Unwanted, Unwelcome, Unsolicited Advice
There was a time when Liz Forbes could say she knew what was going on with the world and felt like she could handle it. But today? Not a chance in hell.
She was still reeling from the fact that her daughter, her beautiful seventeen year old daughter who was full of life was actually a vampire. The one thing she had grown up hating and could trust was evil. But then Caroline became one and she had no idea what to do with that. On the outside, Caroline was still Caroline. She still was neurotic and volunteered in every activity under the sun at school. She still read her magazines and watched gossip shows.
Liz knew, however, that though everything on the outside seemed normal, what was going on inside Caroline's body was not. She loved her daughter and appreciated the fact that Caroline did open up to her, and explained that she didn't drink human blood, but still. There was the need, the urge that would be with Caroline for the rest of her life. Caroline would always crave blood.
And then of course were the other things. Dreams for Caroline; college, family, kids. Caroline couldn't have any of that anymore. Hell, Caroline wasn't even dating a human boy. The past month she had taken up with Tyler Lockwood, who Liz disapproved of for many reasons. One, his mother was a raving bitch. Two, he was a werewolf, and while Liz didn't know that much about werewolves, she could only guess that it wasn't the best thing for her daughter to be with one, but other than a hunch, she had nothing to go on and therefore, there was nothing for her to do. Until today.
"Afternoon, Sheriff." Liz looked up to see Damon Salvatore standing at her desk. Damon. What the hell was he doing here? Surely he wouldn't try to kill her at her office of all places. But Liz knew he couldn't be trusted. He had been lying the entire time she had known him, and he was charming, and that was dangerous. He managed to finagle a way onto the council and know everything they were discussing. A true double agent; working with her while reporting back to his vampire friends. Liz braced herself, and opened her drawer, which kept a stake. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Damon said, suddenly at her side. She dropped the stake.
"Damon, what do you want?"
"Look, there's no beating around the bush here. You know what I am, I know you know, but that shouldn't get in our way. We're friends Liz." Liz snorted.
"Do you even know how to be a friend?" Damon put his hand over his heart.
"Aw, c'mon. You're killing me here. We're on the same side."
"And what side would that be?"
"Keeping this town safe." Liz started to laugh.
"Damon, you are what's endangering this town."
"Me, Caroline." With her daughter's name being mentioned Liz looked Damon straight in the eye.
"Don't you think about mentioning Caroline's name to me. She told me what you did to her, you son-of-a-bitch." Damon sighed.
"You're not going to make this easy, are you?" Liz nodded. "Okay fine, I was hoping we could start anew. I even had a peace offering."
"And what would that be?" Damon smiled his ever famous Damon smiled, his eyebrows raised.
"Did Caroline mention how a werewolf bite, just one, kills a vampire?" Damon could see Liz's expression darken. "Oh, she didn't? Hmm, yeah, I guess that would complicate her relationship with Tyler Lockwood, wouldn't it? I'd think about that next time you see them together, Liz. Think about how all it would take is one bite and it's over for your daughter." Damon went the door and turned back to Liz once more, smiling. "You have a good day, Sheriff."
