. Apparently, no matter how drunk Caroline was, she was completely against vampire blood.
"No, I don't need that." She said in a happy voice as she continued. "I can do this, see." Caroline said, closing her eyes for a second, and then a large wound appeared on her arm. Out of nowhere. It seemed as though she made the wound appear.
"Oops, wrong one. Sorry, I'm drunk, this isn't one hell of a show." She apologized lamely. The wound healed out of nowhere, and suddenly, she snapped, and stood straight.
"See, all sober. Wow, that feels better." She said, patting herself down. Damon was confused.
"How'd you…Oh never mind. I wanted to talk to you." He said. She nodded.
"So…talk." She encouraged.
"I don't want to be with you just for sex." He admitted. Her eyes widened.
"Then…what do you want?" She asked, trying to get him to the point.
"I want to be with you. For real, Caroline. I want to be the guy who gives you the happy ending you want." He admitted. Caroline stuttered.
"I…I…Damon." She sighed. "No matter how much I want you to be that guy, it can't work." She sighed, defeated. She felt tears prick in her eyes. Why was this stupid vampire so sweet?
"So…you want me, but it can't happen? I don't get it. Since when does Caroline Forbes give up?" Damon asked. She sighed heavily.
"I want a guy who loves me for who I am, scars or not, and I have no doubt about the fact that you could be that guy. But eventually, I'll grow old, and you won't. And then there'll be that stupid question, turn or don't turn, and I cannot be a vampire." She said, in tears.
"I would give up being vampire for you." He said, caressing her cheek.
"Even if that were possible, you wouldn't. You love being a vampire." She smiled. Damon couldn't believe how much she got him.
"I don't care if you'll grow old and weak. I'd stay with you." He shrugged.
"Of course you would." She said sarcastically.
"Why are you making this so hard on me?" He asked, frustrated.
"I'm not. I'm giving you an easy out. I'm never going to turn, Damon. I can't. And if we go into an relationship and know that there's a due date, what's the point?" She said, trying to get him to see her point of view without revealing anything.
"What happened to your whole mantra of living in the moment, acting on impulse?" He asked, desperately. She shook her head.
"Damon…I can't. I'm so sorry." She'd cried.
"I don't care if you'll break up with me after a few years. Even that long would be a praise." He sighed. Caroline's eyes widened.
"You have your emotions back on, don't you?" She said empathetically. He smiled a shit-eating grin.
"What gave it away?"
"Emotionless Damon would've taken what he wanted, regardless of what I thought." She acknowledged. Damon smiled. She knew him. She got him. Yet he would probably never get her.
"I'll keep it a secret, don't worry. But I can't…I need to think..and…" She was rambling. He kissed her. Softly, putting all his emotions in. This kiss was different. It was a non-friends with benefits kiss. It was a love kiss. She whimpered softly. He released her lips, smiling at her.
"Just to give you something to think about." He murmured into her ear before disappearing. Caroline touched her lips absently. What had just happened? Damon had been open, and honest, and sweet, and made Caroline fall completely for him in less than 5 minutes. She wanted to be with him, so bad. If only…No. Stop thinking up fairy tales. It's not going to change. It will never change. She thought depressed. Stupid Klaus. All his fault.
At that precise moment, her phone rang. She answered it.
"Hey, bitch. Where you been?" She asked.
"Aww…missed me?" A velvety voice said from the other end of the line. Caroline rolled her eyes.
~VD~
I know, I know: What were you thinking? Another cliffhanger? Nawwww! You can take guesses though, on who the velvety voice is. Also, I know, the Lucas thing is a bit out there, but it is a Daroline Romance story, so you can pretty much guess who is endgame. As if I need to make up to you guys, at least we get a tidbit more of information about Caroline's past. Don't hate me, please? Kthxbye.
